here comes trouble | jesse

[Holly Angel Citerone]

It was nearly impossible for anyone that didn’t know Holly Citerone to be able to tell that she wasn’t a gift from God. She seemed literally perfect, and effortlessly so, all the time. The Senior girl liked to give off that impression because she always thought the first step to achieving perfection was to believe in yourself. It really had worked so far. She woke up every morning and told herself how simply amazing she was at everything she tried to do. That motivation got her on Student Council, the cheerleading squad, and a charity organization for Newport’s local charity foundation. It was only further proved by her terrible days when nothing went wrong. If she woke up too late, her make up wouldn’t be done correctly. That would make her feel not as pretty as she usually did, and it threw off the entire balance of her day. Still, those days happened, even if they were rare. She hated not feeling like she was one hundred percent the best she could be. Her charisma in everything she did made her a natural born leader. Jealousy on other people’s part was very common, but she even tried to make sure she didn’t sink that low. It would be worse if she weren’t such a nice girl to begin with. Then maybe it would be easier to hate her, despite her never having actually done anything to purposely harm somebody else’s well being. It truthfully was sickening to watch her practically glide through life without a single stress (a fact clearly shown by her flawless skin). It wasn’t just her though. Her best friends were almost clones of her, just as simply perfect as she was. They were those girls that everyone loved to hate. And hate them everyone did, without a second thought.

Not a second thought to how life for the perfect people wasn’t ever as perfect as it seemed. Holly, for example, hated her home life. Ever since her mother left and her father remarried Barbie, things had been terrible. She’d been slowly slipping away from her Daddy, she was constantly disagreeing with Hunter, and it was nearly impossible to even tolerate Ashlee. Holly chalked the last one up to two teenagers fighting, since it was relatively recent that her father’s new bride was just that: a teenager. All this trouble only made Holly want to stay away from her home more, which meant she spent more time out improving herself. There were three places she spent all her time these days: school, the tanning salon, and MacCaulley’s Fitness. She seemed to be getting more and more amazing with each passing day, as a distraction from everything wrong with her life. It wasn’t as if she was some poor little rich girl, crying out for attention. It was the exact opposite.. She just wanted everything to go back to normal, and ignoring her problems seemed like the best way. It seemed like a cowardly thing to do, considering the circumstances, but she’d gone beyond caring. Nothing would ever change unless she tried to make it, but she couldn’t. Holly had thought of every way possible to get her real mom to come home. She figured that if her mom came home, her dad would leave Ashlee and their family would be whole again. It was wishful thinking on her part. But if just believing in something enough, like believing she could do anything, would make it come true, it seemed like her best bet at that point. She was praying that luck would just fall into her hands and she’d repair her broken family.

Just as expected, it was a Tuesday afternoon, and her schedule was booked. School was over by now, and she was with her private tutor in the tutoring center. It was nothing big and extravagant, just another Senior who had nothing better to do with his time. This particular Senior boy had happened to have a crush on Holly since the tenth grade, so this was his way of getting close to her. She didn’t mind, as long as she was gaining some sort of intelligence along the way. Today’s subject was literature, and they were doing Shakespeare’s ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream.’ Easy stuff, so she was zoned out for most of the lesson. After she’d said goodbye, it was right to the tanning salon so she could get her daily twelve minutes in the stand up booth. After that, right to the gym. It had become such a daily routine that she didn’t even think twice about it anymore. She immediately went to the changing room to get changed into her workout attire. She was just there the day before and had gone through a nice exercise, so she was thinking of taking it easy on her body today. It wasn’t like there was much left to improve. Now she was just dong it to occupy time. All she could think about anymore was trying not to simply die of boredom or hatred, if either of those were possible. Even she wasn’t that dumb. Instead of heading straight for the treadmill, as per usual, she decided to do some weightlifting and call it a day. Maybe it would be nice to go home and take a nap for a change. Maybe all she needed was a nice clear head to sort out all of her problems.

Of course, that was only the plan. She’d headed for the weight training area, but it didn’t make her feel satisfied enough. It was nothing. So the treadmill was next, which got her blood pumping. Now she had steam to burn off, so she did some ab work and some cycling. Before she knew it, it was nearly six in the evening. Nearly three hours wasted at the gym. That was a weekly record. Sweat was already pouring from her skin and her hair was practically matted to her head. She threw it up in what she could only hope was a cute messy bun and went to the hallway to get a drink from the vending machine. She put the money in, got her SoBe water and downed half of it in a few seconds, leaning against the machine. It was then that she noticed a figure at the machine beside her. A smile came across her glossy lips, glossy from water of course. She reached past him and grabbed a towel from a rack. “Jesse, right?” She dabbed at her forehead. Jesse Marshall was in two of her classes, but she rarely went, so she couldn’t remember exactly what classes he was in. She did specifically remember one crucial detail about him: He was a basketball star. Newport obviously didn’t put as much effort into basketball as they did to football, but the cheerleaders were still required to cheer at the basketball games. “Aren’t you supposed to be at basketball practice right now?” She smiled warmly over at him. Everyone knew that every sports team had practice almost every night. She was surprised a new guy would skip practice, unless something happened that made it get cancelled. She held out her hand. “I’m Holly Citerone.”

notes: i've got nothing.
tag: soma/jesse
words: oh, bout twelve hundred thirty
lyrics: love drunk by boys like girls
outfit: lack thereof clothing.

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