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Post by SCARLETT BETHANY CUNNINGHAM on Jun 27, 2012 19:54:05 GMT -5
 YOU AND I MIGHT NOT BE THE BEST THING
[style=border-right:10px solid #8E0000; letter-spacing:0px; border-top:10px solid #8E0000; background-color:#ffffff; padding: 3px; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; line-height:9px;height:300px; overflow: auto ] Was it crazy that she was craving Italian? When she was with the preps, going to a restaurant was hell, especially feeling like she was being judged when she ordered a jumbo Spaghetti plate with extra meatballs and cheese sprinkled on top, coming to a total of over a whopping 1000 calories for a meal – a true crime. Her friends had started at her wide-eyed, and disgusted as they stabbed their puny Caesar Salad plate and watched her devour her food catastrophe. But standing there in front of Fresco’s Italian, for the first time in a long time, she felt absolutely free to eat whatever she wanted to, without having whispers between her “friends” about how fat she was getting, and how she ate like a man. Scarlett rolled her eyes just thinking about it, remembering how awful she had felt to gain a pound and having to suck in her stomach everywhere she walked, because of the pressure she had as a prep to be insanely skinny. It wasn’t as if she was overweight, because she wasn’t – she was perfectly athletic, a prolific baseball player who had her exercise and didn’t necessarily eat junk food as a couch potato all day. All she felt was a little self-conscious, really.
But with her new-found confidence, striding into Fresco’s Italian Restaurant was almost symbolic to her, as if she was knocking down an obstacle that had inhibited her from truly enjoying her life, being able to eat whatever she wanted, when she wanted, and not being looked at like an alien from the people she was close to. Scarlett was alone, so she wasn’t going to eat at the restaurant, as she was never a fan at sitting at the table alone, so she had made the decision to get some pasta to-go. She walked up to the paying counter, where she had to wait behind an elderly lady who seemed to be complaining about a wrong order, as Scarlett impatiently tapped her foot behind her. She was wearing a black Blink-182 shirt, with their signature smiley face on it, black skinny jeans, and converse – and she couldn’t have felt any more comfortable. As a prep, she had worn skirts and dresses all the time, feeling exposed in her own skin. But now being able to wear just a shirt, jeans, and sneakers felt like such a privilege to her. She wasn’t completely against dressing up, she was all for wearing dresses during weddings or Prom or some sort of occasion, but going out without feeling the need to look the best felt like freedom to Scarlett.
She finally reached the front of the counter, ordering a Fettuccini Alfredo plate, with a side of breadsticks just for the heck of it, and was told by the lady to wait in the chairs by the front for her order to be finished. Scarlett complied, sitting at one of the seats, crossing one leg over another and whipping out her iPod to help speed up the wait. She slipped the earbuds into her ears, turning the music up loud enough to drown out the loud noise of the others dining in the restaurant, but quiet enough that if someone had directly spoken to her, she could still hear them. Scarlett leaned back on the chair, closing her eyes and losing herself into the music. [/style] |
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Post by nayaherrera on Jun 27, 2012 20:57:19 GMT -5
  Going to Fresco’s was not a regular occurrence in Naya’s life. Naturally, she was a thin girl of average height, but she was also a cheerleader, and cheerleader’s needed to be fit, especially for the spot of flyer and base which was Naya’s specialty. With that being said, her usual meals consisted of healthy foods and smaller portions. A little bit of salad here, a little bit of yogurt there, a granola bar every once in awhile between meals, and of course, lots and lots of water. She had gotten accustomed to virtually cutting out any junk food out of her system. It was hard at times because she did have two brothers after all, and they ate like pigs shamelessly, but never the less, she’d stuck to her eating habits ever since she’d become a cheerleader years ago.
However, just because she could control her cravings most of the time didn’t mean that she could suppress them all the time. That was precisely why she had hopped into her black Volkswagen beetle and drove down to the Italian restaurant. They were known for their delicious meals and for the first time in a very long couple of months, Naya could not deny their food for the life of her. One time won’t hurt. I’ll be working out all day tomorrow anyways, she thought to herself as she turned into their parking lot and parked the beetle. She got out of the car and looked at the awful parking job she’d done.
Oh well.
Naya strolled over to the entrance and pushed the door open. It smelled like heaven. The smell of freshly made bread sticks wafted through the air toward her and she could not have been happier to be standing in that door way. She made her way towards the counter, but something, or rather someone caught her eye.
It was a grungy looking girl she knew named Scarlett. Naya usually wouldn’t have given her a second thought, but this was precisely the same girl who despite being a prep at school, one of the most popular people in the student body, had decided to leave and become a part of the punks. To Naya, and most people for that matter, those were some of the lowest people at Manchester. Who on earth would want to associate themselves with such a low group, especially when they were previously part of a very elite clique of individuals? Naya would never understand. She would never give up her position as one of the most well known cheerleaders at school for any reason, point black, period. That’s why she had given this girl so much hell over it. She was obviously crazy.
She turned on her heel and made a little detour over to Scarlett who looked as untamed and unkempt as ever. I wouldn’t be caught dead in those clothes, Naya thought critically, taking time to admire her own outfit that consisted of a navy blue corset-like floral top, denim shorts with a thin braided belt that hung off her hips, and brown beaded sandals. Her signature long, dark hair was fish tail braided to the side, and she of course had her over-sized black Chanel bag hanging from the wrist of her thin arm. Her lips curled into her trade mark smirk.
”I’d say that I’m surprised to see you here, but I’d be lying if I did.”
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tagged --- meeka & her lovely scarlett c:
template --- PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
notes --- these two are going to be great C:< |
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Post by SCARLETT BETHANY CUNNINGHAM on Jun 28, 2012 3:17:30 GMT -5
YOU AND I MIGHT NOT BE THE BEST THING
[style=border-right:10px solid #8E0000; letter-spacing:0px; border-top:10px solid #8E0000; background-color:#ffffff; padding: 3px; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; line-height:9px;height:300px; overflow: auto;]The music played loud in her ears, the rhythm of the drums and the beautiful playing of guitars made her want to get up and dance – if only she knew how to dance, and she probably would, if she weren’t in public. Instead she settled for tapping her feet on the ground along with the beat, a smile on her face. So, she couldn’t really sing well, nor was she musically inclined, but there was nothing wrong about truly loving the music Scarlett listened to. It might not be entirely mainstream or popular, but it resonated deep within her and brought out the best side of her – that’s what she figured what music was for, for understanding your emotions and expressing them in a beautiful way. Scarlett looked down and scrolled through her list of albums, the thousands of songs she had collected over the years in the single, thin apple device that lay in her hands. She was absolutely sure that if she had lost her iPod, it would feel like the end of the world, because she had felt such a strong connection to it and her iPod. When her mother had constantly lectured her on her awful manners and her unladylike gestures, she had locked herself up in her room and listened to her music all night until she felt better. It was like her own little therapy, and it kept her from getting insane, perhaps it didn’t work for everyone, but it worked for Scarlett.
The sound of the door opening caused her to look up, seeing possibly her worst enemy – Naya Valerie De Luca. Scarlett looked down, rubbing her nose with her thumb and her index finger, a sigh escaping her. This could not be good, no matter what, Scarlett figured that Naya would take every opportunity she could to torment her. And Scarlett, with her easily offset temper, would not be able to ignore Naya – probably her fault, but she couldn’t help it – instigating another argument between them. Even when Scarlett had used to hang out with Naya, she never felt particularly close to the girl, no matter how much she tried to smile through her teeth and compliment her on all her outfits. But after Scarlett left the preps to go with the punks, it was like Naya unleashed a new side on her, a side that she had noticed been given to the lower ranks in the high school hierarchy, but never on her. But then Scarlett had realized, she had given up Naya’s peace to join the punks, which she remembered was the most despicable, bottommost clique of the high school food chain. She breathed in quickly through her noise before letting out a puff of breath, preparing herself for the oncoming fight that was bound to blow up the whole restaurant.
Her suspicions were confirmed when Naya seemed to notice her, straying from her path towards the counter towards standing in front of Scarlett. “I’d say that I’m surprised to see you here, but I’d be lying if I did,” she had said, snarkily, the trademark smirk spreading across her lips. Scarlett rolled her eyes, already prepared for the taunting about her eating habits – Naya had always been the most weight-conscious friend she’d had, being on the Cheerleading squad and all required some massive diets initiated on the whole team. Her tone of voice made Scarlett want to grind her teeth, her condescending, undermining tone and the way she spoke to her, Scarlett wondered how she was able to stand her for the past year. She slipped the earbuds out of her ears, pausing the song on her iPod and slipping it back into her pocket, her movements slow and deliberate before she decided to respond to Naya. Was it worth it to waste her breath on who she thought was one of the most bitchiest cheerleaders ever? Probably not. But did she want to? Of course she did, responding was just too tempting. Besides, not everyone could be perfect, and Scarlett was nothing close to perfect, so instead of walking away, like a perfect, kind person would do, Scarlett put on her own smirk.
Scarlett sized her up, examining her outfit, studying her intently, and staring down Naya. Oh, Scarlett could dress just like her, and even better, coming from the Cunninghams, an extremely rich family. “Funny, I didn’t realize slut was in style this season,” she answered, scoffing, crossing her arms over her chest. [/style] |
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Post by nayaherrera on Jun 28, 2012 14:54:03 GMT -5
Naya rolled her eyes, the same condescending smirk still residing on her face. ”Well maybe if you had known, you wouldn’t look as awful as you do now.” she said, sizing the girl up once more. Her eyes narrowed slightly. ”It is exhausting to look at you.” said Naya, who’s tone of voice sounded as if she was offended that Scarlett had inconvenienced her by showing up to Fresco’s and forcing her to look at her. She folded her hands in front of herself. ”So what did you get today, Miss Scarlett? Five plates of spaghetti? A full serving of bread sticks?” Naya asked tilting her head to side, sarcastically quizzical.
“What are you trying to do here? Gather enough food for your hibernation this winter?” Naya’s tone was ever-sarcastic and it was clear that found her remarks rather amusing. They were low blows, that she knew, but she didn’t care. This was the way she communicated with people daily. It was often viewed as comical—as long as her “funny” remarks weren’t aimed at you.
”Oh, or is it more like a caterpillar/cocoon deal? Like you look awful now, but after consuming all those carbs, you hide away for awhile and then come out looking like an actual normal person who bathes?” she said even more sarcastically this time. Her dark eyes were wide with fake curiosity and her full lips parted in a slight ‘O’ as if she was surprised, eager to hear more. ”Glad I don’t have to do that. I look great and clean all the time,” Naya said, pushing some hair of her face. ”Sorry I can’t say the same for you. I can, however, help you pick out your clothes next time you shop because you are seriously lacking any sense of what looks good.”
Anyone who saw this exchange between the girls would probably be a little shocked at Naya’s behavior and demeanor. She wasn’t just a bitch, she was a mega bitch. She didn’t have any qualms about bringing up someone’s insecurities or insulting them back to back.
She called it brutal honesty, Naya De Luca style. Even her loving older brother, who had Naya on a pedestal twenty-four seven, would sometimes comment on her vicious attitude and tell her to take it easy. Naya refused. Being a class A bitch was much too fun to all of the sudden become a nice girl. Bad bitches have more fun, she thought.
words --- 409, sorry it's so short. :C
tagged --- meeka & her lovely scarlett c:
template --- PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
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Post by SCARLETT BETHANY CUNNINGHAM on Jun 30, 2012 20:00:26 GMT -5
YOU AND I MIGHT NOT BE THE BEST THING
[style=border-right:10px solid #8E0000; letter-spacing:0px; border-top:10px solid #8E0000; background-color:#ffffff; padding: 3px; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; line-height:9px;height:300px; overflow: auto;]Scarlett raised her eyebrows at Naya, listen to her criticize her food choices, and her outfits – something that was absolutely predictable and that she’d heard all before. Patiently, she waited for the girl’s quite annoying, screechy voice to quite her yapping for her to speak, but it sounded like this full-of-shit girl wouldn’t ever shut up. Ah, she had dealt with people like Naya before, in fact she had dealt with Naya’s all-about-her attitude, and her obvious arrogant tone, and unlike before, Scarlett wouldn’t just stand around and hear it. Scarlett snorted as she watched Naya tilt her head to the side, like a broken Barbie doll that was left on the shelves because no one wanted her, because no one likes a broken toy. “Damn, that’s quite a vocabulary you have there. I’m honestly jealous. But if I were you, I would describe myself as abominable, atrocious, or maybe even repulsive. Maybe then your meaningless comments would actually hurt.”
All Scarlett was saying was coming out of her rear end, honestly, though she did mean what she was saying, there was nothing that stopped her from reaching down and subconsciously touching her stomach, which she had to admit, was nothing close to nicely toned abs. Her face spoke nothing of this insecurity, however, her eyes still as fiery as ever, nothing in her body language that ever dared to expose herself of how she really felt inside of her. Could she help it? When society deemed being fat as even worse than being dead, how could she feel when people called her fat? But despite her thoughts, she pushed it to the back of her mind, determined not to let it show – and it didn’t. She had more important issues to deal with. Pushing the bangs that had fallen into her eyes out of her face, she stood up, facing Naya directly, eye to eye, nose to nose.
“At least I can change my eating habits, but you can’t ever change being a whore. At least I don’t have to starve myself for people to like me, because my god, your personality needs some work. But it’s okay, since I have the decency, I can give you lessons on how not to be a bitch… if that’s even possible.” Scarlett’s hands were on her hips, her voice not exactly loud, but still firm and assertive. It was the most she could do, without causing a commotion in the entire restaurant, which, if a physical fight did break out, the whole school would hear about it. And Scarlett wasn’t exactly thrilled about getting lectured about her mom, because everything that went on at school always went back to her mother. As long as she could keep what little temper she had left, and not completely blow her top, everything would be okay.
The hibernation quote could’ve been clever, if had been one fatal error, and being the quick girl she was, Scarlett caught it. Oh, Scarlett had understood what Naya meant, but when it came to girl drama like this, taking every opportunity to ridicule the other person was what you had to do. Especially since low blows seemed to be Naya’s specialty, well, Scarlett would dish out what was given to her. Scarlett rolled her eyes at the comment, her tone patronizing and sickly sweet when she began to speak again, her eyes widening as if she were teaching a little girl how to tie her shoes. “I don’t know if you’ve ever passed a Biology test before,” Scarlett started, her tone innocent. “But in case you’re wondering, hibernation is a state of metabolic depression and inactivity – which to dumb it down for you, doesn’t require animals to gather food for the winter.”
She was almost making it too easy for her, Scarlett watched her pucker her lips in an O, the obvious lip gloss meant to look seductive and sexy, but only made Scarlett think she looked skanky. Well… if the shoe fits! Scarlett felt her hands tighten in a fist behind her, though she made sure to keep it behind her, but she couldn’t help fantasizing – one simple punch would leave those doll-eyes blacker than any amount of eyeliner could ever do. But this was not a fight of the fists, this was a fight of words, and Scarlett would play to the rules. “And if I were the caterpillar, then you better watch out, because I will become a beautiful butterfly, and you’ll still be… well, you.” Scarlett looked at Naya with pity, her eyelashes fluttering as she glared at her. She continued, a bitter laugh escaping her. “You know, it’s ironic that you’re the one insulting me for being dirty, when who knows how many STDs you’ve gotten, Naya?”
And maybe people would think that Scarlett was a bitch too, but when it came to Naya – there was not a bone in her body that felt sorry. [/style] |
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