HOLLIE'S POV:
As soon as I walked into the room, I knew I made the wrong decision. Just as the advert stated, there were four other girls and five boys. As I glanced around the room, I felt a sickly feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Walk out
Walk out
Walk out
My mind was telling me to leave, to somehow get up and pretend I was never here yet I stood there paralysed unable to move my body. Just my eyes.
There were ten king sized beds lined against the wall, five on each side and I placed my bags on the only one left.
A large girl bounced over to me, reaching out a hand expectantly. I hesitated then eventually shook it a little reluctantly. I wasn't really used to people being nice to me.
"Cute skirt! I'm Jenny."
I looked down at my electric blue mini skirt and blushed a little as I caught sight of my thighs. I had worked so hard to lose all my puppy fat but with the build up of all this stress I had somehow lost control of dieting and workout regimes.
"Thanks."
I smiled back lightly as I observed the other candidates. Jenny was in the bed next to mine, in the middle of the five. Along from her was a dark skinned girl quietly unpacking the little contents from her case. She seemed shy and had several bruises along her arms and legs.
Next to the last bed, stood a tall blonde girl. She had lightly powered cheeks and a layer of natural makeup. She walked confidently over to a boy on the other side of the room and began a conversation, laughing flirtatiously the whole way through.
To my right was a dark haired girl leaning casually against the wall, texting rapidly on her iPhone with music blasting through her headphones.
"What?"
SHIT she must have caught me inspecting her as she glared back angrily, waiting for a reply. I didn't reply. I continued to watch her huffing and muttering under her breath. She looked kinda familiar but I couldn't make out where I recognised her from.
"Well? What the fuck do you want you little slut?"
Great, I had been here for less than 10 minutes and had already been labelled. Usually I would have lashed out, told the girl what I thought about her, but I reminded myself that I didn't want to be that kind of person anymore. However, her smug face leered in the back of my mind and I couldn't hold it in anymore.
"You know what you are? You're a disgusting piece of shit and you make me feel sick. Just because your life has no meaning and there's no point of you being on this earth, doesn't give you any excuse to treat anyone else like this."
I shouted angrily feeling tears prickling, threatening to slither down the side of my cheeks. My face was stinging as I tried to hold them back, but I couldn't. I couldn't. I couldn't.
But I did.
"Woah, watch out there princess, no tears allowed remember."
She sniggered as she recalled the name of the TV show we would both be starring in for 10 weeks. We would be living together with cameras everywhere you can possibly imagine, not a single inch of a room would be unwatched. We could do anything we liked in this house, just one problem, we couldn't cry.
I slowly lifted my head and stomped away from the girl, gazing over at the other side of the room. One of these boys would be my "couple". Everyone knows, the best way to make a teenaged girl cry, is to give her the chance to love.
