The Glass Ballerina Who Danced On Knives

Ivie

Fingers crossed behind my back, I hope they break up quick'Cause I couldn't even be her if I tried
I'm opposite, I'm on the other side
I feel all these feelings I can't control
Oh no, don't know why
All this sympathy is just a knife

Sympathy is a knife, Charli XCX

May is absolutely delightful company, especially considering the large amount we have in common.

I love to dance.

She loves to dance.

I love to read.

She loves to read.

We love similar music and movies, and it seems like we're going to be great friends. Cam, on the other hand, is not delightful.

Or maybe he's just more delightful than he usually is and I'm noticing.

Everything he does makes me feel like dying, and we're only on the appetiser.

He fangirls over Taylor Swift with us, singing a beautiful rendition of Getaway Car.

He debates about characters from our favourite books.

He and May defend British food.

I'm trying to not totally ice him out, which I really want to do so that no one can see my blush, but May keeps roping him into the conversation. Maybe it's because of how formal this entire affair feels, how stiff and starched the tablecloths and his shirt are.

Regardless, Avery, May, and everyone else is getting along famously with Camden.

It's actually going really well, compared to some of the god - awful awkward situations I've sat through in the past. I can't let myself get wrapped up in how comforting it feels to have Cam next to me again. My oldest, favourite friend sitting next to me in his perfectly balanced combination of dishevelled and buttoned up. My oldest, favourite friend sitting next to me, hand loosely wrapped around mine.

It's all okay.

Because Cam's here.

A ding comes from his shirt pocket that my back is on, and he shifts to get it.

"Sorry," I mumble as I sit up clumsily.

"Don't even worry about it." He grins as he checks his phone, and his wallpaper hits me like a punch to the gut.

A light brunette girl laughs at the camera, dressed in a white tweed suit, pearl buttons and all, holding a cup of coffee in her black gloves. Her other arm is wrapped around Cam, raspberry lips puckered on his cheek.

And there it is.

The reason why I can never, ever, have Camden.

Elise Ivie DuDhitgns, Birtan's it girl, a media darling and Cam's girlfriend. On again - off again, their relationship is the only scandalous part about her.

While I would love to say how 'Cam's just not right for her." or that "He could do better" he honestly probably couldn't.

Ivie - as she goes by online - has sleek, shiny chestnut hair, brilliant green eyes and twenty seven million instagram followers.

She jet sets around the world with her loving, supportive and prominent family, posing with world leaders and sick children alike. Benevolently, she signs six-figure cheques to hospitals and charities. She commands red carpets and runways with stunning "DuDhitgns - appropriate styles". A flash of bare thigh or - god forbid naked shoulders! Is never glimpsed. Ivie is modest, a natural beauty, generous, smart, and talented. She comes from a good family, the media takes her side in the (extremely) occasional scandal, successfully running a hair care business, and just. So. Perfect.