Elysian

[01] - a thorn in my side

a/n: welcome to one more journey
i love every single one of u

MIKA
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One hate? Men.

Well, people in general too. I've been called rather selective with those I don't mind being around with. You can blame my low social battery for that.

Maybe that's one of the effects of isolating myself from everything, when life becomes too much. Or perhaps that just a struggle of an introverted-extroverted girl.

Also known as the indecisive ones. You either want to put yourself out to the other or live a quiet life. That's how society perceive us. Clearly, they're fucked deep in the head.

There will be moments I want to have fun, feel the freedom brush my skin, do some shit my parents would probably hate me for. Be careless, honor the few young years we have, feel everything at its peak.

And then there are other times, more often than the former, where my heaven is being alone. Not lonely. Those are two different things. I want to feel that my own company is enough because, after all, at the end of the day, I'm the only person who can truly understand me.

That mood switch can happen in a matter of seconds. One moment I'm outside with a couple friends creating chaos, the other I'm thinking about going home and watch some old romcom or tv show.

From that moment on, hanging out with me can be hard but do I give a fuck? Not really. Anyone who chooses to stay in my life is to blame if they can't handle me.

Besides, it's not like my group of friends is that big. We're five in total, but one of them is literally my brother and then there's the ray of sunshine who I don't even like.

Which brings me back to my earlier statement. Men fucking suck. In everything they do and on a daily basis. But today? They could easily be throwing a prank on me, mutually agreeing to piss me off.

Don't get me wrong, usually I keep my comments to myself. Smile and nod. That's what I've always been told. But shit gets old and you reach a point where you just want to throw people off a cliff.

Like, for example, when you just started off your morning in the perfect way. With your favourite coffee plus listening to SZA. All good and how it should be until that species has to ruin it.

As a model, standing is an often requirement and so I don't get tired after five minutes I always choose to walk to work. At least when I'm not totally out of patience. I think you can guess how often that is. (Almost Never).

Anyway, there I was on my little walk while watching other people and coming up with scenarios of their lives. Like couples, I always try to read what each is thinking, or those staring at their phones. Did they just get a text from their all time crush? Got dumped? Found out they're actually from a rich family?

Me and my mind have fun with those. And everyday I do this same routine. Living my life, not bothering anyone else because honestly? It's too fucking early for that.

Only for the biggest shitfuck of them all to park his shiny black porsche in a rush, causing it to occupy at least half of the sidewalk.

Then proceed to walk out of like he was on a fucking movie scene, slow motion shit and running hand through his hair, and snapping the coffee off my hands.

"Thank you, angel" he has the nerve to wink.

I flip him off, "Fucking dickhead"

Words that only make his smirk wider and gaze bigger with amusement. Because that's my dear brother's best friend for you, Alexander Ray of Sunshine (My Ass) Lane.

Despite the fact of thinking the world is his and wandering around like he's a god, he charms everyone else with his golden personality. Bullshit, that's what it really is.

I might not be the most thrilling person to be around with but at least I'm honest about who I am. You either like it or not. Lane, on the other hand, is a rose filled with spikes.

The guy might be deceiving from a distance but once you look closer, boom, his true colors come to the surface. Unfortunately, we live in a world of blind people and everyone seems to fall at his feet.

Even my brother. He was never the intelligent one in the family. The funny, chaotic, rebelled one? No doubts. But carrying the brains was not a job for Rowan Roosevelt.

Don't get me wrong, wasn't for me either. While still at a higher level than my brother, that department was locked up by our older sister, Lydia.

"Who's the fancy boy?" my gaze snaps to my blonde friend who I've been doing some photoshoots with.

"A thorn in my side" who I'd gladly get rid of.

"Just another obnoxious rich guy, then" Rina presses her lips together, sipping from her own drinking as mischief plays in her stare, "I'd get back at him"

My brow raises intrigued, "Got any ideas?"

"To piss of obnoxious rich boys? Always." her lips curl into a discreet smirk as she glances around, eyes landing on his black porsche.

Reading through her mind, I watch as Rina reaches for her back pocket and digs for her key holder. Picking the tiny razor in it, she swings it in her finger while giving me a look that screams trouble.

She bites her lip, excitement rising, and walks around the shiny car. Blondie bends down, the golden strands of her hair flipping with her movements.

Wasting no more time, Rina slashes the two front tires causing the car to partly sink. Then, she returns to me and tosses me the key holder, which I successfully catch with my reflexes.

Not needing words to know what she's daring me to do, I shake my head and contemplate my options. Let it go and have Lane, once again, not suffer any consequences to his stupid actions. Or...give in to the fun and make my day better with images of what his reaction will be.

Definitely going for the latter there. With no more delays, I destroy his back tires as well. The black porsche begins to loose the air slowly, until it's practically brushing the floor.

"Now that's a way to start the week" Rina shoots me a satisfied grin, snatching a cigarette from her jacket and sticking it to her mouth.

"Tell me about it" I nod agreement, taking one for me as well and placing it between my lips as I reach for the lighter.

We glance one last time at the car before walking in the same direction Lane went towards. Since he's a model like me, we find each other at the same places more often than I'd like.

Fortunately though, Alexander Lane woke up one day and decided to do one right thing and ruin any chances of the two of us ever working together.

At least it has allowed me to sleep peacefully at night, everyday, knowing I've escaped the possibility to ever do a photoshoot with him.

Imagine the disgrace that would be.

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