Hey guys,
Name's Rocki.
16. Sophomore.
I sing & play ukulele.
I'm from a town, in a place.
My parents enjoy calling me a "Wild Child".
I really enjoy black and white movies and Netflix.
I'm not particularly interested in love.
I struggle with an eating disorder.
I haven't cut in 2 months.
Society sucks.
xo, Rocki
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Revenge served Cold
Chapter Six
Nora's POV
Grinning,
I bring the camera down and look at the photos we've
taken. What a perfect day. "You wanna get some
icecream?"
I smiled. "Sure, Trev." I said, pulling out a
cigarette. I'd been smoking more than usual lately. I
handed one to Trevor.
We had been at the beach all day, Trevor wearing nothing but
a cardigan over his bronzed muscles and a pair of board
shorts. I bit my lip, climbing on my bike and staring at his
muscled abdomen.
We rode to the nearest Ben & Jerry's, ordering a
couple of cones. He got mint chocolate chip and I got
neopolitan, my favorite. A little bit of everything.
"You got a little something on your nose," Trevor
smiled.
"What? Where!" I said, going cross-eyed and dabbing
at my nose.
"Riiight...there," Trevor replied, touching his
icecream on the tip of my nose. I shrieked.
"Trevor!" I exclaimed, grabbing his cardigan and
wiping my nose. "That was freezing, you jerk!" I
laughed and hit him in the arm.
"Hey!" He said, running after me. I squealed and
ran from his grasp, secretly hoping he'd catch me.
"Gotcha," Trevor said, wrapping his arms around me
from behind. I pretended to be defeated, laying limp in his
hold. Just then, Corey walked up, looking at us with
disgust.
Trevor smirked at her, spinning me around and looking at me
with his mint chocolate-chip colored eyes. I searched them
and my eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in and--
"Nora! Time for school!"
My eyes shot open and less than a second later I groaned,
slamming my fists against the bed. All a dream.
I stood up, making my way to the bathroom and turning on the
shower. Standing in front of the mirror, I pressed my fingers
against my lips. I felt a soft tingle there as if I'd
actually been kissed.
I smiled and sighed, making my way into the shower. Roughly
fifteen minutes later, I stepped out and got my blow dryer,
drying my long, heavy locks. I tilted my head to the side,
deciding to make my eyes pop.
I applied a thin shimmer of golden eyeshadow, brown in the
corners for affect. Sliding on some mascara and a touch of
blush, I decided I was done after my lips were glossed in
pink.
I walked into my fair sized closet and looked around. Today
felt like a dressy day, and boy was I going to dress to
impress. A certain boy, that is.
Going over to my dresses, I pulled out a floral mint
sleeveless dress with a chiffon cutout. Sensual and sexy. I
grabbed a pair of Oxford ballet shoes and dressed quickly,
sliding my books into a large red tote.
I glanced at my outfit and removed my shoes, slipping on a
pair of lace trim socks and putting my shoes back on. I
grinned.
Outfit: http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6sq2nyFu71r2ay0qo1_500.jpg
Trevor in the
dream: http://i1094.photobucket.com/albums/i456/zrhett/5e0984d6.jpg
I'm really sorry for
not posting faster!
Been really caught up with stuff.
I apologize that this chapter was kind of boring, it'll
pick up soon! :)
Revenge served Cold
Chapter Five
Rose's POV
I stopped
the YouTube video, a sick taste forming in my mouth. What had
Nora turned into? I closed my laptap angrily and plugged in
my iTouch, turning on ADTR. A pop-up message opened up on my
screen.
Corey Westbrook sent you a message.
I read and re-read the notification. Corey? Opening my laptop
back up, I logged into Facebook and clicked on the message.
It read, "Let's get something straight. I hate you,
you hate me. It's mutual. But right now I think we both
hate Nora. She needs to go down."
I bit my lip, my fingers hesitating over the keyboard. Corey
was never my friend before, why should that change now?
"Don't be upset because you kissed her, Corey. You
only have yourself to blame."
A reply came almost instantly. "You know what I know.
Help me or you'll be even more of an outcast than you
already are."
I sighed heavily, turning my computer off. There was no way
I'd get sucked into this stupid feud. Was there?
______________________________________________________________________
I knocked on Rachel's bedroom door before walking in
anyway. She had a couple friends sitting on her floor, a
large bottle of vodka in between them.
"What did I tell you about coming into my room?"
Rachel said with a sneer. I rolled my eyes, sitting down and
grabbing the vodka. "Seriously, Rose. I don't want
to chill with you and I'm sure no one else here does
either."
"I dunno," a guy with blonde hair said, rubbing his
chin. "She's kinda cute." I laughed.
Rachel huffed. "Well yeah, she looks like me,"
turning to me, she glared. "We may be physically
identical, but that doesn't mean we're anything
alike."
I shrugged, taking another swig of vodka. "We don't
hafta like each other sis, s'long as you bring the
booze," I said, raising the bottle in the air. Rachel
could be so touchy.
After chugging the rest of the vodka, I stood on wobbly feet
and bent down to hug my sister. "I loooovvvve
yewwww," I said, a huge smile plastered on my face.
"Ew, ga-ross!" She exclaimed, standing up and
pushing me away. I skipped out of the room and turned my
computer back on.
"Okay, I'll do it."
Rachel: http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3srssyUGo1qkv30do1_500.jpg
Revenge served Cold
Chapter Four
Part Two
"Hey
N, honestly I didn't think you'd show," Corey
said, taking a sip of her drink. The strong smell of alcohol
hit me as I brushed passed her into the house. There were a
few people on the couch hitting a bong, two people making out
on the loveseat, but from what I could tell, most of the
party was in the kitchen.
I made my way there to find a game of beer pong going on.
Trevor was playing by himself against a jockish-looking guy
and a petite blonde. Groups of people were surrounding them
on either side of the table, drinking and cheering.
I came up behind Trevor and touched his shoulder. As he
turned around, I went onto my tiptoes and wrapped my arms
around his neck, hugging him.
At first he was taken aback, but he wrapped his strong arms
around me. "Nora hi, just in time to join the fun,"
he said, pulling back with a smile. I giggled and batted my
eyelashes at him, grabbing the pong ball from his hand and
shooting it straight into the opponent's cup.
Everybody cheered. The jockish guy on the other side groaned
and shook his head, "No fair, Slade I think your girl is
better than you." Trevor laughed and shrugged and I
grinned, grabbing a bowl I saw on a nearby table and taking a
hit. After all, a party is a party.
Starting to feel a buzz, I decided to go find Corey. It was
time for the night to really begin.
I found her in a bedroom with the other girls in a game of
truth or dare. "Hello ladies," I said with a
smile.
Taelyn, Amber, and Ellie greeted me eagerly and Corey lifted
an eyebrow. I took a seat on the bed and asked if I could
speak with her. She shrugged, but agreed. We found a private
place in a rather large coat closet and when I was sitting
cross legged on the floor, she turned around to me
quickly.
"Don't think for a second I've forgotten who you
were, Clarke. You were nobody. Just because everyone else
can't see that anymore doesn't mean I like you
anymore than I use to." She said in a rush, crossing her
arms and huffing.
I took a deep breath and stood up, looking at her with a
solemn expression. "Look, Cor. I know I was never
popular, I mean in middle school I had no idea who I was. I
wanted nothing more than to be your friend again, like in
elementary school, but I know I wasn't good enough,"
I said, standing close and holding a lock of her hair.
"That's why I changed, I wanted to be..." I
looked into her eyes. "I wanted you to see me
differently."
Suddenly, Corey jumped on me, my back hitting the plush
carpet. Before I knew what was happening, Corey pressed her
lips against mine, kissing me furiously. I froze, staring at
her with wide eyes.
As if just realizing what she'd done, Corey pulled
herself away, staring at me like I had done something wrong.
She put her hand over her mouth and ran from the closet.
I got up and dusted myself off, smiling as I took the camera
from the shelf I'd placed it on.
There wasn't enough room to
fit the whole chapter, so I'm making it into two
parts!
Thank you guys SO much for all the great feedback! Love
you!
xo, Rocki
Revenge served Cold
Chapter Four
Part One
I rolled
the bottoms of the faded hot pink waist-high shorts I had on
and tucked in my collared lace front blouse. Slipping on a
long black rosary necklace and some green peep-toed shoes, I
checked myself in the mirror. Fashionably
miss-matched, I thought.
Glacing around my room for a minute or two, my eyes came to
rest on my video camera. I bit my lip and grabbed my large
navy tote, slipping the camera inside. Tonight would be a
night to remember. Most importantly, a night to
blog.
Peeking in the mirror again, I dug my fingers into my hair,
trying to give it more volume. I sighed and stalked out of my
room, knocking on my mother's bedroom door. "Hey,
mom? Can you do my hair?" I called out.
My mom opened the door and smiled at me. "Honey, you
look gorgeous. I'm so glad to have you home. Lord knows
your father's not a good influence!" I shook my head
and smiled.
She guestured for me to follow her into the room and I
plopped down on her bed, fiddling with my necklace. I closed
my eyes as I felt my mother's fingers in my hair, almost
like a massage.
When she was done, she held a mirror in front of me and I
giggled. "Mom, it's perfect!" I exclaimed,
turning my head to see the whole thing. "What's this
called?"
"It's a waterfall braid, my mom taught me how to do
it. Maybe I'll teach you sometime, yeah?" I nodded
enthusiastically and jumped up, going back to my room.
I placed a random ring on my right middle finger and went out
to my car. Trevor had texted me during 2nd period saying the
house was in the Estate, one of the richest neighborhoods
around. I should have figured. Rich kids know how to waste
money like nothing else.
Pulling up to the large, brick red house, I took a moment to
look around. I decided to park the farthest from the house so
I could get out easily and so no one would scratch up my
car.
Standing in front of the door, I could hear Katy Perry
playing. I pulled out a cigarette and lit it, ringing the
doorbell. Just as I took in a drag, the door flung open and
Corey stood there. Before she had time to say anything, I
blew my smoke into her face.
"Sup b//itch."
Hair: http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvwiv71COK1qhfdxro1_500.jpg
Outfit: http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6miubKbPt1r2ay0qo1_500.jpg
There wasn't enough room to
fit the whole chapter, so I'm making it into two
parts!
Thank you guys SO much for all the great feedback! Love
you!
xo, Rocki
Revenge served Cold
Chapter Three
Soft
winds blew through my hair when Trevor opened the door to the
school for me. I looked at his smiling face and drew in a
deep breath, squaring my shoulders.
"Hey, Nora, you look like you're getting ready to
murder someone," Trevor said, placing his hand on my
shoulder. "Relax."
I smiled at the irony of that and lifted one eyebrow up at
him. Turning my sights on the school, I strutted in, Trevor
following suit.
I'd like to say that everything happened in slow motion
like it does in the movies, but truthfully it all happened
very fast, so fast that I almost didn't get to enjoy
it.
Bunches of people were standing around the main hallwall,
mostly separated into circles. It seemed as though all the
different types of people grouped together, like cliques. I
had thought high school didn't really have cliques. It
turns out this school would be better than I'd
imagined.
As I walked in, each face turned towards me, an exceptional
amount of mouths dropping. I smiled, pleased, and kept my
head high, walking past the groups of useless douchebags.
Trevor stopped somewhere along the way, but I kept walking
until I heard my name called.
"Nora? Holy hell, that is Nora!"
I turned slowly, my brow furrowed. I couldn't tell
exactly where it'd come from until a girl with light
brown, dreaded hair stepped in front of me. I pursed my
lips.
Crossing my arms, I stood there staring at her.
"Rose."
"Damn Nora, you've really changed. What the hell did
they do to you in California?" she asked, looking me up
and down. I scoffed at her, turning to walk the other
direction. There was someone standing in front of me and I
walked straight into them, our heads colliding.
"Ugh! Can you move?" I said angrily,
rubbing my forehead. The girl had bouncy, red hair and she
turned around.
"God, watch where you're going, bitc--Nora? Nora
Clarke?" the girl said, her eyes widening. My
angry stare turned into a smirk.
"Corey Westbrook," I replied. "It's so
nice to see you again!" I said sincerely.
She looked at me incredulously. "It's like
you're a totally different person!"
Three girls came up behind her, one I didn't know, the
other two I remembered as Amber and Taelyn. The third girl
looked slightly younger and had long, dark hair. "Nora,
I'm sure you remember Amber," Corey said, pointing
to a blonde. "And Taelyn, as well," and pointed to
the darkskinned girl.
I nodded, smiling pleasantly at them. These b//tches
won't know what hit them. "And this here is little
Ellie, sort of my prodige," she said, smiling fondly at
the dark haired girl. I rolled my eyes.
Trevor came up behind Corey and put his arm around her. My
eyes turned glassy. I'd spent tons of time practicing
facial expressions so I could hide my emotions. But I could
have sworn Trevor was going to be mine.
As I mulled it over, I thought it was a good thing. Something
else to add to the long list of revenge--stealing her
boyfriend. I smiled inwardly.
"Trev, hey," I said, placing a hand on his collar.
"Glad to see we all know each other," I said
mischeviously. Corey's blue eyes shot out daggers.
"Hey Nora!" Trevor said cheerfully.
"There's a party tonight, kicking off the start of
school. You can come if you'd like."
I grinned up at him, grabbing a pen from my bag. Taking his
hand, I wrote my number there. "Text me the details
later," I said with a wink.
Rose: http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwvnl2Quj51qhxlw0o1_500.jpg
Corey: http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roShlF0kaNw/TT8y3Fmv9UI/AAAAAAAAACo/B04NUpG0Mqo/s1600/0809-hair-color-5-de.jpg
Amber: http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwl6zncttQ1qiifb1o1_500.jpg
Ellie: http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvx7hzLJo01qb68g6o1_500.jpg
Taelyn: http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxz4h59vUo1qdqmlao1_500.jpg
Revenge served Cold
Chapter Two
Nora's POV
I pulled
into my assigned parking spot at school, number 23. Lucky for
me, I got one close to the entrance. I decided to wait until
the bell was just about to ring to go inside so I could make
a grand entrance.
While waiting, I hooked my iPod into my car’s stereo
and played music, fishing around in my bag for the pack of
cigarettes I had slid in there the night before.
Not that it was a healthy habit, but it definitely calmed my
nerves. I started in ninth grade with some buddies and it had
generally stuck; now I smoke mostly just to curb my
appetite.
I cracked my window down a couple inches and put a cigarette
between my lips. While searching for the lighter in my bag, I
heard a tap on my window. stuff, no one’s suppose
to see me yet.
I glanced over my shoulder and saw a lean guy sporting a
white button up and dark blue faded jeans. His brown hair was
swept to the top of his head and it looked as though
he’d spent his summer tanning. Thankful that I
didn’t recognize him, I slid an annoyed look onto my
face and cranked my window down some more.
“Uh, yeah?”
“Hey,” he said, his blinding smile accenting his
green eyes. “I saw you were, well, and I thought maybe
I could…possibly bum one?” He asked, stumbling
through his words and holding up a blue lighter.
I nodded, thinking. “Get in.” I said, jerking my
head towards the passenger side.
He smiled in relief and went around while I rolled my window
back up. “So…are you new here?” he asked,
taking a Camel Crush from the pack and lighting it.
“I was about to ask you the same thing,” I
replied, crushing the ball in my own cigarette. I held my
hand out for the lighter.
He handed it to me. “Nah, I started here last year.
I’m a senior now. My name’s Trevor, by the
way.”
“I’m Nora. I use to live here about a year ago,
but I was in Cali for my freshman year,” I explained,
inhaling the icy menthol.
“Well I’m surprised, you'd figure a beauty
like you would’ve come up in conversation,” he
said with a smile.
I rolled my eyes. Trevor picked up my iPod and shuffled
through the songs, stopping on This Love by Maroon 5. I
laughed and shook my head while he bobbed his body to the
beat. Hearing the warning bell ring, I watched people rush
inside and flicked my cigarette butt out the window.
As I stepped out of my car Trevor was already there, waiting
for me so we could walk inside together. I smiled and
pulled out my iPhone.
No need to use to the links, I
just find it's easier to imagine things with
visuals!
Nora Before: http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-grvFpPi26RE/TfOgVBFEYiI/AAAAAAAAAVs/MF1BAJcULcM/s1600/emo8.jpg
Nora After: http://howtogetlonghair.info/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/how-to-make-hair-thicker.png
Trevor: http://i1094.photobucket.com/albums/i456/zrhett/bfcad0ab.jpg
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Revenge served Cold
Prologue.
Nora's POV
I finally did it, I thought
to myself, staring in the mirror. I turned left, then right,
inspecting myself and tucking a stray piece of hair behind my
ear.
I applied a thin coat of shimmery, cherry-flavored lip gloss.
Perfect.
After a year of being away from my hometown in Charleston,
I'd arrived in Mount Pleasant last night. My main attraction
was starting school again and seeing all of the people who
thought they knew me.
No doubt, every single one of them will be blown away.
While spending a year in California, I had picked up a few
tips and tricks, not to mention dropped about 50 pounds. The
girl they knew is gone. No more heavy eyeliner, dark clothes,
or choppy hair.
I won't be the chubby, emo girl, the outcast.
For as long as I could remember, the gorgeous people at my
school had torn me down. They'll be sorry they ever said the
things they said. They'll be sorry the ever met me.
I grabbed my iPhone and pulled up my blog, clicking open a
new entry.