Darling Darlene.
At least to Dame her father, and her one friend that is.
But most knew her for what she really was...an egotistical bitch with underlying (pretty obvious) daddy issues and a kink for crushing spirits.
Not that she wasn't proud of t...
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I WAS inexplicably nervous. One more period, which meant 1.5 hours, a short car ride later and then I was on the real path to domineering success.
Who was I kidding? There was no way I could rest or take a nap before arriving at one of the busiest buildings in Atlanta this afternoon. Just thinking about it had my heart racing, an extremely rare occurrence. My heart seemed to be racing a lot this days though . But how could I not be nervous, especially because of how things had fallen into place. This internship, this company, was a dream. I could also hardly believe this was my father's doing, considering the fact that I often felt like I didn't exist to him.
Oh the woes of daddy issues. I think as I sigh, getting a questionable look from my green-eyed girl-friend sitting on my left.
Jade was undeniably pretty, somewhat rivaling me, although we were polar opposites when it came to looks.
Her brunette locks were always kept somewhat short, never passing her collarbone, something I detested her for considering the fact I'd never seen it past that, because she cut it pretty often. She claimed anything longer would make her look "unruly", something I found extremely comical because that's exactly who she was. An extremely, unruly, hayward, passionate person.
I loved her just for that "short hair, don't care" personality, because she understood me perfectly. She understood that most of the time it's wise to put yourself above others and never put your fate in someone else's hands, something I preached constantly.
Which is why she was, and would be, the only person I could explain the other reason my heart was constantly racing these days.
Vincetti Poesi. I was surprised to have learned she had met him before I had, at some company dinner at the beginning of this year. Pleasantly surprised, because there's no way she'd disagree with me on the topic of the man's obvious attractiveness but also felt no small fickle of jealously because she'd always expressed her disinterest to men that age. Jade has always known about my preference for maturity, something she relentlessly teased me for, but never judged.
Another reason I loved her.
When I had indulged her of me and Mr. Poesi's pervious interactions, earlier this period in our chemistry class, she'd asked, "Does this mean you'll finally stop fucking around with my brother?" her cute little button nose had wrinkled and she feigned disgust as her eyes twinkled with mischief. I hadn't answered because of how loud she had voiced the question, which I knew was definitely on purpose. She'd only received a small flick to the forehead as punishment, which she still nurtured with her pointer finger thirty minutes later. I rolled my eyes.
Total Drama Queen.
I looked back over at the clock by the door of our classroom, 20 more minutes.
I guess I wasn't as sneaky as I originally thought as Ms.Sib cleared her throat and gave me a semi- stern look for not paying attention to her ramblings. I tried to force myself to pay attention to the remaining minutes of class and thought how someone could ever sit through an Honors Chem class taught by someone like Ms.Sib without some type of Superman self-control. Someone like Mr.Poesi.
