Aria Adams, Eighteen year old teenager have always had insecurities about her body and have been treated as an outcast by her step mom and step sister. Feeling alone even when she's with family. Aria Adams has no problem blending in the dark,but th...
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I kept thinking of Rhory's gaze on me throughout Saturday.
I Know I shouldn't think much about it.
I know.
But..
I just couldn't help myself. And I know I seem like a fool feeling giddy about Rhory's gaze on mine when I'm fully aware he probably looks at girls that way.
I don't think any girl can resist his looks though. I know I can't,it has been proven since the age of twelve when I first saw him at one of dad's parties he held. I was twelve and I think he was probably thirteen at that time. And when I tell you he was really tall for his age.
I remembered that day,well, because I was embarrassed at myself for what I did,and it really stuck with me . In Fact I learned a good lesson.
Gianna couldn't stop talking about Rhory this, Rhory that. And I really wanted to see who this guy was that got her so eager to dress like she's the only girl that Rhory should look at. And nobody else matters. That's Gianna for you.
I hate thinking about that particular day.
Thinking back about the past,it made me realize how eager I was for Gianna to see me as her step-sister,hell, sister would have been better. But no matter how nice I talked to her or even begged her to play with me,it was all futile.
When Dad said he was going to take me home to my ‘new house' with amazing toys and a sister I could talk to and play with if I wanted. I remembered how I felt that maybe, finally,I would feel a little bit better and not think of my mom's death too regularly because I will have a sister,a best friend to play with.
I was a fool at twelve.
Hell, maybe I still am now. Because tell me,how can I , Aria Adams,vow never to look at anything or even turn in the direction of a particular person named Rhory Wilder,but melt so easily when he's near me or even give me the time of day. He rarely even glanced at my direction.
But just when he looks at me,I always want his eyes on me. I know,I hate when people stare at me,or my body in particular. It's like I can clearly see their words written in their eyes. Who ever said that eyes don't lie. They speak the truth so well.
I know it too well, the constant stares I receive when I prep talk myself about saying my body is okay,I can wear what I want and not feel uncomfortable,or not care about what others want to say about my body. Well,I can at least appreciate those that judge with their eyes about saying I definitely look older than my age,but the verbal words hit so hard.
Gianna and her mom,Steph,don't seem to care though. Nah,those two are birds of the same feathers,well,Steph Is definitely her mother so I can definitely see where Gianna gets her attitude from.
I don't hate them,I just want them to see me as one of them,like a daughter and a sister. I just hate feeling left out when I see both of them looking so comfy, chatting with each other and all that. It makes me just feel like an outsider. It makes me want my own mother.
