Elena's Diary

Party Drama

Amanda's POV

I glared at Elena, my long-time rival, as she laughed with Andrea. Her eyes sparkled, and her dark hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall. She wore a simple yet elegant dress, accentuating her slender figure.

Elena's beauty was undeniable, but it was the nerdy type - the kind that guys like Andrea and Tom fawned over. Her bright brown eyes shone with intelligence, and her small nose wrinkled when she smiled. Her lips, painted with a subtle pink hue, curved into a perpetual, knowing smile.

Her style was understated yet refined, reflecting her book-smart persona. Elena's elegance lay in her subtlety, a stark contrast to my own bold, attention-grabbing aesthetic.

As I watched, Tom winked at Elena, and she blushed. I seethed, my jealousy simmering. Why did everyone fawn over her? Why did Andrea, in particular, seem so captivated?

I couldn't help but feel threatened. Elena's uniqueness and quiet confidence drew people in, and I knew I had to reclaim the spotlight.

How dare she dance with my boyfriend? Andrea's eyes were locked on hers, and I could sense the chemistry between them. It made my blood boil.

Yes, Elena is beautiful, but I'm the most stunning girl in Kingston High. My long blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and flawless skin make me a queen bee. My curves are irresistible, and my confidence is unmatched.

I've always been the center of attention, and now Elena thinks she can steal that from me? No way. I've worked too hard to maintain my status.

Andrea's infatuation with Elena will pass. He'll realize I'm the one who truly deserves his attention. I'll make sure of it.

I glared at Elena, my eyes flashing with anger. She seemed oblivious to my fury, lost in Andrea's gaze. This wasn't over.

Amanda King strode confidently towards her clique of friends, her heels clicking on the marble floor.

"Girls, it's time to ditch this boring party," she declared, her voice dripping with disdain. "We're wasting our time here."

Her friends, Kristina, Tiffany, and Morgan, exchanged hesitant glances but eventually nodded in agreement.

As Amanda turned to leave, the room fell silent. All eyes followed her, drawn to her dramatic exit. Elena and Andrea's laughter ceased, their gaze shifting to Amanda's retreating figure.

Tom, observing from across the room, raised an eyebrow. "Looks like the queen bee's leaving," he whispered to Isabel.

Isabel rolled her eyes. "Drama queen, more like."

Amanda's departure sparked a chain reaction. Her followers trailed behind her, leaving the party significantly less lively.

Elena watched Amanda's exit, a mix of relief and unease settling in. She knew Amanda's wrath was far from over.

As the door closed behind Amanda, the room's tension dissipated. The music resumed, and conversations restarted, but the atmosphere remained altered.

Back to the room

Andrea's smile put me at ease as we settled into the plush sofas. "Where were we?" he asked, his eyes locked on mine.

"I think we were discussing how Tom's a master matchmaker," I replied, laughing.

Andrea chuckled. "Well, he's definitely something. But I'm glad we're alone now."

The warmth in his voice sent a flutter through my chest. I felt a connection with Andrea, something beyond surface-level conversation.