Rules Of The Game

Chapter 1: Pilot

POV of Sinclaire Mckinnley

"Some people are obsessed with singing, some are obsessed with computers, and some are obsessed with books. I think i've made it pretty clear that we all have our "things", but why do we love these things so much? Is it because of the way it makes us look to others or because of true passion? There is always a motive behind what we do, so why? Why do you do it?"

I crumpled up the note to my ex and threw it in the trash can. I primp my hair, then strut down the corner to see Jasmine and Zora walking towards me. I air kiss my best friends' cheeks, then, as usual, we go through our schedules. 

"I have extra cheer rehearsal after school, I really need to work on my toe touches," complained Zora. She was only a cheerleader because I forced her to do it, though she came to love it. I needed her there to make me look better, knowing she had no coordination at all, but it backfired. Her toe touches were fine, actually, they were great. Zora was becoming a better cheerleader than I was, and I just couldn't let that happen. 

ZZ, ZZ.

I grabbed my phone out of my prada bag and checked my notifications. I saw an unknown number and a missed phone call.

Missed Call from: Zachary

iMessage from: Zora

iMessage from: Unknown

I ignored the messages and dropped my phone back into my bag, only to hear my phone buzz, once again, and again. 

I was used to my phone buzzing all the time, mostly because of my instagram followers and snapchat friends. I was at 57,000 Instagram followers and one thousand....something snapchat views. To most people, this would be a true accomplishment, but to me, it wasn't enough. Zora was following close behind with 53,241 followers exactly. Zora had become my best friend since high school had started, and at first it was fun to have someone to have sleepovers with, someone to cry about ex-boyfriends to, but she was becoming the new me, but only better. She was nicer, prettier, had darker hair than me, better natural eyebrows and had all the confidence in the world. She used to want to be me, but she was this close to being me. But at the same time, she was also her own person with her own secret, which made her the nastiest, ugliest, narcissistic bi-

Lost in a daydream, I didn't recognize the girls firing questions about what the plans were for this weekend. 

"Jasmine, can I talk to you for a minute?" I asked. 

"Yeah, what's up?"

I pulled Jasmine away from Zora and talked to her with a smile on my face. 

"I need your help."

"Okay, with what?"

"I know this sounds really bad, but I need you to get Zora suspended from cheer. ONLY for a little while though.."

Jasmine looked at me with a blank stare on her face. 

"What for? Isn't she your best friend?"

"Believe me, its for her own good," I lied. Jasmine has always been that one friend I could count on to do anything for me. Not only did I feel bad for using her this way, but I also felt control, in power, like everything was going to happen my way, when I want it, how I wanted it. 

"I don't know... Zora's my friend. Do you really think this could help her?"

"Trust me Jas, she'll thank me later."

We both turned and smiled, looking at Zora.

Not only do I love her, but I hate her.