Author's Note: I know, I know. I updated this way too late. Yes, you can burn me for it…but I've been super busy!!! Or…you can be happy I finally updated and leave nice reviews for me to read later. I like the second one. Haha.
I write much better in first person point of view, so I'm going to switch POV, okay? Olette is 200 pounds overweight, not 200 pounds! Okays? Good.
ALSO KEEP THIS IN MIND: ROXAS and RIKU have changed PLACES. In chapter 1, Roxas was Namine's boyfriend? Well, I changed it to Riku because I just realized Roxas would be a shallow man-whore if he went from sucking faces with Naminé to sucking faces with Olette. Okay, with that in mind, enjoy. Lmfao.
Happy Holidays, loves.
I love the song Heartbreak by Kanye! And Hot and Cold by Katy Perry…sorry, I'm pretty random. Haha. I was listening to these two songs while writing this chapter though xD!
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Chapter 2- Watch Me Rise
Kairi just kept staring at the blood colored, showy red dress that lay in front of her and me. I couldn't really read her expression, but I could tell it wasn't such a great one. She kept eyeing me strangely, her usually confident crystal blue eyes quivering in what seemed like a mixture of confusion and disbelief.
"Let...let me get this straight." she said, as she swallowed hard. "He sent you this? To wear at the party? HE sent you this?"
I nodded my head slowly, my brunette curls bouncing in front of me. I couldn't believe it much either- Riku barely even used to notice me and now he was sending me expensive clothing to wear? It was like a dream come true, but hey- nobody was complaining.
"Why…?" I suddenly inquired, curious why she looked so surprised. Okay, so the dress was a little to showy for my taste, but Riku sent it! I had to wear it.
"It's just…I don't know…it's just…so…not you." Kairi hesitated, biting her lips a little to prevent saying what she really thought of the dress.
"What do you mean it's not me?" I asked her, a little frustrated. Since when was she the boss of declaring what I was and wasn't?
"I don't know…" Kairi said, refusing to look at me in the eye. "I mean, if you want to wear it, by all means go ahead…It just…are you sure he sent it?"
I rolled my eyes at her, as I crept up and snatched the rose colored dress from her grip.
"Yes, who else would send it to me? My mom? He sent it to me, and I'm going to wear it…" I told Kairi confidently, glaring at her. She looked at me with soft worried eyes, and I couldn't help but soften up as well. "You know how much he means to me…" I whispered to her, clutching the dress tightly, closing my eyes.
"I know…" she replied quietly, assuring me that all my little speeches about how much I perfect he was to me took an affect on her.
"…the party's today…want to help me dress up? Get matching red earrings, handbags, high heels, or something?" I asked her, suddenly wanting to spend a little more time with the red head. "I need to get my hair done too…"
She smiled a slight smile, nodding her head in response. But I could tell, from the look in her eyes, that something about the whole party was bugging her. And strangely enough, I felt the same thing.
I looked around the wide fancy hall, my eyes widening at the glorious view of it all. It was really an beautiful room with marble floors and a crème colored wallpaper. It was decorated party-like, since all the stars were big drunk riots who found being high and wasted was fun and all. The lights dimmed down, and hardcore rock music was blaring out from the speakers. Everyone was dressed casually in jeans and simple t-shirts, and I felt suddenly very lame in such heavy attire.
"Olette!" I heard a familiar voice call out my name. My heart did a triple thump before I turned around and saw that silver haired man of my dreams…a million thoughts ran through my head, my hands turning sweatier and colder.
What was he going to think of me? Did the dress look okay on me? Would he like it…?
He was in a private room with twelve other popular stars surrounding him, sitting smack in the middle of the table like he was on a pedestal. He was smoking a cigarette- one of the few things I didn't like about him- looking as gorgeous as ever, with his ultra aquamarine eyes piercing through his milky white skin. He was wearing a tight black shirt that showed his well-built body, embracing his outer appearances even more. He waved his hand to me, asking me to sit next to him. Blushing, I ran forth to him.
Except being the klutz I am, I slipped and fell right on the floor. I could hear everyone snickering at me, and my face grew a red hue indeed. I could hear people whispering mean comments behind my back. I tried hard to ignore them, but some things are literally impossible to do, and this was one of them.
What is that fatty thinking wearing such a tight dress?
Look at all that fat that's bulging out.
Hey, did she ever hear of weight loss?
Someone call security…wait…Riku invited her?
Tears would've sprung out my eyes if I was a weak person but I was used to these kind of rude comments; I wrapped myself in a thin cocoon layer of emotionless feelings to protect myself from breaking down. I simply closed my eyes to prevent any unnecessary tearing and supported myself up. Riku looked at me sympathetically but he refused to come to me and help me up. Instead, he grinned his million dollar smile and pointed to the seat next to him. I turned redder than I already was and nodded, practically rushing up to him.
"You came…" he told me when I finally reached that precious seat next to him. I noticed the other seat next to him was empty as well. I figured it must've been for Naminé…where was she anyways?
"Yeah, I did…" I told him bashfully, smiling like a madwoman. He had that special effect on me; one smile from him would create a thousand smiles for me, when he talks to me I would melt into a puddle of happiness, and when he compliments me I would break into a million pieces from joy.
But by the time I did reply, his attention was totally diverted into something else- or should I say someone? In fact, while my complete attention was on Riku, everyone else had moved on to looking at the girl who just came in the room.
Naminé.
The minute she came in, everyone gasped at her stunning beauty- she put up her silky blonde hair in a casual bun, letting a few loose strands to fall freely on her shoulders. She was wearing long diamond earrings that was the shape of butterflies. Her red dress pinpointed her sapphire blue glassy eyes, her smooth skin, and her collar bones…something seemed wrong though…something terribly wrong.
Her red dress.
It was identical to mine. My hands got sweaty, my eyes teary…
Riku didn't seem to notice, and happily waved his hands to call Naminé over. Naminé happily walked towards him with her high red stilettos, showing off her slender, petite body. No one said anything; she put a spell under them all with her glowing youthful beauty. I heard them all whispering about how stunning she looked.
See, THAT is how a girl should look like…
She's so beautiful! Riku and her make such a perfect couple.
How can two people wear the same dress and one look more than a thousand times better?
Ugh, how dare that fat Olette wear the same dress as Naminé? What a wanna-be! Doesn't she have any conscious? The fatty…
"Hey baby." Naminé whispered to Riku. Instead of taking the reserved seat for her, she sat on top of his body, clinging onto him like she was some pet monkey. My eyes will not leave the dress, my fingers suddenly turning numb when I started to realize what this was all about.
Riku didn't give me this dress. No, he didn't at all. It was all Naminé. Naminé had sent me this dress.
Why?
I knew the answer to that. Everyone did- because she hated me and wanted nothing more but to embarrass the hell out of me, that's why. She knew if she said that Riku sent it to me, I would've worn it no matter what- and she was right. I was being stupid and oblivious to the obvious. She wore the same dress to show everyone how fat I was in comparison to her- how ugly, how gruesome, how disgusting. I suddenly felt ten times fatter, ten times uglier, ten times worse than I already felt of myself.
"Are you okay, Olette?" Naminé sweetly asked me, her blue eyes gleaming at me in artificial worry. That got Riku's direction, and he changed his adoring look at his superficial girlfriend to me. He observed me for a while and then he widened his eyes when he saw a unwilling teardrop fall down my pale, wide face.
"Olette, what's wr--" he started, and then quickly stopped. He stared at my dress and then switched the direction of his eyes from my dress to Naminé. He sighed deeply, and glared grimly at Naminé. She gave him a curious look, batting her eyelashes at him in a charming way. I quickly wiped the teardrop, and excused myself from the room.
"Wait, Olette!" Riku called me back, holding my hands to prevent me from running away.
I looked at him pathetically, in hurt and betrayal. By then., everyone's attention was on us and I suddenly I felt faint. Before I could say anything, I heard Riku tell Naminé to apologize to me.
"What?" Naminé asked him, quirking her eyebrows as though she didn't understand what he was saying.
"Tell Olette that you're sorry!" Riku told her, still firmly holding onto me. Naminé refused to, and instead she started to cry. Riku softened up, and I took that as my cue to escape. I broke free of his clutches, and ran away. I bumped into a bunch of people along the way, and I heard them cursing back at me but I ignored them and continued to run. I couldn't think of any place to go that was quiet but the bathroom, so it was the bathroom I would stay. I locked myself in one of the stalls, and cried unbearably a lot.
Why was outer appearances so important in this world? So what, big people couldn't fall in love anymore? Wasn't it only the heart that mattered? The inside, not the outside? I cried and cried- Kairi was right. There was no way a guy like Riku was going to give me such a wonderful gift. I couldn't believe I let myself get so embarrassed. I couldn't believe how naïve I was.
To prevent everyone from hearing me from crying (although the music was still blaring and anything/ anyone could be barely heard) I covered my mouth with tissues. I heard two people barge into the bathroom, and widened my eyes when I realized who they were.
"You shouldn't have done that." I heard Riku's voice from the stall. He was talking to Naminé?
"But she pisses me off!" her annoying voice replied. I was right. "She thinks she's so great- that everyone should like worship her or something."
"Try to bear it, huh?" I heard Riku's calm, soothing voice advise her. "Why are you being so insecure? Don't cry…she's the one who should be crying. She's fat and ugly, no one wants to marry a thing like her. But look at you! You're the sexiest girl alive! Everyone wants a piece of you."
I heard my heart crack in two, my body froze as I realized I lived my whole life in denial.
"I'm not defending her- all I'm saying is that be good to her. If we lose her, your career as a star is over. Do you remember how your life was before, when she wasn't here? You were a lousy background dancer- she created you along with me and the company. Be nice to her, even though she disgusts you. She's the one saving your career."
Tears would not stop rolling down my face. I felt like my heart had been ripped out of my body and it was impossible to put it back together. I held up my head up high, tears running down my face uncontrollably and I promised myself I was going to make them pay. Pay for breaking my heart, pay for embarrassing, pay for using me like a toy doll.
I was going to change. I was determined. No, this wasn't just another empty promise I made to myself but wouldn't keep. I was going to do it, even if it killed me along the way. I was going to do it, even if it was going to be the last thing I ever did.
Naminé, Riku, society--
Watch me change dramatically. Watch me be born again- stunningly beautiful this time.
Watch me rise.
Note: I know, I know. I took so long on such a short chapter. But I really was busy! I'm not even kidding! I promise I'll update sooner! Really.
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