A/N: So, my first story on this account is a Gatsby fanfiction…go figure…. This isn't my first story or my first time writing by a long shot, so I can guarantee it won't be terrible, but then again it might not be great either haha! Sorry this chapter is so short!
Disclaimer: The Great Gatsby book and both movies do not belong to me
Chapter One: The Golden Girl
I had moved into West Egg sometime early in the year; I had changed my life's path from writing to accounting. Writing is a one way street, you see. On one hand, you get to convey thoughts and create stories however you wish, as though you were queen. On the other hand, criticism is a very destructive thing. One can only take so much before caving. I started by buying a small cottage as well as several books on bonds and the like.
My cousin Daisy was residing in East Egg, and much to my aggravation, she knew I came to town. I had no choice but to visit her and her wretched husband.
Tom was sweating profusely, dismounting his large stag. I've always gotten a bad impression of him since the moment we met.
"Shakespeare!" He clapped a hulking hand on my shoulder, pulling me inside. "How's the great American novel?"
His sneer gave it all away. Tom was a misogynist at heart; he loved to mock my dream of writing, saying that there was no way a woman could formulate thoughts clever enough to sell, or that we talk too much anyway and didn't need to write it all down. His hand "accidentally" slipped close to my breast revoltingly.
For as much as he hates women's minds, he sure does love their bodies.
"Actually, I'm going into banking and investments now."
"Ah, well remind me not to let you near my taxes, lass!"
Before I could snap back he knocked me through the large double doors, his hands too present on my waist for comfort. White drapes were flowing like water before my eyes, concealing the one I came to see, the golden girl, Daisy Buchanan.
"Is that you, my lovely?"
Her voice was sweet and innocent, sickeningly so. How someone with a child could remain so pure on the outside was beyond me. Her golden hair was brushed a hundred times over, cheeks adorned with blush, brown eyes glistening.
"Oh, do they miss me in Chicago?"
Lord help me, this dear girl was egotistically insatiable.
"Yes, at least a dozen people send their love, they're crying 'Daisy, Daisy, we can't live without you!'"
Giggling at my exaggeration, she stood, graceful as always.
"Nichole, this is Jordan Baker," Daisy leaned forward, as if to tell me a secret."She's a very famous golfer."
The woman's beauty was immense and intimidating.
"Oh, I'll push you two into broom closets and secret meetings, it'll be glorious!"
My face heated and, to make matters worse, Tom entered the room just soon enough to catch her plan. "Daisy, dear, Nichole isn't like those ungodly flappers, with their short skirts and painted faces- she knows where she belongs; with a working man."
He sure knew how to piss me off when he needed to.
"So where do you live, Nichole darling?"
Daisy's voice was not one I wanted in my head. It was high and doe-like; a whisper you could never quite catch. It matched her beauty but grated my nerves.
"Across the bay, I own a small cottage in West Egg."
"I know a friend in West Egg!"
"Oh, well I just moved in, I don't really know anyone yet."
Jordan paused, her mouth forming a small 'o'.
"Oh but you must know Gatsby."
A small gasp caught my attention and silence wrapped its fat fingers around our throats.
"Gatsby? What Gatsby?"
Tom have a sour look and went to speak when the butler came in, interrupting the suspicious exchange.
"Dinner is served."
After being called to dinner we entered a breathtaking room, magnificent silverware and glasses speckled the table, shimmering with light.
I hated it.
East Eggers always had to shove their wealth down everyone's throat. If only I had that money, I could do something to make a change. A childhood of poverty had me well accustomed with what lack of money could do to a family. This house was a waste.
Glasses clink together. Meaningless objects.
"It's about the butler's nose…" Meaningless words.
"Have you heard of the Rise of The Colored Empire? Everyone should read it, fantastic book!"
"Tom reads large books with big words in them."
Flicking an African American butler's tie, he continued. "It discusses the theory that the Black man will overpower the whites unless we keep them in place."
"We've got to beat them down." Daisy was sickening, siding with anything Tom had to say. I couldn't stand women like that.
My voice got the best of me. "Now I don't think that's entirely true. What's happening is merely a fight for equality, Tom."
Tom chuckled. "Save it for your novel, Sweetheart."
Jackass.
My brooding was interrupted by a shrill phone ring. Tom left his dinner- and guests- fairly rudely, Daisy trailing after him.
"What are they-" Jordan smacked a thin hand over my mouth, her lily perfume stinging my eyes.
"Tom's got a woman."
"What?!"
"Shhhh! Everyone knows except Daisy…hell, maybe she does know, I haven't the slightest clue. It's tragic, really."
When the door opened again we scuttled back into place, and the dinner resumed.
The phone never stopped ringing.
A/N: Review please!