Masquerade

Who was Sasha Lee?

Chapter 4

Peter Huff wanted me. ME. Of all the pretty girls in this school he wanted me. And that thought alone turned me on, not to mention the fact that everywhere he had kissed me burned with desire. But wait, why didn't he want me befo- fuck. I finally realized it. Peter wanted me for this new body. He didn't want me for me. I narrowed my eyes at how shallow he had turned out to be, and shoved him off.

"Fuck off." I growled as I stormed off.

He stood there for a second, shocked, then turned around and called, "Wait, Sas-Cass what did I do wrong?"

I ignored him, and walked back outside to join the party. Suddenly an idea popped into my head, I would ask everyone what they had thought of Sasha. Surely some people must have liked me, I was still me, just ten times hotter. First I attacked Connor. He was chilling in the hot tub with Will, Anna, Heather, and a bunch of other guys.

"Hey baby," he whistled at me when he saw me walking towards him.

"Hey Connor, hey everyone, I hope you're having fun! I have a quick question to ask."

"Ask away!" Anna replied while batting her eyelashes at Will.

"I heard about this girl... Sasha I think? Who was she and what happened to her?"

There was a moment of silence in the tub before Anna spoke up.

"She was a really geeky girl that nobody really cared about, then one day, after a status message on Facebook saying 'bye,' she disappeared."

The others nodded in agreement except for Will.

"I thought she was nice and pretty chill."

Connor rolled his eyes, "Yeah if you liked having a stalker she was chill. That girl wouldn't stop obsessing over Peter, it was pathetic. She probably disappeared to go stalk some other guy"

Their words stung like needles but I nodded and muttered something about going to check on the rest of the party. I couldn't believe that this is what they thought about me, I wasn't really sure if I wanted to continue hanging out with these people because of what they had thought of me when I was Sasha. In my opinion, I hadn't changed at all, but in theirs, I definitely had. Could it be that I really had changed? Or was it because they were so shallow and they couldn't appreciate anyone if they weren't, well, beautiful?

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I walked into the house and up to my floor, fed up with the things I'd heard about my former self. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't see Peter standing there until I walked into him.

"Ow, what the fuck?" I looked up to see Peter looking apologetic and I narrowed my eyes, "What the hell do you want?"

"I wanted to apologize."

"For what."

"For not kissing you earlier."

"What?"

"When I said I'd wanted to do that for the longest time, I meant years. Ever since I met you, I've wanted to do that." He glanced at me nervously.

I scoffed, "Get lost, Peter. I don't remember you liking Stalker Sasha at all, let alone trying to get with her. Just fuck off."

"But I did like her."

"They why did you make fun of me?"

"Because all of my friends did, and I didn't want to ruin my reputation." He admitted as he hung his head in shame.

"Well that's too bad," I rolled my eyes, "because I don't want to ruin my reputation now." I pushed past him and walked into my bathroom, locking the door.

"Sasha, please" He begged.

"Leave me the fuck alone."

And he did.

I sat down on the floor of the bathroom, tears pricking my eyes. Was everyone here just as selfish and shallow as the next person? And Peter, Peter, he didn't even bother to fight for me. He just left! I hated everyone at Oakwood High, I hated them all. And they were going to pay for what they did to Sasha. They would pay, for ridiculing me.