?Pretty’s On The Inside?
[The World thinks She’s ugly but He sees her Beauty?]
By; Authoress Kamara
Episode 12
?Paris Myers?
I stride over to the school’s parking lot by myself humming a tune when two girls step in front of me.
I stopped in fright just as the both of them looked at each other and smirked.
“Hi”. The first one said. “I’m Tamika”.
“I’m Tania”.
“What do you two want?”. A familiar voice says behind me.
I look back and gasp slightly to see Jeremy, he stepped towards us as he stood by my side protectively.
“Jeremy … “. Tamika said smiling falsely as she makes a step backwards.
Tania looked at him. “I thought you were with Tiffany”.
“And I thought you two had other things to do than bully others”.
“We weren’t bullying her”. They responded together.
“I don’t care to know what you two were doing together. All I want to know is what you want from City here”.
“Its Paris”. I corrected him quietly.
“Its nothing”. Tamika replied in a high-pitched tone.
“Then if its nothing, please kindly walk away from here and don’t even try to either bully or disturb City again, got that?”.
“Yes, Jeremy”. Tania said nodding.
“Good”.
I watched as they both leave together but not without sending hateful glares my way.
Oh Jeez! There’s no way I’m going to be able to survive in this school with girls like that.
“Don’t worry. They won’t disturb you ever again”. Jeremy says facing me.
“Thank you”. I said shyly looking down. “I appreciate you helping me”.
“Its nothing but if anything of this sort does happen again, I’m not going to help you out “.
I look up at him. “What?”.
“You need to stop being a chicken and start speaking up for yourself or you are going to be an object for bullies, City”.
“Paris”.
“You’ve been in Berkeley High for a week and yet you haven’t even stood up to any body in this school”.
“Do I need to?”. I asked quietly fiddling with the hem of my hoodie.
Jeremy grasped my shoulders suddenly making him face him squarely as his face looked serious.
“You need to be strong and brave so you can be able to stand up for yourself. Stop accepting intimation and bullies, for once in your life”. He rapped out looking serious.
“I’m not always like this but … “. I trailed off looking for the right words to say. “I can’t help it”.
“Why ?”.
“Well because, because I’m ugly”. I blurted out.
He scoffed. “You think you are ugly? Thats your reason but behaving like a chicken”.
“People will laugh and stare”. I said quietly remembering it. “I’ve never made friends ever since my face became like this”.
“Well you have now. I’m your friend, I can be your friend”.
“But Tiffany__”.
“Yes, she’s my girlfriend”. He says cutting me off. “I know that. But I can be a friend to you if you would let me”.
“I also want a friend too”. I mumbled.
“Wait. So you have never talked to people since the scars was on your face?”.
“10 days after the accident, I resumed back to my school and it was hell for me”. I said tearfully. “Everyone who I thought were my friends deserted me”.
“I’m sorry about that, Paris”.
“No o-one wanted to talk to me. T-They left me like, like I-I was some kinda d-disease”. I stuttered as my voice broke down.
“I’m sorry”. He repeated.
And for the first time, since this week, I felt tears roll down my cheeks as gush of sad emotions ran through me.
Jeremy pulled me to him unexpectedly but I continued crying into his broad chest as his hand wrapped around me while another stroked my hair lightly.
The scent of his musky cologne filled my nostrils and the undeniable warmth of his body calmed me down.
I closed my eyes for a few seconds as I hugged him back slowly. It felt so right for a moment until a voice interrupted us.
“Jeremy!!”.
I disengage from the hug immediately on hearing Tiffany’s voice. She stomped to where she was looking angrily.
“What the h.eck?!!”. She screamed as she clenched her fists as well.
Jeremy glanced at her. “Tiffany!”.
“Don’t you dare call me! Why were you hugging that ugly thing”. She yelled staring at me disdainfully.
I stepped back. “I’m not a thing”.
“Well you look like it!”. She retorted. “Some one like you shouldn’t talk when we are__”.
“Tiffany!”. Jeremy interrupted her. “Okay, thats enough”.
“Thats enough. I’m going to do worse to her, what was she doing with you?”.
“She wasn’t doing anything with me, I was the one who was with her”.
Tiffany scoffed. “Babe! Don’t play with me, why the h.eck will you be with someone like her? She’s not worth to hang out with guys like you”.
I felt hurt as she said that. And to think that we are cousins.
“She’s not worth it? Tiffany, can you hear yourself? Paris is your cousin”. Jeremy says loudly as if speaking my mind.
“Then fk my cousin if you want since you prefer her”. She turned to me. “You better watch your back”.
And with that, she walked out on us.
Jeremy sighed making no attempt to call her back as he stared at me apologetically.
“Don’t let her words get to you”. He said softly. “Tiffany is very sweet, if you get to know her more”.
I scoffed inwardly hearing that. Sweet? She isn’t anything near sweet.
I’m sure she only puts on a fake attitude just for Jeremy to love her.
Thats what the Tiffany I know will do.
“I’ll go talk to her, talk to you later”. He said and went off too.
I sighed and crossed my arms not liking to be the reason for their argument. I turned around only to see Xavier Marion at a far end staring at me.
Wait! Was he watching us all this while?
I paused on sighting him while he stood there staring directly at me. And then he began walking to where I was.
Wait! Towards me?
I sucked in a deep breath as he walked to me but looked confused as he went past me, his face depicting anger.
Jeez! Who must have annoyed him?
I turn again to see his car being pulled over by his driver. One of his bodyguard opened the car doors and he stepped in.
Almost immediately, the Bugatti zoomed away still leaving me in a trance as I stared ahead.
Why was he looking furious? Who must have angered him? Is he okay? Will he be fine?
All those questions rang out in my head as I began walking out of the school gates. I sigh wondering what was up with him.
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?Xavier Marion?
I repeatedly tapped on my phone screen trying to call Sam but either it shows busy or goes directly to voicemail.
I groaned feeling the urge to smash my phone against the wall as I rested back on the chair waiting for him.
Uh!! Where the h.eck is he?
I dropped my phone back on the piano and dipped my hands into my hair retying the blue headband I had on.
Calm down, Xavier! Calm down.
But I can’t calm down! I haven’t seen Sam throughout today. He’s not even in school and his lines are busy or not going.
Maybe he’s just on the set rehearsing some lines for his next movie.
Or maybe with another person.
Fk! Marion! Don’t think about that!
I stood up exasperatedly grabbing my phone as I headed out of my private music room.
Dmn it! I can’t believe I wasted my time in waiting for Samuel! He better give me a good explanation for not calling me.
I stride out of the school hallways going to the parking lot but stopped on seeing one of the T3, Tiffany Kings.
The T3 are one of the btchy crews here in Berkeley High and they are Tamika, Tania and of course, their leader is Tiffany Kings.
I paused seeing her shout at Paris while pretty boy, Jeremy Scott was also there.
Hmm. Does Paris know anyone of them?
I waited watching their scene and saw how Tiffany hurled off before Jeremy went with her.
Paris stood there for a while and she turn as I froze watching her look at me with confusion on her face.
And then, my car driving up distracted me from her making me to walk over to them breezing past her without acknowledging her.
I can’t even do that!! I’m still pissed off at Sam!
I got in the car and the door closed behind me. Then the driver took off. I look down at my phone again trying his number but this time, he picked up.
“Sam?”. I say as the call got connected.
“What?”.
What? Thats how he can ask me?
And he doesn’t even sound so good.
“Sam. Are you okay?”.
“Look, Xavier, this is a bad time. Call me later”. He said as he disconnected the call.
I scoffed looking at the phone screen.
Did he just cut the call on me?
Thats unlike Sam! He never does that.
I heard a screech and looked out seeing that I was already in my mansion. I open the car door immediately and stepped out heading towards the entrance.
I stop in my tracks seeing Violet playing with Cheyenne as they both laughed while Diamond watched them sitting under her relaxation umbrella.
At least, thats what she calls it.
“Violet”. I called getting to where they were.
She stopped playing with Cheyenne and smiled brightly on seeing me while I didn’t say a word.
“Ma-Lee-On”. Cheyenne ran towards me as I smile picking her up into my arms.
Such a cute little four year old! Calling me that instead of Marion.
“How’s my baby?”. I tugged her cheeks playfully.
Violet stepped towards me. “She’s so cute”.
“What are you doing here?”. I asked her confusedly.
“Well I just decided to come here to talk with you about stuffs. Are you free?”.
“No. I’m having an issue with Sam. I can’t talk to anyone right now”.
As soon as I said that, I caught a glint in Violet’s which looked mischievous but she quickly covered it with an innocent look.
Oh Jeez! What did she do?!!
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