I won't even begin to describe how difficult it was to say goodbye to Benny. In fact, I'd rather not talk about it, so I'll just skip ahead. Instead I'll tell you how I slipped my fake I.D into my bra, because I'm a classy broad like that. As I entered the glossy black vehicle, I was told of a hotel in which I was temporarily going to stay until my things had been prepared into my new home. I nodded numbly, still not totally aware. The car ride was long and silent, aside from Agent Pedrow stating that I was to meet my mentor at the park two blocks down from the hotel on Saturday. It was around seven p.m when the car pulled to a stop. I exited without a word and my heart skipped. I sauntered into the hotel. Inside, on display were extraordinary paintings and walls full of grandeur. The dark wood flooring was beautiful under my feet. I almost felt bad walking on it. "Can I help you?" A young, yet deep voice called out to me. I followed the voice to a face. A very attractive face, If I might add. I adjusted my second lollipop of the day, it was cherry of course. My dark mahogany eyes met ice blue. The young man brought a hand to his dark, eye length hair and brushed it back. I noted that he was wearing a suit. Ten points for attractive check in dude. I smiled, well as best I could with a lollipop. Now I usually can't flirt at all, except when it's the absolute worst time to be doing so, which is defined as now.
If I have no romantic interest in a man, my skills are pretty good. If I like you, I'll probably make a complete idiot of myself, including the famous 'starstruck stutter', A.K.A. sputtering out the beginning of a sentence ten times in a row. His crystalline eyes traveled from my duffle bag and across my body. I blushed, inwardly smirking. My lips twitched up. My features softened and my eyes slightly widened unconsciously.
"Yeah-uh, I-I'm Victoria Dodger, I'm supposed to have a room?" I added a small, nervous laugh. His smile widened, damn; this guy is really hot. He can't be much older than twenty one. No ring, and no tell of another girl. I always check for rings after a small mishap. The nametag read, Anthony. Inwardly, I grinned. Anthony took his bottom lip between his perfect teeth. I made it a point to copy, a technique called mirroring. My line of vision caught sight of small black lettering, playing peek-a-boo under his collar. Fifteen more points. Tattoo's are a yes.
"Ah-there seems to be a glitch in the computer." I took a deep breath to calm the waves and atoms around me. "Oh, here we are, Ms. Dodger, you've been assigned the best room in the house.I must say; the bed is to die for."His tone remained slightly playful. I smirked and knew the best response immediately. I almost lost the courage to say it.
"Well, Anthony, play your cards right, and that's where you'll be sleeping." I gave a wink, snatched the key card and walked up those grand stairs, hips swaying in pride.
Totally Nailed it! On my way up to the room, I ducked in the bar to check it out. I'd be by sooner or later. I was still in utter shock at my earlier audacity. I was staying for about two nights anyway. I still didn't understand why I couldn't just stay home with Benny. A large, balding man in an apron, most likely the bartender waved to me. I assumed he was going to ask for I.D., so I reached for it.
Much to my surprise, the giant merely slipped a piece of paper, smirked with a crooked set of teeth, and retreated. My awkward anxious self slowly seeped back, cracking my confidence. Was that too out of line? I was definitely going to be kicked out. Great job, Tori. I unfolded the letter, hesitantly, hoping it was just a number or something. I was shocked to see a neatly scrawled note.
I get off in half an hour, meanwhile, enjoy a drink on me. Meet you at your room.
-Anthony Holy glitch, it worked! But first, that drink please. I went to stand up, but noticed the fruity looking drink and laughed. Next to it lay, what looked like a shot of vodka, much better. I assumed I was to mix the two, and damn, it was strong. Perfect for relieving my bubbling anxiety. I felt my nerves shake off. I kept my head on a swivel. I noted the glossy wood and women dressed to kill. To my left sat a blonde who seductively inhaled a swirling cloud of smoke. Her deep red lips hypnotized the man beside her as rings of smoke dissipated into my breathing air. I felt it in my lungs. After that drink, I went up to my room, and the rest was history, and the textbook describes giggles and classic rock and much more.
I awoke, turning over in the fluffy bed. Soft, white sheets wrapped around my shoulders. The light of the sun assaulted my barely functioning, sleepy eyes. I felt a piece of paper, crumpled from my tossing and turning, poking into my back. Rubbing my hands over my face, I slowly opened my left eye completely. I didn't recognize where I was, and it was bright; then yesterday came back like a puzzle; piece by piece. I was a bit ashamed of myself. Nevertheless I stretched my arms and smiled triumphantly. This was a big step for awkward teenagers everywhere. Pride swelled up in my chest. I inspected the white walls, checking out the light blue curtains of the door to my balcony.
I limply slapped my hand, attempting to grab the paper. I unfolded it to read blurrily.
Had a great time last night! I like your style. Thanks-
Tony After getting past the shock that, I, VIctoria Dodger, managed to get laid, I threw on my robe, grabbed my clothes and a towel, and took my ass into the shower. The steam soothed my aching muscles, as I let the hot water run. I checked out the complimentary hygiene products, and giggled at the name, Strawberry fields in the month of June. Really? Couldn't you just say strawberry? Remember, I don't go to school, so I don't do all that much. I do, however, go to the mall and pretend I'm anyone but me. It's great, really. Try it sometime. There's a lot more to me than just an awkward girl. I'm nervous, but I can be so outgoing. I'm just weird. I brushed my teeth, and of course, I made stupid faces in the mirror, because it's me we're talking about here.
That's when I saw my eyes. It all came back. My eyes are a deep brown, and a perfect mirror of my father, everyone always said I had my mother's dimples. I quickly dressed and stormed to my duffle bag. I ripped the picture I had packed of my parents right in half. Looking down at the perfect ringlets of my mother, and the playful wink playing on my father's face, it stung, I just didn't know what to do.
With tears beginning to brim my eyes, I did what I always do, pushing the deep feeling of betrayal to the back of my heart. Always ignoring the feeling of abandonment and so I shook out my limbs, and dried my eyes. I shoved back the searing feeling from an an entire childhood of lies. Parents on a few coats of mascara and a tinted cherry lip balm, I unwrapped a strawberry lollipop and blow dried my right steering bangs, throwing the rest of my hair into a ponytail. Time to fix this the Tori way. My way.
Slipping my fake I.D into my dress pocket. I took a deep breath, adjusting the black and white checkered skirt; tugging it down uncomfortably to my knees. Before I knew it, I had arrived downstairs. The bar was bustling with activity. It was almost difficult to get in, but I flashed the I.d with expert ease, with a familiar pinch of shame. Whatever. Sauntering over, I smiled.
"What can I do for you, sweetheart?" The big burly man from yesterday asked. "I'd recommend the Butterfly- mix of fruit drinks and some gin. Mostly juice. Something light for the ladies." He gave me a wink. It was cute really, he thought I was lady.
"I'll have Scotch on ice." And with those words, A look of fear, and a burning in the back of my throat, my night went terribly Tori-esque.
The next morning,I slowly dazed back to reality. God, no. Oh, please no. This, why did I do this? I cursed myself, feeling the sunlight burning through my drunken haze. Oh damn, this was a bad idea. Did I really think it would be a great Idea to start drinking at three p.m. God, that was a fuck-up. The all too familiar muscle ache returned. Oh, fuck me- my feet are sore. Slowly I peeled an eye open, running my hand through my hair, now strewn about my shoulders. An immediate wave of nausea made me trip to wherever. It passed and I was eventually able to get the other eye open. I was in a bathtub. Why was I in a bathtub? The cold porcelain clawfoot tub perfectly fit the skirt of my dress. Nevermind the bathtub, whose house was I in? Why the fuck were those lights so bright. I steadied myself as another wave washed over me. I slowly stood, squinting at the nose. Oh, my head, who hit me with a hammer? I made my way, agonizingly, to the sink. This shit wasn't cute. That's when I realized, there was no sink. Of course. Before my eyes, the bathtub blew on me. Oh, fuck me. Right, I had forgotten , uncontrollable super abilities. I pressed my body to the floor, but still managed to get a piece of porcelain to the leg. Luckily the jagged edge faced outward, so it just left a bruise.
Staggering through the -would be- door, I groaned at the destruction. The whole room was trashed and unfamiliar. I looked out the window, I had no clue where I was to begin with, now was lost somewhere in New York. The sun pierced through my skull. Couldn't tell whether I was really hung over, or internally bleeding. Finally, my stomach gave way. I swung a potted plant to my mouth to catch the ick. Fuck, I smelled like a minibar and a hooker had a baby. Once again i checked my reflection in a mirror hanging over the charred bed, that I'm sure was pretty expensive.
I grimace at the face staring me down. Mascara smudged like a lost member of kiss, hair looking like I stuck my head out of a jet after a brawl with bigfoot. Totally cute. At least my dress was clean. The outfit was safe, but god damnit,I lost my shoes. I loved my converse to. I grumbled and stumbled my way out of the house, stubbing my toes, and crashing into walls. Only after exiting the once-mansion, did I notice the trail of flames licking at the front door. I internally prayed that the mansion's owner didn't remember my face. Not a fuck did I give as I made my way to a nearby park, tripping over the root of a large oak tree and hit my knee on the cement I was walking next to. I knew nature was conspiring against me, Benny never believed it. Add a few of your own choice words. I sucked in a slow, pained breath and ran a hand over my face, obviously in distress and my sore eyes became level with a pair of vans.
If I have no romantic interest in a man, my skills are pretty good. If I like you, I'll probably make a complete idiot of myself, including the famous 'starstruck stutter', A.K.A. sputtering out the beginning of a sentence ten times in a row. His crystalline eyes traveled from my duffle bag and across my body. I blushed, inwardly smirking. My lips twitched up. My features softened and my eyes slightly widened unconsciously.
"Yeah-uh, I-I'm Victoria Dodger, I'm supposed to have a room?" I added a small, nervous laugh. His smile widened, damn; this guy is really hot. He can't be much older than twenty one. No ring, and no tell of another girl. I always check for rings after a small mishap. The nametag read, Anthony. Inwardly, I grinned. Anthony took his bottom lip between his perfect teeth. I made it a point to copy, a technique called mirroring. My line of vision caught sight of small black lettering, playing peek-a-boo under his collar. Fifteen more points. Tattoo's are a yes.
"Ah-there seems to be a glitch in the computer." I took a deep breath to calm the waves and atoms around me. "Oh, here we are, Ms. Dodger, you've been assigned the best room in the house.I must say; the bed is to die for."His tone remained slightly playful. I smirked and knew the best response immediately. I almost lost the courage to say it.
"Well, Anthony, play your cards right, and that's where you'll be sleeping." I gave a wink, snatched the key card and walked up those grand stairs, hips swaying in pride.
Totally Nailed it! On my way up to the room, I ducked in the bar to check it out. I'd be by sooner or later. I was still in utter shock at my earlier audacity. I was staying for about two nights anyway. I still didn't understand why I couldn't just stay home with Benny. A large, balding man in an apron, most likely the bartender waved to me. I assumed he was going to ask for I.D., so I reached for it.
Much to my surprise, the giant merely slipped a piece of paper, smirked with a crooked set of teeth, and retreated. My awkward anxious self slowly seeped back, cracking my confidence. Was that too out of line? I was definitely going to be kicked out. Great job, Tori. I unfolded the letter, hesitantly, hoping it was just a number or something. I was shocked to see a neatly scrawled note.
I get off in half an hour, meanwhile, enjoy a drink on me. Meet you at your room.
-Anthony Holy glitch, it worked! But first, that drink please. I went to stand up, but noticed the fruity looking drink and laughed. Next to it lay, what looked like a shot of vodka, much better. I assumed I was to mix the two, and damn, it was strong. Perfect for relieving my bubbling anxiety. I felt my nerves shake off. I kept my head on a swivel. I noted the glossy wood and women dressed to kill. To my left sat a blonde who seductively inhaled a swirling cloud of smoke. Her deep red lips hypnotized the man beside her as rings of smoke dissipated into my breathing air. I felt it in my lungs. After that drink, I went up to my room, and the rest was history, and the textbook describes giggles and classic rock and much more.
I awoke, turning over in the fluffy bed. Soft, white sheets wrapped around my shoulders. The light of the sun assaulted my barely functioning, sleepy eyes. I felt a piece of paper, crumpled from my tossing and turning, poking into my back. Rubbing my hands over my face, I slowly opened my left eye completely. I didn't recognize where I was, and it was bright; then yesterday came back like a puzzle; piece by piece. I was a bit ashamed of myself. Nevertheless I stretched my arms and smiled triumphantly. This was a big step for awkward teenagers everywhere. Pride swelled up in my chest. I inspected the white walls, checking out the light blue curtains of the door to my balcony.
I limply slapped my hand, attempting to grab the paper. I unfolded it to read blurrily.
Had a great time last night! I like your style. Thanks-
Tony After getting past the shock that, I, VIctoria Dodger, managed to get laid, I threw on my robe, grabbed my clothes and a towel, and took my ass into the shower. The steam soothed my aching muscles, as I let the hot water run. I checked out the complimentary hygiene products, and giggled at the name, Strawberry fields in the month of June. Really? Couldn't you just say strawberry? Remember, I don't go to school, so I don't do all that much. I do, however, go to the mall and pretend I'm anyone but me. It's great, really. Try it sometime. There's a lot more to me than just an awkward girl. I'm nervous, but I can be so outgoing. I'm just weird. I brushed my teeth, and of course, I made stupid faces in the mirror, because it's me we're talking about here.
That's when I saw my eyes. It all came back. My eyes are a deep brown, and a perfect mirror of my father, everyone always said I had my mother's dimples. I quickly dressed and stormed to my duffle bag. I ripped the picture I had packed of my parents right in half. Looking down at the perfect ringlets of my mother, and the playful wink playing on my father's face, it stung, I just didn't know what to do.
With tears beginning to brim my eyes, I did what I always do, pushing the deep feeling of betrayal to the back of my heart. Always ignoring the feeling of abandonment and so I shook out my limbs, and dried my eyes. I shoved back the searing feeling from an an entire childhood of lies. Parents on a few coats of mascara and a tinted cherry lip balm, I unwrapped a strawberry lollipop and blow dried my right steering bangs, throwing the rest of my hair into a ponytail. Time to fix this the Tori way. My way.
Slipping my fake I.D into my dress pocket. I took a deep breath, adjusting the black and white checkered skirt; tugging it down uncomfortably to my knees. Before I knew it, I had arrived downstairs. The bar was bustling with activity. It was almost difficult to get in, but I flashed the I.d with expert ease, with a familiar pinch of shame. Whatever. Sauntering over, I smiled.
"What can I do for you, sweetheart?" The big burly man from yesterday asked. "I'd recommend the Butterfly- mix of fruit drinks and some gin. Mostly juice. Something light for the ladies." He gave me a wink. It was cute really, he thought I was lady.
"I'll have Scotch on ice." And with those words, A look of fear, and a burning in the back of my throat, my night went terribly Tori-esque.
The next morning,I slowly dazed back to reality. God, no. Oh, please no. This, why did I do this? I cursed myself, feeling the sunlight burning through my drunken haze. Oh damn, this was a bad idea. Did I really think it would be a great Idea to start drinking at three p.m. God, that was a fuck-up. The all too familiar muscle ache returned. Oh, fuck me- my feet are sore. Slowly I peeled an eye open, running my hand through my hair, now strewn about my shoulders. An immediate wave of nausea made me trip to wherever. It passed and I was eventually able to get the other eye open. I was in a bathtub. Why was I in a bathtub? The cold porcelain clawfoot tub perfectly fit the skirt of my dress. Nevermind the bathtub, whose house was I in? Why the fuck were those lights so bright. I steadied myself as another wave washed over me. I slowly stood, squinting at the nose. Oh, my head, who hit me with a hammer? I made my way, agonizingly, to the sink. This shit wasn't cute. That's when I realized, there was no sink. Of course. Before my eyes, the bathtub blew on me. Oh, fuck me. Right, I had forgotten , uncontrollable super abilities. I pressed my body to the floor, but still managed to get a piece of porcelain to the leg. Luckily the jagged edge faced outward, so it just left a bruise.
Staggering through the -would be- door, I groaned at the destruction. The whole room was trashed and unfamiliar. I looked out the window, I had no clue where I was to begin with, now was lost somewhere in New York. The sun pierced through my skull. Couldn't tell whether I was really hung over, or internally bleeding. Finally, my stomach gave way. I swung a potted plant to my mouth to catch the ick. Fuck, I smelled like a minibar and a hooker had a baby. Once again i checked my reflection in a mirror hanging over the charred bed, that I'm sure was pretty expensive.
I grimace at the face staring me down. Mascara smudged like a lost member of kiss, hair looking like I stuck my head out of a jet after a brawl with bigfoot. Totally cute. At least my dress was clean. The outfit was safe, but god damnit,I lost my shoes. I loved my converse to. I grumbled and stumbled my way out of the house, stubbing my toes, and crashing into walls. Only after exiting the once-mansion, did I notice the trail of flames licking at the front door. I internally prayed that the mansion's owner didn't remember my face. Not a fuck did I give as I made my way to a nearby park, tripping over the root of a large oak tree and hit my knee on the cement I was walking next to. I knew nature was conspiring against me, Benny never believed it. Add a few of your own choice words. I sucked in a slow, pained breath and ran a hand over my face, obviously in distress and my sore eyes became level with a pair of vans.
