Freya's POV
My day wasn't strange to say the least. I went through my usual routine. Makeup, hair styling, picking out the most designer clothes that coincide with my uniform. I was up a good two hours earlier than usual. I just woke up and felt a need to get up and buy a croissant at the café on 5th so I decided to walk to school.
It was the best decision I've made all week. It was buttery, flakey, and soft with a little crisp on the outside. Absolutely perfect. I sat at a table outside not caring that I was alone. The birds chirped and the sun was rising in the sky. For most new Yorkers, mornings tend to be nothing more than a necessary stint wherein they roll themselves from bed to computer to gym to job, headphones in the ears and caffeine on the brain. I get so caught up in the drama that I don't take a look around before the 8 a.m. rush. But right now I was in bliss. It's a time when impossible things become plausible: I can hear myself think, be smiled at by passersby, or even have a fricken croissant by my lonesome.
Halfway through the croissant my phone buzzes. A picture appears with a caption.
Gossip Girl.
I debate opening it. My day so far has been so nice and pleasant. People are friendlier at 7:30 in the morning. They almost act Southern, with that whole hospitality thing that I was raised with
I slipped my phone back in my orange Hermes bag, it wasn't worth it.
"Wow, that is a sight to see," the voice was deep, rough yet had a hint of honeyness. I turned to see a big bulk of a guy with dark tanned skin smirking at me.
"It would ruin my mood," I felt myself saying to him. I couldn't help but to feel almost giddy with him here. He's a hard guy to get to know and after we kissed his shields came up again and I felt like I lost him because of a drunken mistake. "Will you sit with me?"
He nodded and sat down. His phone kept buzzing and a guilty scowl went onto his face as he read each of them.
"What's wrong Wilson?" I sighed. My paradise morning- my stolen hours- well they were all gone.
He looked up at me. I could tell he was debating what to say, "Promise not to say anything?"
I nodded.
He took a deep breath, and said at an incredibly fast rate, "I've been dating this girl. She's quiet. Not like us I guess. I like her. But she's really pissed at me cause of the blast."
"What was the blast?" I asked. Wilson has a girlfriend? My first reaction was a pang of jealousy, but then I felt guilty for thinking that. I'm happy for him. I want Wilson to be happy.
A smile crept on his face. I always loved seeing him smile. "I don't want to ruin your mood."
I rolled my eyes and pulled out my phone.
It looks at though it's a selfie from our British fiend showing Tom and some other kid all tied up like you see in movies before someone gets tortured with Wilson and Derek in the background. To say the least it looked bad and made me drop my almond croissant.
"What the hell is this Wilson?" I snapped at him.
So he explained. Everything. Shay, her friends, Ed and everything in between. How Ricky was Shay's friend and she keeps yelling at him due to the blast. How Ricky came home with brusises and wouldn't tell anyone anything.
"I just- I'm terrified Freya," he said looking down. "I don't want to become what I was when he left."
I put my hand gently on his. It tensed at first, but I only meant it as a friend. "You've changed since then Wilson. Your grades are much better, you show up to rugby everyday and you actually love someone who isn't swimming in green. You were so snobby and angry when Ed was here last, but you're not like that."
Wilson looked up at me and gave me a small smile, "you know me better than anyone." He smiled then paused. "I don't love her by the way. I don't exactly know where we stand, but love is a word I save for-"
His sentence trailed off. I put my hands in my lap and looked away. He told me he loved me before, back when Ed was here. I once again felt an emotion I was mad at myself for feeling: relief.
"Anyway," I said changing the subject. "I'm going to kill Derek."
Wilson smiled again, "you guys are not really dating."
"That obvious?" I laughed.
"No," Wilson said. "Just to me."
And with that he got up, wished me a good morning and headed to his early morning weight training.
I looked at the cruel selfie from Edward. Obviously he sent it in. There were different types of people out there
Edward was a big shot, always conceited. A player- at times. He's cocky, arrogant, and harsh. He is defined by his status in life as being the apex of success with all of the money in the world in his bank account.
Wilson is different. He stays to himself, yet is an ordinary guy. Girls may flock to him due to the mystique that surrounds his persona, but he only lets certain people in. Wilson can be rough, strong and under it all sensitive. He's always in control of his emotions and when he's not it can be either truly great or destructive.
Derek well on paper he's perfect. He is extremely attractive with nice lean body. Uses his strength and body mass to impress women and scare men. Avoids dealing with emotions – he may consider being emotional as being soft or just is a huge asshole. I believe the second option. He showcases power and strength in order to win the affection of women and the approval of men- it used to work on me, but not anymore. I was done with this kind of guy.
It was more than obvious in the picture. Edward obviously playing the power act and taking a picture, Wilson with his arms crossed angrily and Derek with his hands on his hip like an Abercrombie model. Their faces made it look like they were involved.
The caption read: The Trio back at it? All I can say is I hope I'm not next.
After another half an hour, I walked to school. Derek was supposed to meet me a few blocks away. And from the distance I could see him. With a girl. Rowan no doubt.
I approached, "Rowan your shirt is on backwards."
Derek looked up at me and nodded as I stopped in front of the two of them. Derek spoke up, "Rowan and I are going to stay together in private."
"Good," I smiled at Derek. "And she is just your type too!" I smiled as she fumbled trying to turn her tennis T-shirt back around.
"What do you mean?" Derek asked narrowing his eyes.
I made my voice as sing songy as I could, "I mean we didn't work out because I'm not your type. But Rowan well… she's not the brightest crayon in the box if you know what I mean."
Rowan snapped her head up and stood right in front of me, "watch it bitch."
I smiled up at Derek. "But you do like girls from out of state. I'm Texan while Rowan here is from the plastic surgery capital of America. Once again fake and stupid- you're type." Before either could respond I linked my arms with Derek and started walking towards school.
When we arrived Ivy and Edward were laughing at a courtyard table. Wilson was sulking over his phone whilst Tom and Ricky were nowhere to be seen.
We joined them.
"Freya!" Ivy squealed happily. Her porcelain skin looked like she hadn't exfoliated properly. I remember when it used to look like this often- when she'd spend the night at Edwards. "Ed is taking me to London for Fall Break."
Derek muttered, "are you sure your not on the no fly list Ed?"
Before someone could use their wit I jumped in, "yeah and Ivy- you won't like it. You'll be super disappointed when you find out the Big Ben is just a clock."
Wilson perked up and smiled along with Derek and I as Ivy and Ed chuckled awkwardly. One point Beyoncé/ Jay Z. Zero bradgelina.
Ed leaned forward menacingly, "you feeling eccentric this morning Derek?"
Derek froze, but I kicked him so he would at least look back at Edward. I wouldnt be surprised if Ed's eyes had flames in them, he was such a manipulative person.
The bell rang. Ideal timing. My good day was back!
Chemistry class was next on my agenda. We had an experiment today. Incubating something. The teacher was reading off partners, "Shay and Freya"
This is too good.
She was tiny. I mean I stood at a tiny 5'3" but she acted small too. Wilson did say she was a spitfire. Her hair was different then mine. My hair was a dark brown with natural highlights. It was groomed without any fuzz or anything. She had tiny features, whereas I had full lips and curves.
"Hi," I smiled big at her. "How are you Shay?"
She eyed me menacingly. We studied each other. Like two cowboys before shootout. Her clothes were subpar, nails bitten and really needed to trim her ends- but over all not bad.
"He told you," She rolled her eyes. Then mumbled to herself, "what a jackass"
"Wilson?" I laughed. "No no no. Wilson is a sweetheart."
"Then why don't you date him?" she spat. "I mean you did manipulate him to kiss you."
Wow, I don't think I ever was hated this much on a first impression. "Listen honey, Wilson is not the kind of person you can manipulate. Only one person can do that to him and you won't even let him explain or talk to you about it. Talk to your boyfriend and quit with the aggressive texts. It's not cute and won't get you anywhere."
"How did you?" She started asking. Her head then fell, "I don't know what I'm doing."
"What do you mean?" I asked my natural curiosity for information creeping in.
"I just… he's just… I don't know," she began.
Every part of me wanted to talk Wilson down to her, but I knew better. I loved Wilson so I had to help him. I loved Wilson? Maybe as a brother, friend or more… And if I did win him it'd be fair, "talk to him. Trust me, he is a nice guy. He wasn't as involved as you think he was."
Edward's POV
Ivy. She was back to her old self. The only Ivy I knew. She would do what I want, she was perfect. I could tell her absolutely anything and she would keep it secret. I had control. Complete control.
So I told her. My entire plan. If it blew up she'd go down with me, plus I needed assistance.
It was as follows.
Derek: I knew Derek had this whole hotshot attitude now. He thought he could outdo me. So I simply had to put him in his place. I had to exercise my control over Tom and bring back Wilson. His two best friends. If I controlled them I had him.
Wilson would be easy. He has a temper and I just need to learn to pull the right strings. I'm setting Ivy on that. I don't think it's Freya anymore, but at one point it was. I had him confess his love for her that she of course couldn't accept because of Derek. That sent Wilson's confidence to below 0 allowing me to swoop in and be his "guy". I learned a lot about him when I was his "guy". How his mother raised him until 6 in Fiji before dying and how his father adopted Wilson, but not Wilson's half-brothers and sisters. He left them behind to avoid more of a scandal. I could use that. The famous Dr. Shepard leaving children in a homeless situation in Fiji.
Tom. The ultimate pawn. He uses humor to mask his masculinity, but in reality he was weak minded. He had a thirst to be included and boy would I let him in. I had to ruin him first before I could build him again. I could make him a perfect tool with his name and family connections I couldn't ignore him. The event planned Thursday would work perfectly. Just need a little help from Ricky's friend.
Ricky. Well his fascination with Marina was too easy. In fact here she comes.
"Marina," I smiled catching up with her. "Hey, I'm Ed. I'm in your Lit class. I missed half the class, can I see your notes?"
She was known for stinging replies but she just smiled. "Um… yeah… uh… sure." She said giving me her notebook.
I made her nervous. "Here," I said pulling the door of my limo open. "I'll drive you home and I can copy."
She started crawling into the car. I looked around to make sure no one saw then followed. I copied her note then whilst scooting my leg closer to hers. Soon they were touching. She didn't pull away. I handed it back, smiled and then the inevitable eye contact occurred.
She had a crush. A fascination. The accent, the looks, the prestige, the attitude. I had her and in order to get Ricky I had to keep her.
She made herself rather cheap by inclining her face toward me; I pulled her close before I had time to think about it. I was eager and urgent as I quickly inhaled her sweet smell. Her lips were soft, but different. I was used to cheating, but not on Ivy. First time for everything, I thought as I pushed myself on top of her. Her fingers intertwined in my hair and I might as well have as much fun as possible. I leaned over and closed the screen between us and the driver, then unzipped my pants.
A/N So Artemis Hunter won! Therefore the majority was in Freya's POV. This is a short chapter.
Instead of the long reviews that you all do (that I love but realize are really hard to write) just do this:
One: Critique on writing:
Two: Specific Scene you want to see next chapter:
Three: What you liked (writing and fav scene):
Four: And for whoever gets this will also get a long POV like Artemis Hunter: give me the best new idea for Edward to show his cruelly and gain control over someone else.
Five: Who should take down Edward?
Six: Additional input:
Contest Winner:
Freya - Victoria Lee (Specifically the spread for Glamor magazine) Ivy - Ashley Benson Shay - Candice Accola Wilson - Kayne Lawton Derek - Chris Zylka Thomas - Colton Haynes (Black hair) Ricky - Tyler Posey Rowan - Shelley Hennig (She did have black hair for a while) Edward - Couldn't find the models name to save my life, but was able to put the picture on my Polyvore Marina - Adelaide Kane Hadey - Britt Robertson
A/N part 2:
I need a Beta so if you know a good one please let me know! I'm super busy so I proofread this really quick. I will fix mistakes if they're bad. So just PM me if I need to fix a lot of things