Catty Relationships

December 31, 2012
By In_Love_with_Writing GOLD, Easton, Pennsylvania
In_Love_with_Writing GOLD, Easton, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." Phillipians 4:13


“I’ll take an iced mocha with a sprinkle of cinnamon on top. I want it done in two minutes or less. If you don’t come back by then, I’ll get antsy,” I told the waitress.

I crossed my legs under the table and held Gigi tightly in my arms. Her warm, brown doggy fur covered my face while I inhaled the sharp smell of Chanel No. 5. I had sprayed it on her earlier today to give her that chic aroma.

Gigi trembled as another person entered the coffee shop. With each swinging of the entrance door, you could feel the surge of icy air blow in from the January cold.

“It will probably take a little bit more than two minutes. It’s busy around here.” The waitress gestured to the excessive amount of people crowding around tables. They all shivered and huddled together to stay warm while they waited for someone to get them something hot.

“I really couldn’t care less. So get away from me and bring it quickly. Go.” I shooed her away with a flick of my wrist and my charm bracelet jingled. I stared straight ahead until she finally moved her skinny figure back to the other side of the room. You would expect someone with that little meat on their bones to move faster.

I turned back to my boyfriend with curious eyes. “Why did you bring me here, honey bunny?” I asked Alexander. “I thought we were going shopping. I need a new ring.”

Alex’s muscles flexed as he fingered the tissue box beside us. He didn’t make eye contact with me, but just kept focusing on the tissues.

“Piper, I’ve been meaning to talk to you for a while. We need to talk about our relationship,” he said. He tossed his curly blond hair out of his face. “I don’t think we’re going to work out.”

I cocked my head to the side. What did those words mean? I didn’t think I’d ever hear them come from a male’s mouth directly towards me. I knew I’d said it to many other guys and a couple of outfits, but never had I been on the receiving end.

“I’m sorry. It doesn’t sound like you’re speaking English,” I said. “Haven’t we been having a great time together? We’re supposed to be perfect for each other.”

Over the past few weeks, we’ve had a couple of tiffs, but I didn’t really think it mattered. All relationships had arguments over silly things. And I knew that rich girls and hot guys worked like black boots and diamond earrings. They were timeless and never to be separated.

“It doesn’t really seem as if we have a relationship. It’s more like a superficial relationship where we just pretend to like each other.”

“Alexander, that’s called a one-up. We have to do that to gain access to the top of the social food chain,” I responded.

“Wait, what’s a one-up and why do we have to do it?” He looked so cute when he scrunched his eyebrows in confusion.

“A one-up is where we use each other to make ourselves more popular. When one PP – it means popular person – dates another PP, it makes those two people indestructible. They’re practically unable to ever leave the food chain. And that’s what I want for us, sweetie.” I placed a hand on his arm. “And you’re also smoking hot.”

“Wow. That makes me feel so much better,” he replied with sarcasm. He leaned back into his metal chair and ran his fingers through his tresses.

“Sweet pea, I’ll be right back. I need to go use the ladies’ room. Okay?” I stood up and placed Gigi on my chair. “It will only take me a quick second.” I shuffled off before he could respond. My high heels tapped on the tile as I strutted past nearby tables. With every step, I could feel the anger and frustration heat up from inside of me.

I ran to the bathroom and placed a sofa chair against the door. The bathroom had a fleshy pink on the walls, and a vanilla scent wafted from the burning candles. Nat King Cole’s L.O.V.E played from the intercom. I felt like I was in a cheap hotel that Daddy would buy to turn into a five-star resort.

I walked over to the mirror and saw that my appearance was becoming wearied out. My purple smoky eye was fading and I didn’t bring my travel eye shadow palette with me. Why would I choose now to make my purse lighter when a crisis to my social development was brewing? I pulled out my phone and called Charlene. I would consider her my best friend (we were generally close), but I really only used her for dirt on other people.

“Hello?” she said when she answered the phone.

“Alex wants to break up with me.”

“Yikes. I’m sorry to hear that. Well, did you tell him that you’re dating for a one-up?”

“I did, but he doesn’t seem to care.” I put a hand in my high-waisted short shorts and chewed on my diamond necklace. I wondered how much bribing it would take to keep him my boyfriend. “Do you think I should break up with him and move onto a better guy or should I convince him to stay with me?”

“I don’t know what you should do. All sorts of things might happen as a result. Especially when Amy has a party tonight with the entire neighborhood being invited . . .” Charlene trailed off.

“What?!” I screamed. My voice echoed through the small bathroom. I could hear the rest of the coffee shop become quiet as the sound reached them.

“Is everything okay in there?” a woman’s voice said through the door.

“Go away, you creep! I’m busy!” I yelled at the woman. I pressed the sofa chair even harder against the door to make sure that no one could come in.

This was the worst day of my life. I didn’t need my boyfriend to break up with me, my archenemy (Amy and I had never gotten on the right foot since I put red ants in her hair in fourth grade) deciding to exclude me from a party where everyone else was invited, and my eye makeup smudging all in the same day.

“When’s the party?” I asked Charlene.

“Piper, you weren’t invited . . .”

“Do you think I care? Tell me it now!”

“Piper . . .”

“Charlene, were you invited?”

“Yes.”

“Then spill like a good nail polish.”

I heard a sigh pass through the receiver. Papers rustled and she finally returned to the phone. “It starts at eight, but you can’t come. You have to bring an invitation with you and it has to have your name and picture on it. She doesn’t want any outsiders.”

“What’s this party even for?” I asked.

“I don’t know. It’s just some dumb party that isn’t even good enough for you to think about.” Kissing my butt wasn’t going to make me change my mind. I would tell her that, but I liked it too much.

“I’m going to that party. Alexander is becoming dull for me. I need a new guy.” I sat on the sink counter with my arms across my chest. I moved the phone to my other ear. “And I’ll just bring Alex with me so I don’t go without a date. Don’t worry about the details, just leave it to me. Amy will wish she was as cool as me once I find a new guy. I’ll become even more popular in this neighborhood than I am now.”

“Piper, I’m really getting tired of all this competition . . .”

“Charlene, shut up and give me the address.”

**********

Alexander and I arrived at the party fashionably late by an hour and a half. By this time, the party would be in full-swing and I would be able to see how it was actually doing. Before we were able to enter Amy’s house, we were stopped by a boy who demanded our invitation. The name tag on his striped shirt said, “Usher.”

“Here’s my invitation.” I handed it to him with eagerness.

“Why is your picture glued onto it and not in it?” he asked.

“Why does the Earth spin?” I asked back.

“Huh?”

“Because that’s the way it is, sporty.”

He handed the invitation back to me and pointed back to the driveway. “I’m not an idiot. It’s fake, so that means you have to leave.”

“Um . . .” I stalled. I thought-processed a bunch of ideas quickly until one came to mind. I placed a hand on his cheek and kissed his other one. Before getting a reaction, I grabbed Alex’s hand and squirmed into the doorway. I could hear him yell after me, but there was no way I was going to turn back after I was able to make a clean getaway.

“Why did you do that?” Alexander asked.

“Forget about that, honey. Think about this party. Why is it already looking so boring? Everyone is just standing around doing nothing. And this house is so tiny. What is it, like, ten thousand square feet?” I looked at him.

“Uh, I don’t know,” he replied. “It looks pretty nice to me. It’s only a little smaller than mine.”

“That’s the point, Alexander. Your house is bigger. Hers is smaller. So that means that she’s poorer. Get it? Got it? Good,” I said.

“Well, it could also mean that her family just doesn’t want to buy a house that could mean more money and maintenance when they don’t really need it,” he said.

“Alex, can you get me something to drink? Just make sure it’s not spiked. I don’t need to become tipsy right now,” I commanded him.

“Sure.” He slid between the mass of people in the crowd and disappeared from sight.

I looked around the party. There were a lot of people I knew and some that I could only wish of making an acquaintance with. Amy actually did a pretty good job, considering there was no class in her entire body. Different colored bright lights shined from the ceiling and snacks were at every turn. It was too bad that there wasn’t that much to do. The only things going on at the moment were a couple of drinking games in the living room. It wasn’t even a good idea to do so because there were huge glass windows that covered the walls from top to bottom in there and we were all minors in twelfth grade.

A hand tapped me on my shoulder and I turned to look at Amy. She wore an ugly strapless dress that only emphasized how flat-chested she was. Her brown hair hung loosely at her shoulders. I probably would have mistaken her for a homeless girl.

“What are you doing here, Piper? Get out!” she said.

“What’s the big deal? I’m the only person that’s going to make your party any better.”

“It’s perfectly fine without you.”

“Not really. It looks like a complete dud,” I replied.

“Just leave. You’re only going to make that dress look more repulsive than it is on its own. What is that? JCPenney?” she whispered as a person nudged by us.

“Amy, why don’t you make like a bird and flock off?”

I walked away from her as she tried to interpret what I had said. Scanning the room, I finally found a specimen that could fit my requirements for a boyfriend. He was well-dressed, muscular, and handsome. To make matters even better, I remembered his father being an extremely wealthy billionaire, a new favorite to the Sterling Heights community. I ran towards Jack and made sure to fall right on top of him.

“Oh, Jack, I’m so sorry,” I gasped. I sat up properly and wrapped my arms around his neck without getting off his lap.

“It’s fine,” he said. He tried to pull my arms off of his neck, but I kept a strong hold.

Looking into his beautiful deep brown eyes, I could feel a connection bonding between us. This was something special. This might not become like my plethora of other relationships that were usually ended in my breaking up with the guy. This could actually become something real. This might be true love.

“Is your dad rich? And if so, is he a billionaire like my father told me?”

“Piper! Get off my boyfriend’s lap!” Amy screeched as she bolted towards us. I sprung off Jack’s lap and looked at Amy innocently. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m watching Saturday Night Live at home. What do you think I’m doing?” I planted my hands on my hips and smiled at Jack as he laughed.

“I am sick and tired of you ruining my life, Piper . . .”

“You need to have a life, Amy, in order for me to ruin it.”

“. . . and I just want to enjoy my party without you barging in and sitting on my boyfriend.”

“I can see your point, but I don’t seem to care. It’s a free world, so deal with it.” I placed myself back on Jack’s lap. I looked up at Amy as I ran my fingers up and down his neck. Jack didn’t seem to worry about his girlfriend’s feelings in the least bit as he enjoyed my affectionate attention.

“Piper, get up.”

I stood up and gave her a what-do-you-want-freak expression. “Need something?”

“Yeah. Why don’t you make like Santa Claus and leave my presence?” Amy said softly.

She moved back and slapped me hard across the face. My head hit the wall beside me with incredible impact and everything became black as I heard the party grow quiet.

I just hoped that no one would steal my Prada purse that flew off my shoulder as I fell onto the cold wooden floor.

I got it in Paris.


The author's comments:
Have you ever heard of the devil wearing Prada? This is an inspirational piece from a collection of popular novels I’ve read and loved, molding them into my own piece that I love and appreciate. I might continue it because this is the very beginning of Piper.

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on Feb. 5 2015 at 4:56 pm
RedHadan BRONZE, New York, New York
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Favorite Quote:
Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find her way by moonlight, and her punishment is that she sees the dawn before the rest of the world.

I like the new take on perspective!

Longlegs GOLD said...
on Jul. 21 2014 at 8:48 am
Longlegs GOLD, Greeneville, Tennessee
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Wow. It's awesome! Fantastic! Incredible! And you used humor in just the right places.

on Mar. 30 2013 at 10:39 am
Stella_Val_Illicia GOLD, Salt Lake City, Utah
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Favorite Quote:
"In the beginning, the universe was created. This has made a lot of people angry and been widely regarded as a bad idea."
--Douglas Adams

Geez, this was hilarious! Couldn't stop laughing! This is great!

on Feb. 12 2013 at 4:39 pm
IndigoElisabeth SILVER, Woodbury, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
John 1:1

This is really amazing writing, just like your other work!

on Jan. 24 2013 at 10:28 pm
@nime.@ngel BRONZE, Chicopee, Massachusetts
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i like this a lot the charcters are very intresting  and in my opinon very entertaining espeacially piper; they also all have very solid personalities, well written and thought out, keep writing!

on Jan. 24 2013 at 10:12 am
GuardianoftheStars GOLD, Shongaloo, Louisiana
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Favorite Quote:
"Let's tell young people the best books are yet to be written; the best painting, the best government, the best of everything is yet to be done by them."
-John Erslcine

Very good and very well written. I was enjoying it every second. :)

. said...
on Jan. 23 2013 at 6:00 pm
I really liked this, I found it very interesting and engaging.  I've never read a story quite like this, and like the others said it's interesting to see the antagonist's point of view.  Great job and keep up the great work!

on Jan. 11 2013 at 10:34 pm
theteenager SILVER, -, Indiana
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Favorite Quote:
My quotes affect my life. That is why i have a different one each day.

I Am In Awe! That was just WOW!!! Very good!

on Jan. 11 2013 at 4:12 pm
PalaraSoul BRONZE, New York, Long Island, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"With any part you play, there is a certain amount of yourself in it. There has to be, otherwise it's not acting. It's lying." - Johnny Depp. ( I had thought this way since I knew what I wanted to be, before I knew of this quote)

That was amazing! Like a real book!! Really, just wow.

on Jan. 9 2013 at 9:10 pm
In_Love_with_Writing GOLD, Easton, Pennsylvania
12 articles 0 photos 389 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." Phillipians 4:13

Wow. You are very direct in your comments. Personally, I've always wondered what it's like to be the villain in the story and I enjoy writing from the perspective of the hated. I'm glad you don't like it (when I saw this, I mean in it being cliche), but I really enjoyed going from this perspective. My new story called True Beauty is being approved right now and it's like this one, but has a better twist. I'm not saying anymore than that, but I hope you'll check it out when it's approved and will tell me then if you also think it's cliche. Hopefully, you won't. Thanks for commenting :)

on Jan. 9 2013 at 8:15 pm
IamtheshyStargirl PLATINUM, Lothlorien, Utah
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Favorite Quote:
Boredom instigates extreme creativity.
~Amoniel

"Bowing gratefully to all of my subjects, 'thank you. Thank you. The pleasure is mine." Nah, I'm just kidding. We're all kings together.'"
~Thesilentraven

Interesting.  You're a good writer, I love your analogies.  However, this didn't seem very unique to me, and I couldn't read the whole thing. The world needs unique, view changing, innovative stories. There's too much of this sort of story already, you've got talent, I suggest you use it for something better than bratty chick flick stuff. 

on Jan. 9 2013 at 7:39 pm
In_Love_with_Writing GOLD, Easton, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." Phillipians 4:13

Thanks!!! :)

on Jan. 9 2013 at 5:37 pm
HeartOfTheMoon SILVER, Sudbury, Ontario
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I haven't read a good story in a while, this was amazing :) Thanks for the dscriptions, it was real nice ^^

on Jan. 8 2013 at 8:07 pm
Sam_Dawn_Richi SILVER, Augusta, Georgia
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Favorite Quote:
"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning dance in the rain." -anonymus

Okay, great! Can't wait.

on Jan. 8 2013 at 10:19 am
In_Love_with_Writing GOLD, Easton, Pennsylvania
12 articles 0 photos 389 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." Phillipians 4:13

Thank you!

on Jan. 8 2013 at 8:01 am
Lady_Teribithea GOLD, LaPorte, Colorado
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This is a rather nice short story. I do like getting to hear the story from the 'brat's' perspective. Nice job.

CammyS SILVER said...
on Jan. 7 2013 at 8:12 pm
CammyS SILVER, Papillion, Nebraska
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Favorite Quote:
No passion in the world is equal to the passion to alter someone else's draft.
H. G. Wells
Don't say the old lady screamed. Bring her on and let her scream.
Mark Twain

cool beans. :) let me know when the next installment comes out.

on Jan. 7 2013 at 5:38 pm
In_Love_with_Writing GOLD, Easton, Pennsylvania
12 articles 0 photos 389 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." Phillipians 4:13

Aww thank you for your kind words!! I just screamed to my family what you said. I'll make sure to get Part Two up and ready soon enough. I'll make sure to tell you! :)

on Jan. 7 2013 at 5:22 pm
Sam_Dawn_Richi SILVER, Augusta, Georgia
9 articles 0 photos 25 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning dance in the rain." -anonymus

Haha WOW! Great story! What else inspired you to write this? Seeing it from the veiw of the mean girl is great. I bet it was challenging but mostly great fun :) I hope you get part two published soon! Hurry up!
Hey, maybe you wouldn't mind taking a peek at my poetry? It isn't as good as your fiction pieces, but I'm sure they might amuse you. :)
Wait, why are you reading this? Get writing on that Part two about Piper! ;)

on Jan. 7 2013 at 3:57 pm
In_Love_with_Writing GOLD, Easton, Pennsylvania
12 articles 0 photos 389 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." Phillipians 4:13

Yeah, I know. In writing it, I went from an idea to a story, but the reason slipped my mind. I just needed to get the words out. I decided in the next part of the story, you would be able to know. If you want, come back again and maybe you'll find out why! :)


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