Envy

CHAPTER 1: Kim (June)

                             

Okay, so I know I haven’t been the greatest sister in the world, but when you have a little, annoying sister as I do, or a heart full or sorrow and longing, you’d understand. Everything about her just irks me… I may be the oldest, but I’m by far not the brightest, or the family favorite for that matter. Why do you think I party constantly? It’s the only thing I’m good at. Speaking of parties…

I literally stumble over my own two feet, trying to make my way out of Nate’s kitchen, onto the deck outside. The pounding base of the music doesn’t help my increasing headache. My heart pounds to the beat of the music, and the room sways. I can’t breathe. There’s something on my chest, suffocating me. I gasp for air, and don’t get me wrong, I got air. Plenty of it. But that seemed to be the problem. My lungs felt as if they were going to burst. I burp out a cough, trying to calm my pulsing limbs. I feel something snake around my waist.

“Kim. Whoa, you don’t look so good.”

Kimberly Vine. That’s my name. Everybody calls me Kim. With dark, wide eyes, full lips, sharp features, and a pretty damn good body, I know I’m by far not ugly. Not by any means. I used to be known as the school nerd, you know? The girl that always has her nose stuck in a book, whose always trying to get over a cold, with braces, and thick glasses. The funny part about it was, I wasn’t even that good when it came to my grades. I was your average student. B’s were my specialty. But that was in high school. Or, at least, the first three years of it. My senior year… Damn. I’d do anything to live that over again.

The summer between becoming a Junior to a Senior, I got contacts that replaced my large, black framed glassed that always slid off my nose. My braces came off, leaving me with two rows or perfect  pearly whites. My mother finally realized that what I had wasn’t, in fact a cold, and finally took me to the doctors, only to realize that I have some major allergies. With the new medicine, I hardly ever sniffle.

I was the talk of the school, or town maybe, so to speak. I did my hair, makeup, and wore different clothes. Halter tops mostly. I still remember the first day of school, I wore a pair of tight flare jeans, with a very revealing top. (I had also grown a few cup sizes.) My bangs constantly fell into my eyes, blinding me from the world. That day, I wore them back in two bobby pins. Simple. And hell, if that didn’t send the boys drooling over my way, I sure don’t know what would.

Within a week, I had three dates, and had been asked for my cell number countless amounts of times. Girls, mostly the cheerleaders and preps, glared at me every time I passed them in the hallways. I mean damn, if looks could kill…

Nate drops me off in my driveway. I try my best to stumble a straight line up to the front door, avoiding the thorn bushes.

My head pounds.

I need to get him out of my head.

I reach the front door, knowing it’s already unlocked. Going inside, I try my best to be quiet. Alysa’s on the couch, snoring quietly, with the worlds dumbest dog at her feet. Dexter. He’s a husky, and a beautiful one at that. It’s sad to think that his balls are bigger than his brain, considering he humps everything in sight; or anything with a vagina.