Hotel Heart
We were teenagers. Young and in love, naïve towards the greater reality. I was rich, he was poor. I went to private school; he went to a public school. I had tons of friends, he had none. I had barely lifted a finger my whole life, he worked his butt off to pay a phone bill. I was 17, he was almost 19. Us even meeting was an accident so we were referred to as the "Accidental Couple". We came from two completely different worlds yet understood each other perfectly. We were perfectly imperfect. Yet the rest of the world just didn't want us to be…
Michella Asiala Devonne Torres. The name everyone knew, a name that was constantly floating off the tongues of the residents in Miami Dade, Florida. It was a name of expectation, a name of pride, a name that everyone knew. Everyone expected so much from this girl who didnt expect much from herself.
"Its a new dawn, its a new day, its a new life for me. Its a new dawn, its a new day, its a new life for me. Ooooh, and I'm feeling good..." Nina Simone's soulful voice floated through the room of the most extravagant mansion in all of Miami Dade, the room at the end of the south hall with the two giant bay windows and limestone balcony. Michella Torres groaned underneath her fluffy duvet as she remembered it was the first day of school. She hit the snooze button on her iHome and pushed the covers off her head, stretching out her sore arms as a yawn escaped her mouth. She was a junior this year which meant only another year until she was at Julliard, fulfilling her dream of becoming one of the main acts in Cirque de Soleil. No one approved of her wanting to be a circus act but acrobatics was her life. She could stretch her body into positions people could only dream of and she loved every second of it.
Michella stood from her bed, noticing her puppy, Bella, sleeping in the corner of her room on her deluxe doggy bed. She yanked down her short sleeping shorts, going into her private bathroom which was connected to her walk in closet. She took in her disheveled appearance and grimaced. Deep bags decorated under her eyes from staying up until five in the morning. It was eight o clock now. Her hair was falling out of the bun she had secured it in. And her face was oily and disgusting. She appeared to be super confident but in all honesty, she just wasn't.
Ignoring her self esteem, she turned on her shower and waited for it to get hot, stripping out of her clothes as she prepared for the day ahead of her.
"Knees aren't pretty," as soon as the ball of Michella's right foot hit the soft carpet of the living room, those words left her mother, the one and only, Elizabeth Torres's mouth as her cold green eyes took in her daughter's appearance.
"Mom, its hot." Michella stated in almost a whine as Bella played around her tanned feet.
"I dont care Michella. People watch you everywhere you go and you want to be caught in that? I dont even think it has a legitimate designer label. You're basically royalty around here. Act like it," Michella rolled her eyes and looked down at her outfit. She was just wearing a pair of jean shorts from Abercrombie and a floral crop top because it was literally so hot outside.
"Why cant I ever just wear what I want?" Michella grumbled, picking Bella up and stroking her soft fur.
"Please put that beast down and go to school. Your outfit is already atrocious, dont make it worse by adding fur," Elizabeth smoothed back her pin straight hair and narrowed her eyes even further at her adolescent teenage daughter. Some call her the red queen because of her demeanor but she did do it for the common good. She simply had a reputation to upkeep and her daughter was tarnishing it with her silly dreams of being an acrobat and her peasant style. If she knew she would act like this, she would've sent her away to England with her wild card father.
"I have acro so I won't be back till nine," Michella stated with a sigh, putting Bella down before throwing her colorful Vera Bradley backpack over her shoulder and going past her mother to the main garage where she kept her car. Elizabeth grimaced at the item on her back. It was just so...basic.
"Seems like the queen is back," Miley Stewart greeted her best friend with a charming smile, handing her a bottle of Voss water as they walked into school together. Miley of course was decked out in all the latest styles that came from only the best designers out there, her signature brunette bun on top of her head. Miley was all about the looks and the designers, she was so materialistic, the complete opposite of Michella. But that was why they liked each other and why they were friends. They balanced each other out.
"Hello your majesty," Alex Russo joined them, smiling at Michella as she rolled her eyes and looked down at her red Sperry's.
"Please stop, my mother already dropped the royalty bomb on this morning. Its so annoying," Michella rolled her eyes. She wasn't actually royalty. Everyone just looked at her like that.
"Hmm, did Chadison try to talk to you at all this summer? Did he ever grovel for your forgiveness?" Alexandria was a pure free spirit. At first, Michella had been completely annoyed with her because she was a full on hipster (committed user of weed, crop tops, toms, belly flops, the whole fucking package) but behind all of that, she was actually a really cool person. She was sweet and carefree and Michella need that in her life.
"Chadison knew to stay the fuck away from me this summer," Michella stated. "Chadison" was actually Chad, aka Michella's ex boyfriend. Their relationship had ended on account of him cheating on her with her then best friend, Portlyn, and at least ten other girls in the school.
"Queen Michella just cussed, hmm what happened to you this summer?" Miley smirked as they finally arrived at their metallic lockers, opening them one at a time and pausing their conversation to focus on what books they needed to get for class.
"I'm tired of being such a damn goody two shoes. It has gotten me absolutely nowhere except for being taken advantage of and tossed around like a fucking ball. I'm not some toy people can just play with," Michella explained, thinking of how many times she had let people walk all over her last year. It wasn't happening this year. It was time for her to defend herself.
"Thank God Mitchie! You've finally seen the light!" Miley planted a friendly kiss on her cheek as Alex giggled and fixed her bandeau. She was just wearing a bandeau and a floral skirt. No jacket or anything.
"Well I've got class so see you guys at lunch," Mitchie smiled at them both and set off down the hall, feeling the stares of the people who admired or envied her as she made her way to her AP Literature class. She couldn't help it if she was just a big deal around here.
"And I am a man that doesnt want to eat a salad, I want some damn protein. I'm not a vegetarian like Mitchie," Mitchie laughed her idiotic friend Nate as he ranted on about the school lunches. She ran her slender fingers through his curls as he calmed down and pushed his salad towards her.
"They have pizza..." Mitchie stated as Nate shook his head.
"Spinach and tomato pizza," he finished as Alex chuckled and took a bite out of her carrot stick.
"You always have something to complain about," Miley said as Nate chuckled and then Liam came and sat next to her. She giggled and kissed him on the lips as they all groaned. The two of them never just kissed. They always had to turn it into something more.
"Can you two stop I am trying to fucking eat my God, I need to smoke something," Alex didnt have a very good temper. In fact, she has a terrible temper. It was short and if you got her pissed off enough, she would eventually break your neck.
"Shut up, dont be mad because Nate doesnt wanna fuck you," Alex's eyes widened as Nate flushed with embarrassment. Mitchie bit her lip to keep from laughing as the mood calmed down and Miley let out a soft cough.
"Wannabe alert," Miley whispered, shooting a cold glare at the three girls who walked past them, trying way too hard to look chill and superior. And the funny thing was, they were seniors trying to impress Mitchie and her friends who were just... juniors. Mitchie chuckled at the girl who had bright red hair, trying way too hard to imitate her outfit right down to the fake Chanel necklace clasped around her slender neck. Mitchie's was limited edition and matched the bracelet she was wearing. Both were made specially for her.
The group exchanged looks as they walked sat at their table and Liam spoke up.
"Party this weekend in Fort Lauderdale, who's in?" Liam and Nate were party animals. If there was booze, girls, good music, and drugs, they were there. Didnt matter where or when, they were ALWAYS in the mood to party.
"Who's house?" Mitchie asked, picking at the salad. She was not one of those health obsessed freaks but she had a weird diet. She only ate when she absolutely felt like it which wasn't often and sometimes she even forgot to eat. She didnt even know why but she mostly lived off Power Bars and Voss water.
"Mathew Livingston," Mitchie almost puked inside of her mouth. Hell no. She was not going to one of his parties.
"Actually I have practice and my mom's big dinner party is this weekend which you all are supposed to attend," the zombie apocalypse wouldn't stop her mom from having her annual "charity" gala. It wasn't really for charity though if you thought about it. Everyone just dropped off a nicely sized check when they entered and people spent more time judging what other's were wearing instead of actually caring that people in the world were starving.
"What happened to all of us planning your mother's assassination?" Miley boredly asked, picking at her orange.
"The sexy maid on the third floor discovered our plans," Nate joked as they all shared a laugh and then went back to their lunches. Mitchie always had to ask herself why she became friends with all of them in the first place.
Yes. This is a rewrite of Two Worlds Collide. I was rereading it and it just irritated me so much because I am a much better writer than that so this one should be better...hopefully. And its just a filler. Its why its so boring.