The Perks of Being Too Beautiful

Ch10; Margarines and Jam

OH MY GOD . THIS IS THE SIXTH TIME THAT I HAD TO REWRITE A CHAPTER . WATTPAD KEEPS DELETING MY CHAPTERS WHEN I WANT TO PUBLISH THEM AND KFJEHSLFHSGHWISHOISHGWHSIGHISHWEIS !@%^$%&%*&#%&^##

IT WAS SUCH A LONG. CHAPTER TOO . LONGER THAN MY OTHER ONES .

NOW I HAVE TO REWRITE IT .

AND I CANT EVEN REMEMBER EVERYTHING I WROTE .

Chapter Ten

I woke up thinking of Cullen. In the middle of the night, we built our fort and he fell asleep, exhausted. I left him there snoring, and went slept in his bed. It's around 5 now, and the sun is beginning to peek through the windows. I wonder if anyone else is up but I don't want to get up to check. I close my eyes, and mind is full of thoughts of Cullen.

And Marge.

It's not that I hated her. I really didn't. I loved her, really. We were friends. But with the things that happened, I can't forget what happened between us. I was 13 when it happened, but the feeling still lingers around my heart, and I can't forget it.

//[*start of flashback]

Marge became our friend only a year after Cullen saved me from the lake. We weren't exactly a trio, though. It was either Cullen and me, or me and Marge. Sometimes Cullen would share a laugh with her, but that was it. I was close to both of them, but differently. Marge was one who would tell me her secrets, and how she really felt about things that occured in life. She seemed to trust me so much with her secrets, and so I trusted her, too.

One day, Marge and I were talking when a boy approached us. His name tag told me he was from Class B. The class full of writers, just like Marge. He was wearing the messenger uniform. At our school, every student had to have a job to contribute to the school. Most messengers were from Class B. He was giving Marge a letter, and probably only intended to do that. But he took a look of my face, and froze.

It was during the time I was still considered the most beautiful girl in school. Every girl was beautiful, in my opinion, but they didn't think so themselves so they covered their beauty with powder to be artificially beautiful. I could've been like that too, I suppose, but Mom didn't buy me makeup and Marce was in college by then, and I didn't feel that exposing more of my skin for attention. I was already awkward with my body as it is. I remember the camo colors my father used to wear, and I thought it was amazing how he could disappear among nature. So I wore colors of greens, browns, and cremes often.

Anyway, the boy stared at me with wide eyes, and whispered something in my ear. He ran off, late for his next delivery. Marge asked what that was about and I continued giving her advice to avoid telling her what he said.

I told Cullen to not wait up for me that day. He rolled his eyes and left. He didn't ask me for a reason why because he knows that if I wanted him to know, I'd tell him voluntarily but until then, it wasn't his business. I waited until I couldn't see Cullen anymore, and then I ran behind the school. The boy popped up behind me, saying I was late. I scoffed, and said that he was lucky I even came.

"What's your name?" he asked me, looking at my figure up and down.

I crossed my arms, feeling insecure. "Aria. Class C, and partial Class A student," I addressed myself.

He took a step forward. "Stein," he says. "I'm Stein Becker. Class B."

I waited for him to say more but he didn't. I began to feel impatient, and my blood began to boil in my veins. I don't know why, but he made me feel like this. "Well? What do you want?" I said, bitterly. I wasn't usually this rude.

"I'm just admiring you. You're stunning," he said, and that surprised me. I wasn't expecting that. My mind took a while to register what he said, and he took the opportunity to place one hand on my lower back, pulling me to him. My hands were against his chest and they were the only thing between us that kept me from being pressed against him. He talked against my neck, making the hair behind my neck stand up. "Aria... Such a pretty name.."