Sins of the Past

Chapter 2

Diana.

The torn jeans were approved by Mia. I thought that moving to this college would be a good chance to change my rebellious image into something normal, something more inconspicuous. But now, for the first time, I don't really like these ripped jeans. What if everyone is wearing something perfectly expensive, and these stylish jeans look silly and laughable to them? When did I start caring about how I look?

Who cares.

I could even walk in naked if I wanted to. So these jeans are nothing to worry about.

"There's some car pulling up. Is it for you?"

I look out the window and hurry my actions.

"Tell Dad I'm in touch, just in case."

"He'll be against it. You just joined this wonderful college."

"You think so? There's nothing wonderful here, except, of course, the interior."

"Should I pity you?"

"No. Next year, you'll come to your first year, and you'll have these same parties waiting for you."

"And I'll be able to dress like you?"

"Even better," I promise her, smoothing her dark blue hair.

"I'll be waiting for details."

"You'll go to sleep when I step through the door."

She sticks her tongue out at me in that childish way. She's still a kid, so I shouldn't forget that. I need to control my conversation when I tell her things.

My sister happily skips, leading me to the door.

"Give the guard my huge thanks."

"I'll tell him you'll bring him some dark chocolate."

"Maybe you'll even kiss him..."

She pushes me out the door and waves her hand as I run toward the gate.

The driver gets out of the car and opens the rear door for me.

"Good evening, Miss Vorontsova."

"Hey there."

I let Silvia kiss my cheek before she reapplies her lipstick.

"Cool jeans."

"Do you like them?"

"I don't wear things like that, but I like your style," she says, outlining her lips with a bright pencil. "I can give you my red lipstick, it will suit you tonight."

"I think I'll pass."

"As you wish," she puts the pencil down and uses her finger to blend the color on her lips.

"I didn't text you, but you have an amazing profile."

"You're not going to call me a bitch?"

Weird question after my clear compliment.

"No. Should I?"

"Well, I don't know..." Silvia purses her lips and signals the driver to move. "Everyone says I'm a bitch."

"I'm not everyone."

"That's why you're my friend now."

A soft smile almost lights up her face. Silvia tosses her hair as if it suddenly started bothering her. Her breasts are covered in pink lace, and her short skirt barely covers a small bruise on her thigh.

"Do you like being like this? A bitch?" I'm not shy to say it because she seems to be proud of it.

"Absolutely. I don't know how to be anything else."