Trust no one

CHAPTER 1

2 weeks ago

"You're kidding me right, Jules. No way you're wearing that just for Tom's party." I gasped once I saw her in front of her pink-walled bathroom mirror, perfecting her winged eyeliner.

"Oh come on Violet, Mack's gonna be there. And Jay's gonna be there," she strut over to me and pinched my cheeks. She then walked to her closet, pulled out a tiny black shirt and threw it over to me.

"Man...I don't think I can fit into this though...I mean look how small it is!" I pouted because I was not comfortable with showing my skin; I'd rather wear a cute sweater. Jules was glaring at me now, her grey eyes boring into mine. I sighed and decided to wear it on. The shirt was cropped off 'til my bottom of my bra could almost be seen and it was off shoulder as well. I faced Jules and glared at her.

"There's no way I'm wearing this, I mean people might slut shame me you know."

She clamped my mouth and made me wear a pair of tiny shorts that were too short for my liking. I frowned. I stared at the reflection in the mirror. I didn't look that bad, I was actually surprised that I liked how I looked.

Jules looked like some girl who tried too hard to blend in at the club. Well, at least she had tried unlike me; I just put on some mascara, foundation and a nude lipstick. She wore a super short and tight skirt that hiked up her thighs and an oversized black shirt with a silver cross in front. It was my first time seeing her with such heavy goth makeup even though I've been her best friend since grade 8.

"Come over here Violetta."

"Don't call me that, I prefer Violet," I jokingly taunted. "Violetta sounds like some character in a romantic movie."

"Jay." she winked at me. My heart pounded when I heard his name. I liked him a lot. Like a lot, a lot. He was more of the cute than the hot type but he was definitely hot as well. I felt nervous and calm around him, it made me feel secure and insecure at the same time. Violet, you're contradicting yourself, I thought. I can't help but to remember that time during physics class I happened to be in his partner, and he actually smiled at me. Like smiled at me with his innocent brown-black eyes that were sparkling. I think that was the thing that captured my heart, and that night before I went to sleep I kept telling myself that "He is definitely gay," or "He must be a f*ckboy or a playboy" because that's what I do when a like a guy. I make excuses so that I wouldn't like him because most likely these cute guys will never like me back. As much as I wanted to believe that he was gay or a f*ckboy or a playboy, I knew in reality he was none of the above. Until this day, I hate myself for falling for a guy because I know in the end I was going to get hurt anyways. Sometimes, I secretly admired those who were in a relationship, couples who were kissing the moment they see each other and hang out literally every single day. It made me feel lonely because I was single. Other times, I am glad to have the entire pizza to myself and not needing to share it with anyone. Or even not needing to share my bed.

"Violet!" Jules started shaking me, making me snap out of my shell. "It's 6.45pm and Tom's right by the roadside."

We ran to the road, out of Jules house, with our heels making clicking sounds whenever they come in contact with the ground. Jules silently glared at Tom as he hadn't made the effort to come out of his brand new mercedes to greet us. The smell of the fresh-leather seats hit me the moment Jules tugged at the door. I plopped down on the red seat, too tired to say anything.