Paris POV
How could I forget? Stupid, stupid Paris. Standing in front of me was the girl that ruined my one and only serious relationship. The fucking bitch that had fucked Jamie and completely ruined him for any other girl and the worst thing was she didn't even know it. Yeah, she knew she'd probably destroyed our relationship, but she didn't know that no other person would ever be enough for Jamie.
It all started at one of those society parties. I was so excited, as I was finally able to show Jamie off to my parents. Naturally they found no fault with him and they approved of him straight away. I wasn't until we joined in the sub party, that things started to go pear shaped. She was the first thing you noticed as soon as you entered the room. It was as if her very presence drew your eyes towards her and when you saw her you were held captive. It was obvious that I wasn't the only person who thought this, but I was the only one to fight it. Looking around I felt uncomfortable and out of place, like I was having one of those out of body experience. I guess that's why she nick named me Dorothy.
She was dressed to kill. Literally. She was wearing a deep plunge grey dress with no straps. The top part had a tight bodice that lead down to a skirt that flowed around mid thigh. She had her long hair curled down her back and diamonds sparkled all over her body. She had tiny crystals in her hair and a diamond necklace round her neck that rested in her cleavage. There were diamonds round her wrist and ankles. Her make up was dark and added mystery, but what set her apart from everyone else was the fact that she was wearing bright pink ballet slippers and a thin pink headband to complete her outfit.
I felt plain compared to her and couldn't help but feel resentment that she was able to look so effortlessly stunning without looking like she had tried too hard. The thing that really pissed me off though, was the fact that Jamie seemed to have completely forgotten me. It was like she was a siren, drawing in everyone with her song. Grabbing his hand I pulled him past her into the crowd of drunken teenagers. As we were about to be completely swallowed by the crowd I felt a pair of eyes boring into my back. Turing around I glared as I tired to find the person who was staring at me. To my surprise it was Lorelai Leigh. At the time I didn't know her name and maybe it would have been better that way. She was gazing at me as if I had done something funny, before her eyes drifted over to Jamie, who had turned around to see what was bugging me. To my amazement, her eyes darkened and the look she gave Jamie could only have been described as pure want. As If he was a prize she would have, no matter what. Sending her a glare I was annoyed to see her eyes light up in amusement, before she swayed over to the bar in time to the music.
Suddenly the music changed and a crystal clear voice floated around the room. The voice was truly beautiful and I was just about to comment on it to Jamie, when I heard the words she was singing,
"It's like I'm lost
It's like I'm giving up slowly
It's like you're a ghost that's haunting me
Leave me alone
And I know these voices in my head are mine alone
And I know I'll never change my ways
If I don't give you up now
It's like I can't breathe
It's like I can't see anything
Nothing but you
I'm addicted to you
It's like I can't think
Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts, in my dreams
You've taken over me
It's like I'm not me
It's like I'm not me
I'm hooked on you
I need a fix
I can't take it
Just one more hit
I promise I can deal with it
I'll handle it, quit it
Just one more time, then that's it
Just a little bit more to get me through this."
Those words rooted me to the spot as it was exactly like I was feeling about Jamie. Turning around I was stunned to see that the singer of the words was Lorelai Leigh and she seemed to be holding a spell over the crowd. As her eyes connected with yours you felt that you were the only one who mattered at that moment and that you had lost something special when her eyes sort out someone else's. When she had finished singing I wasn't surprised to see almost every male rushing towards her a she let the stage, I was surprised however to see her turn and talk to Jamie. My Jamie. I felt humiliated that he could just ditch me like that for some wanna be punk princess.
Breaking out of my thoughts I saw that the two of them had disappeared. Naively, I still trusted Jamie and didn't put two and two together. It wasn't until an hour later when I began to look for him, that I stumbled into a study. I heard moans and groans and was about to back out of the room quietly, when I heard a breathless voice say, "Jamie." All the colour left my face and I moved towards the noises, saying little prayers for the first time in my life. Unfortunately, they weren't answered, as I saw Jamie standing up against a bookcase with Lorelai Leigh's legs wrapped around his waist. He was using the wall for support as she moved against him.
Bringing a hand up to my face to stop myself from being sick, I backed out of the room, only to be followed a couple of minutes later by Jamie and Lorelai Leigh. Jamie took one look at my face as he spotted me and came straight over to see if I was alright. Acting as if he hadn't just fucked some whore up against a wall minutes before. As Lorelai Leigh brushed past us she caught my eye with a smirk firmly on her lips. As soon as my eyes met hers I wanted to smack the smirk right off of the bitch's face 'coz I knew in that second that she knew I knew. And that's when the one thing I had been blocking from my memory erupted in my mind in full technicolour. Just as I first saw them her eyes opened as if she somehow knew I was there and looked me straight in the eye as she moaned his name, a grin spreading over her face. Her eyes were completely black and the saying of your eye's being the windows into your soul, well I saw absolutely nothing in her eyes. I would have said they were dead, if they hadn't had a fierce fire burning in them.
Normal POV
The group watched, as Paris' eyes glazed over a she became lost in a memory provoked by Rory's words. Gazing at Rory Tristan asked the question that was on everyone mind,
"How do you tow know each other?"
Grinning Rory responded, "I fucked her boyfriend. Drew him in like a siren drawing sailors into the rocks."
SMACK!
The slap Paris delivered to Rory's face resounded throughout the cinema lobby. Grinning Rory rubbed her face as she turned her head back to face Paris. In a steely voice she asked,
"Do you never learn?"
It's like you're a drug
It's like you're a demon I can't face down
It's like I'm stuck
It's like I'm running from you all the time
And I know I let you have all the power
It's like the only company I seek is misery all around
It's like you're a leech
Sucking the life from me
It's like I can't breathe
Without you inside of me
And I know I let you have all the power
And I realize I'm never gonna quit you over time
It's like I can't breathe
It's like I can't see anything
Nothing but you
I'm addicted to you
It's like I can't think
Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts, in my dreams
You've taken over me
It's like I'm not me
It's like I'm not me
It's like I'm lost
It's like I'm giving up slowly
It's like you're a ghost that's haunting me
Leave me alone
And I know these voices in my head are mine alone
And I know I'll never change my ways
If I don't give you up now
It's like I can't breathe
It's like I can't see anything
Nothing but you
I'm addicted to you
It's like I can't think
Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts, in my dreams
You've taken over me
It's like I'm not me
It's like I'm not me
I'm hooked on you
I need a fix
I can't take it
Just one more hit
I promise I can deal with it
I'll handle it, quit it
Just one more time, then that's it
Just a little bit more to get me through this
2x
It's like I can't breathe
It's like I can't see anything
Nothing but you
I'm addicted to you
It's like I can't think
Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts, in my dreams
You've taken over me
It's like I'm not me
It's like I'm not me
- Addicted, Kelly Clarkson