Alison Lawrence didn't know what having a tough life meant and had everything handed to her on a golden plate. Her life was immaculate with the perfect and caring boyfriend in it and a reign that mattered the world to her, both things she never want...
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A L I S O N
"You are Alison Lawrence, you can do this." I smile at myself reflected in the mirror, but every time I do this in the past minutes I don't like what I see on it.
I hate that the old Alison came back. I hate the fact I'm using Tristan to make my ex-boyfriend jealous.
Us fake dating twisted my mind on the first place and I should have never accepted it. It could put our whole friendship at risk, and what if my best friend fell in love for me?
Breathe.
My hand is shaking as I get my red lipstick from my countertop and I apply it to my lips, the signature Alison Lawrence looks according to the whole school. It's been months since I used it and I wish I didn't have to but today, it's the day when I will need to show everyone I'm dating Tristan, especially to Scott.
Breathe.
I have to put up a facade as the queen bee I used to be.
Breathe.
Scott needs to know what it feels like to have your heartbroken. He needs to feel every bit of jealously I did when he sees his best friend kissing his ex-girlfriend.
Breathe.
How can I let someone affect me this much?
Breathe.
A buzz from my phone takes me back from my thoughts while the screen lightens, my best friend's name appearing on it.
Tantan: Ready for the big show, queen?
His text causes my heartbeat to go frantic and I bite my lip, trying to calm down but it's useless. This is it. I will pretend I'm dating Tristan Jacobs.
I quickly text him back a simple 'let's do this' before taking one last look at the mirror to make sure everything is immaculate and where it's supposed to be.
The outfit I chose for today is what the old Alison would wear and just by looking at it I feel disgusted in my skin. I was such a horrible human being.
The mini black denim skirt fits me perfectly, showing my legs and the white tight long sleeve top marks every curve, especially my waist and the amount of exposition is enough to make me uncomfortable. At least, the platform ankle boots are something I wear daily.
