CHOKER

Volume 6: Queen

(edited)

*Ana's P.O.V*

We entered a big bright pink room with strips of black coating the walls. Two females sat on one queen-sized bed as they turned their heads to me.

"Oh look fresh meat Kim," The girl with gorgeous long brown locks said. A girl with short dark brown hair looked me over as I rose an eyebrow. I'm not sure if she's checking me out or sizing me up...

"Ladies this is Analise, you guys will be attending the same school. She will be working with us from now on," Xander said as the tall girl with long brown hair stood up.

She walked over to me then looked at my attire I was dressed in. She played with my Nirvana tank top as her warm pale fingers traced one of my tattoos.

"Be nice Stace?" Xander said as she peeled his hand from my arm and placed it over her waist.

"I will try," she said as he placed a small lingering kiss on her lips.

"Get a room you two," the other girl said with a scowl on her face as I rolled my eyes. Things like this make me sick, yet, I can't help but want the same thing deep down.

"Are you two love birds done yet? If this is the only thing I'm here for then I'm going back to my room," I bluntly stated before going to walk to the door.

The girl that was kissing Xander then moved to block the passageway with a sly smirk playing on her lips.

"You are going nowhere miss, Xander made me promise to fix you up," she said as I turned to her supposed boyfriend.

"I don't need any help thank you very much," I said as she looked over at Xander. He then sighed and picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder.

"Let's go, Kim," she said sliding on her shoes.

How bad can this possibly be?

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" I will report back to you once we have finished babe," she said in the driver's seat before he leaned down and pressed a kiss on her cheek.

Once he backed away from the car, she didn't hesitate to speed away. Who I suppose is Kimberly, sat opposite of the one with the long brown hair, she then turned on the radio.

"Oh god, my fucking ears," I said, cringing. The bottomless abyss of surface-level Pop music infiltrating my aesthetic.  

I long for death...

"How could you not like this? This is THE-fucking-shit. No wonder Xander said you were a fixer-upper, you're more of a downer," she griped. I began to look at Kimberly from head to toe.

Her long brown hair complimented her sharp eyes and pointy nose. Her rosy cheeks and full lips were a dead knock-out to how physically attractive she was. No wonder that asshole loved her, she was beautiful.

"Take it in the mouth, Queen-of-plastic, and shut the fuck up," I snapped, filled with annoyance. She glared at me for a few seconds, lowering her dark eyebrows s her side-piece remained silent.

"Please pay attention to the road," I barked.

We sat there in silence, listening to the dreadful sound of conformity.

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"I believe that you look better with this on. It makes your breast look bigger," the tall girl said as she pointed to a blacktop that looked like more a bra.

"Actually she doesn't have enough boob to fill it, Stacy," Kimberly said as I blushed from the embarrassment.

"That's actually true Kim," Stacy remarked. I focused my attention on not resenting on being alive. I scanned around the shop as a few racks of tops caught my eye. They were cut short and stopped right above my belly button.

I happily picked some of them up and a few pairs of jeans and obscure shirts with prints. Kimberly and Stacy came running over. Stacy had a smirk in her face.

"Not bad, but you can do better. Try looking like you have a place to live." I ignored what she said and just walked off to the changing rooms. My walk was suddenly cut short by Stacy approaching me with a cursed item. A long silk dress blanketed her arm as a big grin made its way onto her pale face.

"Nope" I quickly said with a dismissing tone. Stacy's grin didn't falter, instead, she came closer to me. Her warm breath polished my cold skin as it began to tingle.

"Please!" She whined, sounding like a kid. I let out a big sigh before taking it and going into the changing room.

 I was aware of how toxic comparing yourself to other people was, but I didn't care. I looked at my appearance in the mirror and frowned.  My tangled hair and carless way of dressing made me look rugged. The acquired curves from juvie didn't aid this walking disaster in ripped jeans. Neither did another band shirt or smart remark. 

With an overwhelming sense of dread, I stripped and placed on the dress. It slipped on easily, with its light and smooth fabric. It was dark blue with a slight glimmer to it. The slit was pulled off to the side, revealing a leg and my countless bruises. The cold draft brushed my bare shoulder that was on display.

I loved it but I didn't feel right. This didn't feel like me.

                                                                                             Or the me that I've made up in my head.

I took off the beautiful dress and tried everything else on. I settled on a pair of red plaid pants and a basic crop top. I folded the rest of the clothing up and walked out of the changing room, deciding to keep this on.

Kimberly and Stacy were chatting loudly as I walked out of the changing room. They both cut the conversation and looked my way. Stacy's grin made it's way back onto her cheerful face while Kimberly shrugged.

"Well, this is a start," She voiced. Stacy came dashing over and hugged me as if we were old friends.

"You look good!" She exclaimed, hugging me a bit tighter. I froze up and didn't hug her back, although I wanted to. I caught a whiff of her preferred scent. She smelled like lavender with a hint of something citrus. 

Kimberly didn't hesitate to break us up. "Let us get going, I can't stand being in here."

With the flick of her wrist, we were paying and then inside of the car driving back. I and Stacy chatted about random things that weren't important as Kimberly tried her best to ignore us. At one point, she even went as far as singing to block us out.

Thirty minutes later we made it back safely. The boys were scattered about the kitchen when we arrived. The was food already on the table as the sun began to set. My dark eyes locked with his blue ones momentarily before queen bee dashed over to her man. I broke the staring contest and found a nice corner to stay in.

Was this a blessing or a curse?

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