Confessions of a Bestfriend

Chapter 12 All about Status

Chapter 12

(Ericka's POV)

I am so mad at Aria for doing this to me. I trusted her. She was supposed to be my bestfriend. The day when I saw them kissed I wanted to errupt. I'm infuriated because they so damn looked good together. Even from the start, I hate to admit it I knew they were meant for each other. However, the jealous monster came over me again.

It might come as a surprise but it's true. I'm jealous of Aria. Yes, I did have a pretty face and body but I did not have her guts and freedom. I am so caught up with being 'Miss Popular' that I didn't have the time to be myself. I had to be beautiful and bitchy all the time so that people would praise and feel threatened. Hell, I did not want it to be like this. People assumed that I always got everything together but I don't. It's exhausting being mean let alone maintaining a status.

I envy Aria. She did not have to put up a fake act just to please everyone. She could be anything she wants. She could have a real relationship and be madly inlove without the peer pressure.

In my case, I had to be the play girl. One boy after the other, that's what popular and stuck up girls do. I should not fall for a guy, I just had to toy with them. All these process, in order to climb the social ladder. It's totally overrated.

However, I never felt like this to a guy before. Out of all the boys I had dated, Zeke was the most challenging. I am attracted to him. When I first laid eyes on him, he lit up the room. He had a captivating aura that lured me into him more. I could not forget the way he looked at me. He had smoldering brown eyes that you could stare all day long. With lips matched with perfect set of white teeth which enticed me to involuntarily kiss him that night after the movie. His ruffled black hair invites you to dig in your hands and stroke it. Not to mention his slammin' body. He could be a greek god for all I cared.

As I wondered my thoughts of pleasure for Zeke Dylan, my phone agitatedly vibrated.

Bizz. Bizz. Bizz. Bizz.

I swiped the screen it was a new notification in facebook. I clicked to view the picture.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" I screamed.

My mom suddenly went upstairs and knocked on my door.

"Honey! Are you alright?! Why did you scream?" She said in a worried tone.

"Uhm. Yes Mom I just saw a rat that's all, but it's gone now." I lied.

"A big fat rat." I whispered to myself

"You sure?" she asked.

"Yep mom." I exclaimed. Then I heard her footsteps down the stairs.

It was me in the fourth grade I was chubby and still had braces on. I hated this picture. It reminded me of my old self, back when I lacked self-esteem and got picked on everytime by the class bully.

"Where did this come from?"

I strained my head to think. Then, it hit me. Only Aria had this one picture of me. I burned all the others.

"Ugh! She fights back huh? She's gonna get it!"

I scrolled down to get a wider glimpse of it, only to see that there were five hundred ninety-two likes and four hundred fifty-six comments. Whoa, that's a lot. Most of the comments were mean and down right nasty.

Kacey Gray: Hahaha! Fat bitch I knew it. She's not that perfect.

Stan Wilson: Nice Ericka! Did you get a plastic surgery?

Tori Flemmings: Wow! That's Ericka? Looks like she's not Homecoming queen material now.

Greyson Allen: F*ck that's Ericka Taylor? Damn girl!

There were more comments but I was too hurt to read them. Tears gushed out of my eyes. It was gradeschool all over again.

***Flashback***

"Hey Fatty! Did you bring me lunch today?" Serah, the biggest and tallest girl in our class, shoved me to my locker.

My ten year-old body cringed because the metal attachment of my braces snapped out in place. It was painful and my forehead reddened because it slammed the locker.

"I don't have anything for you!" I cried as I held my braces.

Serah let out a heartful laugh at the sight of her victim. Kids from the crowd tried their best not to intervene with the situation. They were smart enough to stay away and just ignore what was happening, because if they did they would suffer the same fate.

"Did your mom ever tell you that your so fat that you need to bring two lunchboxes for school?!" Serah, again laughed as if it was the funniest joke in the universe.

After that, without hesitation she grabbed my lunch and took off. I crumbled to the ground and sobbed. It was not one of my greatest moments in life. It was practically the lowest.

***End of Flashback***

I promised myself that no one would ever make me feel that way again. Even if that someone was my bestfriend.

"Let's take this war to a whole new level!"

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{A/N:}

This chapter is short I know but I hope it gives you the side of Ericka. Tell me what you think about it and please vote/fan. It's just one click away. ;)

xoxo

Nica