Invisible

Stares and Changes.

Celestia's POV

I never wanted to live my life like this. But the damned Matthew Jones just had to turn my wonderful, magnificent life, again.

I never thought I had this playgirl side in me.

I didn't think I would be so easily bored with all those boys, but used to commit into loving someone for more than six years on one point of my life.

I had been so stupid.

I had called him an idiot my whole lofe when in truth; I was the idiot.

I was the one who fell in love with someone I knew would break my heart.
I was the one who sacrificed everything so her would simply see me.
I was the one who wanted his love.
I was the one who fell for a playboy.

"Celestia!" Mom called, and, groaning, I pulled myself downstairs, and sluggishly took a seat on the sofa.

"What?" I groaned sleepily. I hated being woken up on holidays. It was the last week of holidays of our graduation. After the holidays, I'm officially a twelfth grader.

"We need to discuss something with you."

Uh-oh. Is something wrong? Dad was never serious. With me anyway.

"Twelfth grade is coming soon," Mom started, and I knew where this was going. "And we want the best university for you."

"Mom, not now!" I complained.

"And we have two choices for you." Mom said, completely ignoring my comment.

"Harvard or Yale?"

"I would search up on the internet and see which one is better." I stated monotonously, and dad gave me a smile.

"Dad? What do you think?" I asked, and without second thoughts, he said, "Harvard."

"Harvard it is!" I grinned, and so did mom, but dad frowned.

"Cel, you do know you're going to have to make your own decisions someday." He instructed, and I sighed.

"I did, once," I said sadly amd ran my hands through my hair. "Ended up to be a disaster."

"Oh, honey," mom said. "You can't let a failed love story break you."

"Its not even a story, mom," I said.

"It's a wildfire."

And with that, I left to my room. What should I prepare?

I threw myself on my bed.

It brought back painful memories. Just two months ago, I was pinned down on this bed, where Matthew and I . .

Never mind.

It should never had happened.

"Darn it!" I shrieked, and my phone vibrated.

Celestia! I'm in big trouble. Nicolette batshit crazy popped up to my house, and she was bringing Matthew. They KISSED ON THE FUCKING DOORSTEP what do I do? And they're heading to your house. Well, she's heading to your house.-Ki.

I screamed. I picked up a lamp from my nightstand and threw it. It hit the wall, and I was surprised and delighted my parents hadn't heard.

Thank you for the heads up. I'll make sure o throw her into the p. -C-

And I turned off my phone, flipping through the pages of 'The Phantom of the Opera' wildly, and once I found the illustration I wanted, I took a random paper and began to draw.

Drawing was never my passion.

But it helps sometimes.

If there was anything close to drawing I would like, I would say painting. I would do abstracts when I was confused or bored. I would do landscapes when I really needed to paint, or something random when I needed to think without tearing something to shreds.

Finally annoyed by drawing, I turned my phone back on, and it vibrated over and over again, but I focused on the ringing doorbell.

"I'll get it!" Mom yelled.

Once she opened the door, there were hushed whispers thrown around downstairs, and I sat on my bed, not caring, as I brushed my hair.

"Celestia! Someone wants to speak with you!" Mom screamed.

Finally.

"Who is it?" I screamed back, as I rushed down the stairs.

The one standing on the doorstep was a familiar face of a girl. Someone I really didn't want to see right now.

"Mom," I said coldly, still staring at her.

"I think you're mistaken. She's NOT my friend." Mom stared at Nicolette and I. "I'll leave you to it," she said nervously, and left.

"Let's take this outside." I said.

Nicolette and I stood beside the pool, where I would try and get a tan.

"Why did you say I'm not your friend?" She asked innocently, and I smiled at her. "Reasons." I said monotonously. "That you are too stupid to understand."

"You think you're so smart!" She scoffed and tossed her brown hair wildly.

"Matthew prefers me more than you."

What a brat.

"Okay," I shrugged, and began to walk away. "DON'T YOU TURN YOUR BACK ON ME!" Nicolette yelled, and I smirked. "I'm sorry, but this is my house. I have a right to kick you out or throw you to the pool, and you don't."

I said angrily, my hands on my hips.

"He doesn't care about you! At all!" Nicolette shouted, and I didn't face her. I knew I should've kept people at arm's bay. Attached could make me get hurt.

Love is a fragile thing that makes you vulnerable, makes you weak.

And that particular comment stung.

"Did you come all the way here to say those things to me?" I fake-gushed, and held my hands on my heart. "Thank you so much!" And bounced a little on my steps.

"You're such an idiot!" She yelled. "I'll buy you a mirror, Nicolette. I don't think you ever looked at one, pity you." I exclaimed, eyebrows raised.

It took her precisely two seconds to get what that meant.

"Why you-"

"Bye, bitch!" And I pushed her to the pool.

Bah, I'll deal with mom and dad later.