A Twist of Fate: Dark Fate
Chapter Eleven
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It was Wednesday. Hump day. Kami had a new lease on life this morning after yet another night of decent sleep. Peculiar. But not her focus that morning as she was readying for the school day – with a carpe diem mindset so to speak. If she was accepting of her villain role, she may as well look the part. Being a newly single girl also added in a smidge of inspiration for her look.
Her ensemble was concocted with articles she had only ever worn separately. Not in the wickedly lethal combo she was choosing to sport now.
Fishnets, black. Courtesy of her flapper Halloween costume from her junior year of high school. She had no reason to pack them originally other than that fact they didn't take up much space in her luggage.
Short dark denim miniskirt embroidered with metal studs around the front pockets. A badass sort of vibe radiated off of it, in Kami's opinion. It was 'stolen' from Julie who it didn't fit anymore. Kami squeezed her thick soccer thighs in the skintight skirt at a healthy size six. The size of the skirt was a four and Julie had reverted back to a 00, not to Kami's liking, over their junior year. Hence why Julie never was concerned when Kami never returned the skirt after borrowing it.
A black pair of pumps she snagged from a thrift store for Mimi's funeral. Her heart tensed when she originally wavered on wearing them again or not. She had not put them on since the funeral. But in her head, she could hear Mimi encouraging her to give'em hell. So, she decided not to be a pussy and strap on the heels that made her sculpted tan calves look fine as hell.
A black camisole where her lacy red bra straps peaked through. She lacked any other real form fitting clothes that elicited a "hubba-hubba" sound effect in her head, so the cami (short for camisole) it was. Fitting though, right? Kami wears a cami?
The last part of her costume was a lacy black ribbon that she tied around her neck like a choker. She actually snagged it from her largest suitcase. The ribbon once served as an additional tag to help identify her luggage.
She looked bad. Bad to the bone. Kami Trouble Bell.
But the outfit didn't sell without the right hair and make-up.
She fluffed up her dark, wispy hair as much as possible and cut her bands to frame a side swept look across her forehead. It actually looked favorable for her face's bone structure.
Her freshly cut bangs hovered close enough to her eyes, exactly where she liked the attention drawn. She went for a silver and black smokey eye. Her eyelid a canvas to paint the dangerous yet alluring showstopper for her look. But not without a bright gold line of eyeliner under her bottom eyelashes to really pop out her brown eyes.
And with that, the girl was a Sandy (come on, from Grease!) in the making. No cigarettes for her though. She needed her lungs for soccer.
Kami walked into school that morning with her shoulders rolled back and a devious grin curling on her lips as she challenged the gawking looks of her peers. The boys fawned. The girls hmphed. She was feeding into her role very well in her own humble opinion.
Her ambitions were too high for this dump. She didn't care they didn't recognize how rare and awesome she was. Even her fucking sister. She had friends at home who valued her. Knew her. The real her. She was reminded of that last night after she was so desperate to fix something between her and Kim that she was beginning to suspect that she had not broken.
SO what, let her be the villain.
The big bad.
The whatever.
She was tired of counting the reasons of why she wasn't succeeding in her elusive hunt for Kim's sanity. Kami likened it to looking for a needle in a haystack. Blind. With thick gloves on. And the real twist was that there were five haystacks but just one needle.
A low whistle drew Kami's attention from her bitter thoughts.
"I see each day you're attempting new tricks to standout."
"Blending in is for suckers," Kami quipped while offering Paul a mischievous wink. "Wow! Thanks for reminding me!" Kami exclaimed before moving a small, cherry red sucker from the front pocket of her skirt. Since she didn't have a cigarette, for some reason she thought a sucker would do the job just as well. You know, for the whole bad girl aesthetic.
Kami thought Paul looked torn between confused and alarmed by her suggestion. She unwrapped the lollipop and licked the smooth surface before clarifying to him. "Cuz you're a-", Kami plucked the candy out of her mouth and waved it between her eyes, "sucker." She darted her tongue in his direction before breaking into a smirk.
Paul emitted a strangled sounding laugh, and she delivered him a knowing smirk before sauntering across the hallway to the her first period class, art.
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By lunch, Kami was oozing with self-assurance of how well her plan was panning out. She rather liked being in control of today's hot Kami gossip rather than not. And boy did she take centerfold. Slutty. Skanky. Evil twin. The name calling was unclever and just so bland. The boys on the other hand...all her life, Kami believed she had been a plain looking girl. Her and her sister were cursed with the average Joe genes. But in middle school, by some miracle, Kami learned not to conform to society's social beauty norms. Her looks were hers and her alone. Well, her sisters too...but Kami embraced what was given to her by the genetic lottery. She made it work and her personality helped seal the package. If you believe you're pretty, that is almost half the battle. She knew her confidence and attitude projected what she thought of herself to others. And oh boy with this outfit she was rocking, she felt like she was projecting fuck me in the classroom over the teacher's desk vibes.
Now would she ever really do that? No. But it was nice feeling powerful. Sexy. Villainous. Because she could be the villain.
When your mom abandons you as a baby, it's your destined role of course. Or so she told herself as she shared a crooked, confident smile to each boy she passed by.
Until she passed a group of boys not smiling at her. No. In fact, they were all frowning.
The frowniest one of them, to boot, seemed to be...Kim's boyfriend.
3.2.1. ACTION. Let the first scene of her act commence.
The siren was up on deck, ready to kick ass and take names. Kami puckered her rose red glossed up lips together before making a smacking noise upon her approach to Kim's brigade of knights in shining armor.
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Author's Note:
Is it just me, or did the chapter read kind of over-the-top/ridiculous? haha I have no idea what comes next. I am just rolling with what flows from my fingertips. ~Pixelephant
p.s. I should be planning a wedding instead of writing/posting this… oops. I'll get it done tomorrow. On a bright note, last chapter of a Twist of Fate is at least halfway done. Just need to suck down more xmas cheer to channel inner happiness. lol
p.s.s. IF this story every feels like I am missing other plot points or from what i mentioned in earlier chapters and it is GLARINGLY obvious i forgot something...call me out! I do what I can but I know I won't be perfect. This is for fun & I hope if you read you enjoy the update (because I am :D)