Unfortunately Yours( In Progressing/Editing/Fine Tuning)

Chapter one: The beginning

(THREE YEARS AGO) VANESSA

"Please tell me your playing a horrible joke on me." Helena, my best friend said with wide judgemental eyes.
"Joking about what?" I feigned innocence. I knew exactly what she was referring to. She was referring to the ripped jeans and black Kansas band T-shirt that I was wearing. And quite possibly my lack of makeup.
"You can't go to a party dressed like that. We're both nineteen and going to college soon. Now is our time to have fun and live a little. " She narrowed her perfectly groomed eyebrows and crossed her arms.
"I'm only going to take photos. I don't see the point in dolling myself up."
I wasn't offended by her evident horror of my wardrobe choices, We've always been polar opposites when it came to fashions and passions.
"Maybe because you might meet a mouth watering hottie and you'll butcher any chance you have looking like a regular old Sally Ann."
"Trust me. I am not looking for another heart ache. Rody was enough to last me three lifetimes." I muttered, grabbing my camera bag out of my closet.
Rody and I dated the last two years of highschool. He was the second in line golden boy of our highschool and not to mention that we had been friends since the eighth grade. I was head over heels for him ever since then.
You could imagine my surprise when we decided to break things off after graduation. When I say we, I meant he decided. He decided that what we had wasn't strong enough to make any major plans for our future.
I half suspected that it wasn't because of the distance. I suspected that he was tired of the same old flavor, he wanted to dip his member in the numerous college girls that would throw themselves at him.
I loved him, knowing his feelings weren't as strong hurt. I wasn't sure my heart could take another blow. He was my one and only. As the months go by the pain lessons and I consider that maybe it was never meant to be. But I found it hard to put myself out there again, I couldn't stand being vulnerable.
I stole a glace at Helena. She was a busty burnette with killer legs and a man eating aura but she still drew in every male she came across.
She dabbed a rosy mauve gloss on her lips and smacked them into a pucker. Even though it was beyond obvious that she tried too hard, she seemed to always get what she wanted.
She turned to face me and offered her lip paint with a catty grin. .
"No thanks." I rolled my eyes.
It wasn't her first nor last attempt to get me to enter the world of cosmetics.
"Mark my words Nessa. You'll regret not taking my advice."
She said narrowing her eyes at me. All it did was make her look even more so dazzling.
If I were into girls she would totally be my type. Not only is she unbelievably gorgeous, but under the plastered on makeup and giant boobs she had a heart crafted purely out of gold.

"I swear you drive slower than Nanny." Helena said with a groan. The party we were headed to was half an hour from the city. Whoever's house it was was in the sticks for sure.
        I shot a death glare at her.
Just because I had a healthy respect for the speed limit didn't mean that I drove like her eighty two year old grandmother. Anytime Nanny Ellie gave us a ride we would have to tell her we needed to be there an hour earlier than the intended time.
Helena slung her thick wavy hair back and pushed her breasts up, attempting to arrange them
        "How do my girls look?" She said turning to face me. I let my eyes linger over her impressive rack that was barely contained by the Navy blue dress that sculpted her voluptuous curves.
I groaned on the inside. I would kill to have those perfectly proportioned puppies fastened to my chest. But I didn't mind the full B-cup I was blessed with.
       The street lamp reflected light on her chest and the  outline of her cleavage shimmered.
       "Did you put baby oil on your boobs?" I choked on a laugh that got caught in my throat. This girl knew how to play the game and she played it well.
      "Of course. It stays true to the perfect illusion that I have healthy shiny skin." She grinned shamelessly.
"Illusion is the correct word for it." I returned her smile.

We walked up to the two story brick house that belonged to Arthur Reynolds, or better yet, Arthur's parent's.
Music drifted out of the house and danced through the atmosphere, inviting high hormoned teenagers that were only a stones throw away from adulthood to come inside.
The scent of alcohol clung to the air and I shuddered.
When Helena and I were sixteen we broke into her mom's wine stash that she hid at the back of her closet. Helena and I got so sick I could barely tolerate the smell of wine to this day. I wrinkled my nose and frowned.
"Let's go dance!" Lena said bouncing up and down whilst clapping her hands. She looked like a toddler who had just been handed a puppy.
The house was slammed full with hot blooded boys and desperate girls. Body's bumped and molded together into sensual dances. And I felt myself shrinking smaller and smaller.
It wasn't the first party I had been to, but the other parties were tamer in presentation and energy.
Helena laced her fingers through mine and tugged me to the center of the dance floor. I shook my head no. I really didn't want to dance.
She shot me a pouty look and I caved. She was my soul mate, My sister from another mister, she meant everything to me. I could hardly ever deny her.
I drug my golden hair into a ponytail and we melted into the rest of our peers. Dancing and murmuring, fitting into the typical highschool party scene.
Lena grabbed my shirt to pull me closer so she could whisper into my ear. It was definitely a well thought plot to get guys to pay attention to us.
"I see Ashton Moore. I'm going to go take a ride on the pony express like a cowgirl." She purred.
My mouth dropped open in horror. I wanted to say I couldn't believe she said that, but I most certainly could. She was born without a filter.
She adjustes her breasts and sauntered toward Ashton, jutting her hips from side to side like a rookie supermodel on the catwalk.
I sighed and yanked my camera bag off of my shoulder. Since I was left to fend for myself I figured I may as well capture the moment so I could tuck it away in a box that says, "do not open", in the future.