Mean Girl Tendencies

13|"Well it's not hard to fake being nice."

"You have... regular friends? Right?"

"Define regular."

After playing two hours of violent video games with my little brother, and getting my ass severely kicked. I thought it was time to ask for what I wanted. I mean it may seem a little mean, but he knows that I only play video games with him when I want something. And usually whatever I want is important.

"Like kids that don't go to prep schools , kids who don't have a lot of money, and who aren't evil goddess."

He pauses the video game and smiles. "So the complete opposite of you?" I nod.

"Yep, I have regular friends. There's more to life than our little prep school."

I roll my eyes. "I don't need you to turn into Ghandi, just, just-" I sigh. "Teach me how to be...less of me. It's for a bet. I just need it for one night."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah. It's life or death. So will you help me or not?"

"I'll try, but you're going to take a lot of work."

I playfully shove him. "Whatever. Let's go upstairs."

"Wait I need to make a list." The red head goes to his room while I go to mine. Fifteen minutes later, he comes into my room with a checklist.

"Ok. Here are the things that are wrong about you that we need to fix."

I frown at him. "Thanks."

He holds up his hands in defense. "Honesty is the best quality. So here are some of the things: personality, wardrobe, and courtesy."

I give him a confused look. "I excel in all of those things."

The boy hops onto my king size bed and shakes his head. "No. No you do not. If you want this to work you have to be honest to yourself. In order to change-"

I stop him right there. "I don't want to change. I want to fake it." I correct him.

Eric adjust some things on his list. "Fine. For personality you can't act like you're a god or a queen. You can't act like you're better than everyone just because you're richer or prettier-"

"Don't forget smarter." I smile.

He gives me a distasteful look for interrupting him. "whatever. Here's an example, pretend that I work at Starbucks and got your order wrong. How do you respond?"

"Well usually I would scream at the person till they piss their pants and get them fired, but I suspect the correct answer would be to nicely forgive them and wait for a new coffee?"

Eric smiles at me and makes some more markings on his notepad. "Good. I thought this would've been harder."

I snort. "Well it's not hard to fake being nice."

"Ok next is wardrobe. To be a regular person you can't show up everywhere looking like you walked off a runway. You can't show up everywhere in Dior-"

"But-"

"Chanel-"

"Wait-"

"Marc Jacobs-"

"Oh come on!"

"Or even Balmain."

"You're basically stripping me of my identity!" I whine.

Eric scoffs. "Well that's the point Aurora." I mumble curses under my breath. He hops off my bed. "Show me the closet."

Fear strikes my heart. "No." I jump off my butt and block the door to my beautiful walk in closet. "This was not part of the deal."

"If you want to win the bet, you have to." Eric tries to run pass me, but I block him again. "I just need to pick out a few things."

"Never!"

I'm taller than my brother and wiser. But he's faster and trickier than me. Somehow he fakes left, makes me trip and jumps over me. He runs towards my closet and bombards in. I sit up on the floor, defeated, and huff as Eric starts to pick out the things he doesn't think is worthy of normal people status.I just sit on the floor, scared, for what he's about to show me.

"Ok, I picked out three shirts, two pairs of jeans, one normal dress, one pair of leggings, and a sweatshirt. Pathetic." He throws all the clothes on my couch. "So this is your normal people wardrobe."

"I'm sorry, looking like a hobo was not part of the deal."

He throws the sweatshirt at me. "Wearing a pair of jeans does not make you look homeless."

"That's not what mom says." I mumble.

"Pick an outfit to wear for your date-"

"It's not a date."

"out of these options. Now the third thing is courtesy."

I stand up from my carpet floor. "I know what courtesy is. It's the thing butlers and maids do to their bosses."

Eric's mouth drops. "That is- that is, no. Courtesy is for everybody. Including you. If someone compliments you, you compliment them back."

"But what if they have nothing to be complimented about?"

"Make something up!" He tells me clearly frustrated.

"I thought lying was wrong." I tease him, pressing his buttons.

"Do you want my help or not!? Because I'm very close to walking out!" He explodes.

I stop my harassment. "Sorry." I try to be serious, but it's fun messing with your younger sibling.

"If someone compliments your hair, skin, or clothes-"

"Or my perfect bod." I smirk.

"then you return it. Also if someone ask to sit with you or start a conversation you don't just tell them to fuck off, you decline respectfully, because they are human begins as well."

I mumble, huff, and curse. "Fine! This is going to be so painful!"

Eric rolls his eyes and throws his list at me. "Study this and you'll be fine. Just think of it as an acting gig." He begins to walk out of my room leaving me to my own devices.

"But I hate acting!" I shout at him as he shuts the door.