A Note From Seashell110:
Those of you that have read my friend, digitalgirl89's story, Not So Easy(AKA, this one), I've begged her to let me do the editing and now I'm helping her redo the entire story. I've taken on a new job as editor for any story that wants and/or needs it, with a particular knack for high school/AU fics. Those of you that require my services can reach me by PM or review. Love you lots, and hope you enjoy the chapter's new alterations. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Louis Vuitton, Miss Sixty Jeans, Seven Jeans, Hugo Boss or Final Fantasy X/X-2 and any of it's characters(plots, ideas, etc).
The click-clacking of expensive white open-toed strappy three-inch heels could be heard echoing off the sidewalk around the busy streets of Zanarkand. A tall, curvy brunette flipped her shoulder-length hair behind her halter-top-perfect shoulders, glancing in her compact mirror for any sign of unsightly blemishes--a scar, a stray eye goober or--Yevon forbid--a pimple. Finding her search fruitless, she tucked her mirror back into her Louis Vuitton bag, hurrying along to the park where she was supposed to meet her best friend, Lulu, and her favorite cousin, Rikku, an Al Bhed.
"Come on, where are they?" Yuna asked herself impatiently after she'd been waiting at the western side of the park for five minutes. That's right, the infamous Yuna. The girl who never left the house without designer clothing on, or went a day without flirting with this week's cutest guy. Yes, this champagne-drinking, boyfriend-stealing, Missoni-bikini-wearing whore is the proud owner of the unwritten Slut Award.
Not to mention, she could be a real bitch when she wanted to. So if you messed with her after a canceled hair appointment, you were bound to suffer the wrath of one of her wedge-heeled shoes hurled at your head.
All of a sudden, Yuna felt a freezing cold hand on her shoulder, turning her around to face none other than the notorious Seymour Gaudo, the college student that's who fell in lust with her the minute her laid eyes on her leather-pants-clad butt.
He was one of the slimiest, horniest assholes that you'd ever have the displeasure of meeting. A real Penis Man(a word to describe freaks like Seymour that Yuna and a whole bunch of girls made up at a Sophmore sleepover a while back).
"And how's my fine dime doing this morning?" Seymour addressed Yuna with a cheesy pick-up line, his eyes travelling down her body, taking notice of her white cashmere tank top, dark wash Miss Sixty boot-cut jeans that rode dangerously low on her hips, and sexy not-appropriate-for-the-park pure white open-toed strappy three-inch heels.
"Excuse me, but are you like, talking to me?" Yuna looked at Seymour as if he was crazy and brushed passed him.
"Yes, and I'd like to know if we could go out tonight to my father's new club," Seymour responded coolly, grabbing Yuna's wrist to stop her.
"Give it up, Seymour," Yuna met his leer with an I-couldn't-care-less bored stare. She was about to snatch her wrist away when she finally heard the growl of her friend's battle cry.
"Hey, Seymour!" A pale, raven-haired beauty called. "Something wrong with your hearing?"
"Yeah, you heard her: She don't want you!" A skinny blonde joined in.
Yuna managed to free her wrist and joined her best friend and cousin.
"Fuck off, Seymour," Yuna dismissed him with her back to him, taking her Lulu and Rikku's hands and leading them away from the dissapointed and slightly pissed Guado.
"He trying to score again?" The skinny blonde, which happened to be Rikku, asked Yuna.
"Isn't he always?" Yuna asked in response, mentally cringing at the image of Seymour Guado naked and in bed with her.
"Anyway," Rikku changed the topic. "Did you hear about the new student? You know, from that private all-boys school on the Upper West Side?" Rikku is a certified gossip girl with a taste for a good scoop on anything. If something was going down, Rikku was the first to know. She occasionally posted the latest scandal on her online blog, which people visited often. That was enough to make Rikku the Gossip Queen. Lulu and Yuna were her eyes and ears, telling Rikku things that she didn't catch, which wasn't very often.
"Yeah. Didn't you post that last night?" Lulu remembered the description vaguely, but Rikku went over it again for Yuna, who didn't log on last night.
"He has these striking blue eyes...I can't tell if they're contacts or if they're real, the color is just amazing," Rikku gushed. "And this great tan, like he'd spent years in Besaid or something, huge muscles, baby face, and sunflower blonde hair like mine, except his is from the sun because his natural hair color is brown, I think."
"Dibs," Yuna said immediately after Rikku's last word.
"Dammit!" Rikku cursed.
"Not interested," Lulu replied breezily, re-braiding a thick strand of her jet black hair.
"That's because you have Waaakaaa!" Yuna and Rikku chorused together, smirking knowingly at Lulu.
"Yeah, right," Lulu tried to scoff, but ended up bending down to adjust the cuff on her long dark rinse Seven jeans(borrowed from Yuna), concealing her blush.
"I'll bet we'll see him today," Rikku piped up.
"Yeah, and then I can ask him out," Yuna said nonchalantly, adjusting the thick, warm straps on her cashmere tank top.
See what I mean?
At School
All three giggling girls entered the front doors of the school, heading for the first flight of stairs. Five guys wolf whistled at the three striking beauties; Lulu with her long black hair, curvy figure and DD chest, concealed only by a black V-neck flutter sleeved blouse that had a deep enough neckline to suggest a hint of clevage without being sent home for dressing like a slut. Rikku, with her small, but nice chest was mostly muscle, but had the ass that every girl envied and every guy pinched. And finally Yuna, the prettiest of all three was a cross between Lulu and Rikku with a C-cup, curvy thighs but muscled arms and the perfect shade of brown hair that was the topic amoung most Juniors and Sophmores on how she got it so perfectly unfrizzy.
"Oh yeah," Rikku just remembered something. "He's got a locker next to you, too."
How convienient.
"Perfect," Yuna removed a tube of cotton candy pink lip gloss from Rikku's purse and applied a fresh coat across her full lips, blotting her shiny lips on a napkin Lulu retrieved from her bag before finally rubbing them together. Lulu crinkled up the napkin and tossed it in a nearby trashcan while Rikku made sure every strand of Yuna's silky hair was in place.
When Yuna was ready, she confidently strode up to this "new guy" and purposely bumped into him, dropping her purse and bookbag, her pens, pencils, and loose paper spilled onto the floor along with his.
"I'm so sorry," Yuna apologized, looking genuinely embarrased as she swept her hand across her feathered bangs, hurrying to pick up her things.
"I'm sorry, too," He stopped what he was doing and met her gaze, mesmerized by her beautiful two colored eyes; one a sapphire blue and the other a emerald green. "You have pretty eyes..." He said as if in a trance. "I'm Tidus."
"Thank you," Yuna did her best imitation of a modest giggle. "I'm Yuna. Listen, do you maybe wanna hang out sometime?" Yuna asked sweetly, giving Tidus the obvious once-over, silently approving his Hugo Boss leather jacket with a white T-shirt underneath, dark wash denim baggy jeans and tanned Timberland boots.
Tidus expression hardened then. "I don't think he would be such a good idea," he frowned and continued to gather up his things.
"Why not?" Yuna's face fell, and she wondered if Rikku messed up her hair or the color lip gloss was too bright. She should have settled for something a little more come-hither like a sexy red lipstick. Oh why didn't she just go through Lulu's purse instead--
"Nothing, just forget it," Tidus straightened himself up and walked off, leaving Yuna there to sulk. Rikku and Lulu joined her side after she had stood up.
Remember that bitchy side I mentioned? Well--
"Don't say one fucking word."
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Thanks everyone for reading this first chapter. I hope you liked it. Please review and no flames also please.