Can't Compete

one

LOOKING AT HER compact mirror, Ella checked for imperfections on her face. Her feline whiteish-blue eyes were enhanced with a thin winged black eyeliner, and she noticed her full coverage foundation slightly coming off her nose. Retrieving her powder from her Christian Dior tote that was her dedicated school bag, she puffed her delicate button nose. Also deciding that her full, pouty lips were losing its glossy colour, she reapplied her gloss.

"El," a voice suddenly threw her off concentration.

She recognised the voice had belonged to no other than Lily Parker.

Ella glanced over Lily's dishevelled appearance, taking note of her classic excruciatingly short navy plaid uniform skirt that accompanied her white school button-up, with the top three of buttons undone. There was a flimsy loosened navy and white striped tie hanging around her neck, which was actually meant for the males attending the prestigious private school.

Ella crossed her arms accusingly. "Where have you been? School finished two hours ago, Lil."

"Cheer practice,"

"Then why are you not wearing your cheer outfit? This is your school uniform," she accused before she placed the pieces together herself. "No. You didn't,"

Lily's sly grin formed. "I did."

She internally sighed. Ella knew her best friend was a wild vixen. She had the ability to charm any male — or female who swung the other way — no matter their ethnicity or age to get exactly what she wanted.

Her stunning straight ginger locks and long model legs that made her exactly a-hundred-and-seventy-nine centimetres tall, no doubtingly turned heads everywhere she went. And, being famed upon as New York's 'it girl' only allowed her to get away doing as she pleased without facing any real consequences.

"Lily, you can't keep doing this to Christian."

"What he doesn't know won't kill him,"

Ella bit her tongue. But when he finds out, I'm going to stop sleeping peacefully for a couple of months. Again.

"Let's go. I'm afraid of who I might see come out of the school doors if we stay here any longer," Ella groused, making her way to her silver coupe.

She heard Lily slightly giggle. "Just a muscular guy with a cute Irish accent,"

"I'm never going to look at the gym teacher the same again,"

Opening her car door, she hopped inside. Her perfect vision enabled her to see who had just walked out of the school main doors. It was oblivious to Lily, who was currently buckling in her seatbelt that their shirtless gym teacher was walking out to his own car with red scratch marks trailing down his back.

Ella undoubtedly knew that they were from her red-head best friend.

She made a mental note to have the male fired or hide his existence before her boyfriend's best friend came for the guy's ass. Ella backed her car out of the school's parking lot and headed to her family mansion with scenarios of how she was going to get him fired.

"Oh-m-gee, did I tell you what happened to Ruby?" Lily began.

Concentrating on both the road and scenarios, Ella passively replied, "No."

"Okay, so apparently she got baked and slept with Stella."

"And this is drama, why?"

Ella could see Lily staring at her incredulously from her peripheral. "Because she was dating Brandon. A male. As you can see, she is faking her sexual preferences. She's into females. Poor guy,"