Diary of a Teenage Princess
CaptainLilaTurner
Summary:
He told me to never lose myself. He told me to be who I was. But why wasn't that good enough? I was his best friend. He was William Turner.
Straight A student, star football player. Could go to Harvard if he wanted to, and if gods existed, he would be Adonis. He's perfect but he's was with her.
Disclaimer:
I own nothing related to the Pirates franchise. If it looks familiar, then it's not mine.
Unless you've read any of my other fics with these characters, than maybe it is mine? I don't know, you tell me.
Author's Note:
In case any of you guys have read my stories, you know I like to play around with these characters alot.
If not, then you aren't missing anything from this story, because it has nothing at all to do with my other stories or Pirates for that matter.
I'm just using their characters LOL.
But yeah. In case you HAVE read my other stories, I know that I made Jack and Rupert about 11 years older than Lila and Saphie.
Which totally worked for that time period, but for this setting and for this story, they are threeish years older than Lila and Saphie. Lemme just do a run down of all the ages for you so if you're one of my previous readers you won' get confused because I know I have a tendency to do that alot D
Lila and Saphie: 16
Will: 18
Jack and Rupert: 19
Ana: 18
Elizabeth: 17
Hope that helps!
Thanks for reading and enjoy the story, darlings!!
Chapter One
September 25th, 2008
If anyone asked me what I thought my junior year was going to be like, I wouldn't even know what to tell you. The night before it started I was a nervous wreck, shaking from head to toe, with butterflies in my stomach making it feel like someone had stuck a knife inside me and twisted it repeatedly. Over…and over….and over…
If you told me that just less than two months later I would be where I was right at this moment, well, I would have told you that you were a complete idiot. I had a way better chance of marrying Joe Jonas than this.
Well, that's what I would have thought on the first day of school, walking in in my white, collard, button down shirt with our school's logo on it and that ridiculous, blue plaid, pleated skirt that was always two inches shorter than they should have been.
He told me to never lose myself. He told me to be who I was. But why wasn't that good enough? I was his best friend. The girl he came to when he had problems, or when he didn't win the football game for our team, or when he failed a test, didn't get into the college he wanted to, or (shudder) his girlfriend problems.
So, I went from president of the drama club to candidate for the cheerleading squad's co-captain and a front runner for homecoming queen. Don't even laugh, I'm not even kidding. Yeah seriously. Don't laugh because I know you are.
And I don't even know how I made the cheerleading squad. I can't even do a stupid back flip! Heck, I can't even tumble. But apparently that's not required, or so I thought. Maybe this is all a part of her master plan…
"Lila, babe, over here!"
Like nails running down a chalkboard.
Perfectly manicured, diamond encrusted nails insured for hundreds of dollars, that is.
Satan had a form, and it was that seventeen year old with the perfect everything. Gosh, I swear I wanted to take a pin and stick it in her to see if she would pop. She wasn't real. Like, I knew she wasn't. Maybe we could burn her or something to see if she was a witch or a robot or…something. I don't know, I just know she's not a human being.
Oh, but her boyfriend is. Her boyfriend is about six foot tall of sexy star football player with the gorgeous smile, gorgeous eyes…gorgeous face….perfect in every shape and form. And what was I? His best friend.
Like…this sucks. I always hated those movies. You know the ones where the girl is in love with the best friend who's in love with the Satanic cheerleader? Because the girl always ended up getting the best friend. And what was I doing? Sitting here, watching him crumble beneath Her Royal Highness ' feet. Couldn't say I was doing the same.
So yeah, to all you crappy directors out there who direct these crappy teen movies about the helpless girl and the sexy best friend, go jump off a cliff and make a realistic story, ok? Oh my gosh, I'm a freakin' cheerleader.
LILA SNAP OUT OF THIS. Am I in hell?
Did I die?
WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS TORMENT?
…….
OMG.
I AM IN HELL.
I smiled at her and took my lunch to her table. Oh holy heck. Snap out of this crap, woman! "Sorry, Liz, didn't see you. " I said, sitting down across from her. No, lie. Lie, lie, lie. See? Did you learn nothing in Bible class today?
Liars go to hell, Lila. They burn for eternity. Of course I saw her and her orange skin and bleach blonde hair. I could see her if she was standing on Mars waving back at me. Not that I'd be looking.
I'd just be laughing because she had no air.
She smiled and tossed her hair back as he came down and sat beside her. I instantly dropped my eyes down to my purse like I was trying to find my phone. "Li." Gah, see? Even his nickname for me tells me what I am. Li. Sounds like lie. Li…lie. Same thing, minus an E. I dropped my phone in my purse when I saw I had a text and looked up at him. He was smiling at me with that smile that since I was about five made my heart jump. I smiled and said, "Will."
William Turner. Straight A student, star football player. Could go to Harvard if he wanted to, and if mythological gods had existed, the boy sitting in front of me would have been Adonis. He was perfect. He was with her.
"You look pretty today." Yep, and why could he say that? Because I was his best friend. Gosh, I felt like sticking my head under the water fountain and drowning myself. I was about to say thanks when I glanced over at Elizabeth who was eyeing me suspiciously over the top of her protein drink. I smiled innocently at her, before turning back to Will and saying, "Don't I always?" He smiled at me and was about to respond when I jumped up because my phone started vibrating. Figures it would now, no telling what Will would have said.
He could have confessed his undying love for me.
Mhmm…keep dreaming.
"Excuse me." I said with a smile, grabbing my purse and smoothing down my pleated skirt that had a tendency to bunch up when I sat. I walked past Will and hightailed it into the bathroom. I flipped my phone open and hissed, "Where the heck are you?"
"Long story." I rolled my eyes and banged my head against the mirror. "Jack, where the heck are you?"
"Uh. What period are we in?"
"Lunch." I replied, matter-of-factly as if he should have known. Which…he probably didn't, knowing him.
"Shit are you serious?"
"No, Jack, I'm completely lying, YES, I'm serious. Where are you?"
"Shit."
"JACK!" I dropped my phone in my purse when the door opened, but picked it back up when I saw it wasn't a teacher it was only Elizabeth. Oh, joy to the world. I rolled my eyes so she couldn't see and turned towards the wall so that she couldn't hear what I was saying.
"Uh, where are you right now?"
"I'm in the bathroom, Jack. I can't exactly prance around school with my cell phone waving around in the air, now can I? Now stop beating around the bush and tell me where the heck you are. Because I don't exactly have my license and I cant drive anywhere and get you if you're like arrested or something-"
"-I got a tattoo-"
"Oh shit, Jack." I said, turning around to look at myself in the mirror. I made a face when I saw the look on my face resembled him in every way possible. "Gosh, you left Geometry so you could go get a tattoo?"
"Yeah, pretty much. It's so cool you have to see it, Lala."
'I DON'T WANT TO SEE IT GET BACK BEFORE YOU GET EXPELLED YOU IDIOT! YOUR DAD'S GOING TO KILL YOU."
"Mhmm. I know right? Makes it that much more fulfilling, doesn't it?" He clicked his tongue, I knew he did it when I heard that popping noise from the other end. "I'll be back before next period and slip in. I have study hall so…I don't think they'll notice, gah it hurts like hell. Look, I'll see you then, love. Love you." And with that he hung up and I was hit with the realization that I was in a bathroom with the cheerleader from hell.
Ok, I swear…to whoever said that high school was the best time of their lives, repeat after me, ok?
YOUR.
LIFE.
MUST.
SUCK.
That's the only explanation, because right now, I would have much rather fast forwarded a couple of decades. Maybe three…if she's out of the picture. Oh gosh no, who would I be married to? "Lila, can we talk?"
What are we doing now, Liz? Dancing?
"Sure, Lizzie." I said, leaning against the sink and twirling a strand of my newly highlighted hair around my finger. She went to the mirror and reapplied her eyeliner and said, "Do you like Will?" Oh what the heck. Is it that obvious?
"Of course not, he's your boyfriend. Why would I?"
"You just seem like you do is all, Lila."
"No. He's my best friend is all." Ohhhh my gosh, why did those words make my mouth hurt like I had just said the most awful dreadful horrible curse words in the entire universe? Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew! "That's all."
"Whatever you-" She stopped when the door swung open. Saphira narrowed her eyes in Elizabeth' direction. Liz smiled over at me and said, "I'll see you at practice tonight." She winked at me, before pushing past Saphie and walking out the door. Saphira Triton was exactly my age and had been my best friend since we were born since our mothers are practically like sisters. She knows everything about me. And I mean everything. I made a noise and turned back to the mirror. "What?" I made it again. "Lila, what? I can't understand what you're saying."
"I CANT DO THIS!" I yelled, throwing my phone on the ground and watching the battery fly off and hit the wall beside it. Saphie blinked and was silent before asking, 'You feel better now?"
"No. I feel like I'm dying."
"You look like you're dying."
"Love you too." I spat, before going into a stall and slamming the door. I sat on the floor and stared at the toilet, before deciding that was a gross view and walked back out of the stall and back to where I had started. Saphie was watching me like I was some side-show freak with a second head or a beard or something.
"He's such an idiot. She's a witch she's…things I can't say in a Christian School…she's…she's…things, Saphie."
"Ok. Yes, Yes, Yes, and yes, I know she is, Lila but you can't do anything about it-"
"I can kill her." I knew Saphie wouldn't object. Elizabeth had hated her from the time we all slept over at Saphie's house on her 5th grade and Elizabeth excused Saphie of popping the heads off of her Barbies when it had in all actuality had been Saphie's older brother Rupert and Jack who were downstairs. But Liz wouldn't take it and hated Saphie ever since.
Feeling was mutual.
Why wasn't I so lucky?
"And screw your life up? Is Will Turner actually worth that?" I turned around and looked at her, before turning back to the mirror. "Ok, I guess to you he is. Lila, get a hold of yourself. You're going insane."
'"Babe, that ship set sail looooooong ago." I said, banging my head against the mirror. Saphie pulled my head back like I was going to break it. I pouted at her and said, "I'm like…I don't know what I am."
"Not capable of producing human thoughts, apparently."
"Cute." I said, pulling out my phone when I felt it vibrate in my jacket pocket. I flipped it open to see that I had just gotten a text from my cousin. And again. Let my day get better, please, I beg you.
Uh….I'm in the principal's office?
"Shit." I said, walking out and going down the hall. Saphie hightailed it after me and we dodged the crowd coming out of the lunchroom to where the senior hallway was. Rupert shut his locker and walked past us, he smiled at Saphie and winked over at me. I didn't look at Saphie and kept my pace up so she had to almost run after me down the hallway. I groaned when I saw my aunt and uncle walking into the principal's office.
Jack could honestly not afford to get another detention, especially over this.
But imagine my surprise when me and Saphie walked in to find that my aunt and uncle and Rupert's parents were in the office. Shit, I had been staying with Jack and his parents while my mom and dad were on business in the Caribbeans…which means….
I'm in trouble? What the heck did I do? Just as I thought that, Rupert walked through the door.
Oh.
Shit.
I am sooooo dead.
