10I wasn't sure if I should continue with My Obsessive Stupidity but then I had an idea. It should just be a short story but hopefully it will be pretty good if my ideas work themselves out into words...don't know how that works but hey...lol enjoy the read!
Revenge is sweet, alcohol even sweeter
He broke my heart and, like any self-respecting girl, I wanted revenge. There was a party he was going to. And I'd just gotten myself an invite as the person hosting the party was my best friend.
The day arrived and I had ten hours until the party started. Ten hours to perfect myself on the outside. There was no time to hire a shrink to drive away all my inner demons.
I got up and showered without washing my hair because they'd do that at the salon. I had breakfast as normal and brushed my teeth carefully. I looked into the mirror and saw the girl who wanted to be more.
I sighed and looked away, knowing that I would never be more. I give it 100 and I'm still 99.9 after all the years of doing good things and getting fucked over every time.
It just wasn't fair.
I got dressed in jeans and a black tank top, grabbed my handbag which contained my keys, purse and phone, and walked calmly out of the house.
My first appointment was with the shops to buy a nice dress, one that wasn't slutty and that would make me stand out in a crowd of just under a hundred.
In the end I picked a red dress that pronounced my assets and stopped just above the knee. The material clung to my breasts and flowed in a slight Grecian style over my stomach and hips. It had a very low back but still appeared modest. The colour brought out the green of my eyes, the shine of my hair and the honeyed tones of my skin. I was in love with it!
I found some high-healed sandals to go with the dress and once they were safely in my shopping bag I set off for the spa.
I was getting a leg and bikini wax to make myself feel good. Although, that was rather hard to accomplish after going through the torture of it all. Then they set me up so I was ready for a face mask that would 'make all the stresses of early days flow away through the pores'. In other words, I'd have some cream slapped onto my face, get pieces of cut up cucumber for my eyes and sit there for half an hour while it dried.
Yeah, that seemed like a good waste of half an hour.
The day went on as I got my eyebrows done, went to the salon and got my hair washed, straightened then curled and put up into an elegant pile on top of my head.
The make-up was simple. The woman applied some mascara to make my lashes appear darker and thicker and longer, some white (or almost white) eye-shadow to enhance the colour of my emerald eyes and used something to make my lips appear fuller than they actually are.
I didn't look in the mirror until I got home and put the dress and sandals on, still being careful not to ruin my hair. When I finally looked up into the mirror I gasped.
It was her! The girl I had wanted to be for so long. I looked and stood like her and smiled like her. The girl I thought I'd never be...She was going to get me my revenge. No doubt about that.
Wow... Beth had really done up her house! Her huge mansion that overlooked the Lake District was really remarkable. She had turned the house from all elegance and marble to a perfect party scene!
The music was pumping from speakers placed at random intervals all over the ground floor. Smoke loitered around people's feet and different coloured lights were bouncing off of the walls.
And as soon as I walked through the big double doors I knew I had power. Heads turned my way and stayed with their owner's attention on me. Unless those heads belonged to a female who wasn't a lesbian.
Then I saw his face. The bastard. The cold, cruel man who took away something from me and never gave anything in return.
I turned around to deposit my handbag on a table near the door and a pair of arms looped around my head and hugged me in a very strange way.
'Beth! How are you? I haven't seen you in ages!'
'Georgie! I'm great now you ask, just a little tired from lugging this around!' And with that she moved her left hand in front of my face and the sparkles bouncing off of the huge diamond ring from her fourth finger made me squeak in delight.
'Oh my God! Lee proposed? That's great news! You can't keep me away from him now! You haven't let me meet the lucky guy yet.'
'Actually, it was his idea. He said that prolonging the moment would make it all the better. But I'll introduce you tonight, he's around here somewhere!' She giggled, waved goodbye, and went off to find her fiancé.
I thrust myself into the throng of people and received stares and half hidden glimpses from the men around me. A few of them bunched up their courage and came over to talk to me. When the others saw that I didn't bite their heads off they came over, too, and before long there was a thick crowd surrounding me.
There was a really tall man standing quite near me. He was pretty good looking and he stood out from the rest of the men- not just because of his height. He must have been, what, six foot two inches. About a head taller than many of the men in the crowd.
I turned to him and asked, 'what's your name?'
'Simon. You?'
'Georgia. My friends call me Georgie.'
'Could I be privileged to call myself a friend of yours?' There was a glint in his eye and a trace of a smile on his lips.
'Let's see, shall we?'
He laughed- a deep, rich sound that caused havoc on my system.
He held out his arm for me. 'Would you care to join me on the dance floor?'
I laughed at his attempt to make this boozy party a formal event. I took his arm and let him lead me to dance with the eyes of all the men I left behind.
The music was upbeat and I wouldn't usually dance to this sort of thing but tonight was my night and I wasn't going to let a simple thing like that get in my way.
We danced, talked and laughed for hours and by that time it felt like we had known each other for years. So when someone tapped me on the shoulder, probably to ask for the next dance, I didn't look forward to turning around.
When I did, anger filled my entire body and mind and the only thing I wanted to do was gouge out his eyes with my newly manicured nails.
It was him.
You might be wondering why I always refer to him as him, but no matter how obsessed I had been with him I never actually found out his name.
Anyway, he was holding out his hand for me, the look on his face practically begging me to go with him. I turned and said goodbye to Simon and he forced a small piece of paper into my hand. I looked at him confusedly but he just pushed me in the direction of my old obsession.
'So, how have you been?' He even had the audacity to look me in the eyes and smile.
'Peachy. My eyes hurt from crying so much, you've ignored me for the past week and end up with another woman, my best friend is getting married when my love life is screwed over, and to top it all off I haven't got enough money to pay for all the bills. Yeah, I'm just peachy.' Okay, so I lied about the bills but I always was one for the dramatics.
He looked at me with an open mouth as if to say, wtf?
'What about you?'
He gulped and looked at the floor. 'I'm...pretty good.'
Before anyone could say anything else, the door to the room we were in burst open and Beth came stumbling, slightly drunkenly, into the room.
'Georgie Porgie! You've found him! I didn't have to introduce you!'
She tripped over the edge of the Persian rug and I caught her weight before she fell straight to the floor.
'Thank you!'
'Beth? What were you talking about, sweetie? I know you're a little drunk but just try to remember what you were talking about when you said about not needing to introduce us.' I asked Beth with a tone that suggested I could have been talking to a small child.
'Don't be silly, Georgie! I might be a little-' she hiccupped '- drunk, but I still know what I'm talking about. It's not like the alcohol,' she was seriously slurring now, 'is affecting me in a big way, anyway!'
'Well, then, what were you talking about?'
'Don't you see? You always were very silly...you know that? This is my fiancé! Lee!'
She pointed at the bastard who ruined my current life, with a look of complete adoration in her eyes.
Oh shit.
Hey! I hoped you liked this 'cause I loved it! A twist of sorts... I realise I changed my style of writing pretty dramatically but I thought that it was the only way to approve the reviews and show her feelings more.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed and Ant woz ere, I didn't steal your ideas lol! You never said anything about licking mud off of shoes or collecting used tissues!
I know this might sound kinda weird but I'd like to say thanks to my Mum, she's my unofficial editor in chief!
Thanks to anyone who reviews or just reads.
Filaffellum x