Corrupting Ms. Popular

C H A P T E R 2

I switched off the lights as I left my room and I started making my way to the kitchen. I was starving and I wasn't going to eat take outs again. I hated that stuff. Not to mention how unhealthy it was, which would result in Mum changing my diet-again.

I hopped into the kitchen and saw Dad sitting at the island counter with Will and they were eating. Mum was already busy with the dishes and I opened the refrigerator and pulled out the chicken salad that my Mum had made.

My Mum wanted me on a healthy diet so I tried to stick to it. It wasn't exactly a diet, but she wanted me to eat healthy. I sat down and kept to myself while my Dad and Will spoke about nothing in particular.

“So, honey, will you be trying out for the cheer team?”

My Dad asked-with fake interest, of course-and I smiled politely and opened my mouth to answer when Mums' voice cut through the air. I closed my mouth adruptly.

“She's not trying out, William. She'll be Captain in a week. You know our girl. She's the best.”

Dad gave me and apologetic look as Mum snapped at no one in particular and then went back to eating his dinner. My Dad wasn't much of a talker, but he understood that our Mum was very pushy and wanted perfect children. He supported her and us by giving us the support we needed to do it. But he always prioritized who needed the most support.

I ate my salad in record time and helped my Mum finish the dishes. I didn't really want to go to bed yet, but I still needed to go and finish some things for tomorrow, so I guess I wouldn't really be going to bed now, either way.

“So, the neighbour and I had a lovely conversation today. She has a son around the same age as Will. His name is Liam and he is also very into sports and exercise. It is so odd, because just imagine... Will-Liam. William. It makes up your Dads name. Anyway, I invited her to invite him to jog with you guys tomorrow. He will be here at around 5:30 p.m.”

Mum informed and I saw Will clench his jaw. Jogging was our way of running away from the problems in our life. It was for us and no one else. And now she had to invite someone who we had no interest in knowing. Did she have to try and control that part of our lives too?

I clenched my jaw and forced a smile and started walking to my room. I decided to check my messages and everything since Mum had connected the Wi-Fi-bless my soul, because I had no idea how I had managed to survive without the Internet for that long.

I had messages from people saying how they missed me and that they wish I didn't move-the people who kissed my ass everyday and messages that called me a w***e and a spoiled b***h-the people who were honest.

I prefered the second kind. That way I didn't have fake people hanging around me. And strangely enough, the honest ones were the people I would rather associate myself with, even though they came off as rude more often than not. But I appreciated honesty.

I walked into my room and flicked on the light switch and I looked at the room across the yard and tried not to notice how the structure was similar to mine. The house was a lot smaller but also three stories high.

It had windows running along the entire wall, but only from about waist level up and it looked like the room was a lot bigger than mine and clearly dirtier. I turned around and picked up the box that had my decorations in it.

I wasn't in much of a mood to do anything, but I had things that needed to be done for my morning to run smoothly. I didn't need my Mum to jump down my throat for running late.

I picked up the clothing rack and attached it inside the one cabinet door, since it would be out of sight but not out of mind. I took out a pair of Adidas joggers and an Adidas shirt and running shoes...

I put them neatly in place and sighed as I turned to the other bags. There were so many bags. It almost scared me-but I knew that Mum would handle it.

I grabbed a Top Shop bag and I took out the white top I had bought that had a corset design near the top. I broke off the tag and folded the shirt neatly.

I got one of the Just Jeans bags and took out a light ripped skinny jeans and also folded it. I gabbed a pair of matching white lingerie and I put them in the top drawer in the bathroom.

I took the pyjamas I bought and went to do everything I needed to do-washing my hair, shaving, etcetera and etcetera.

The set of pyjamas I was going to wear had a turquoise shirt and the short was pink with turquoise polka dots and pink lace at the bottom.

I wasn't looking forward to school tomorrow, because then being perfect would have to start-not that it really even stopped. The pressure was always there. It came with the disapproving stares, the disgusted sneers, the gossip. It was everywhere...

I left the bathroom and put a pair of socks along with my white and black Superstars in the drawer with the clothes.

I got out the black studded schoolbag I bought and put all the things I had bought for school in there and I couldn't have been happier when I had finished everything I needed to do.

When I got into bed I sighed as I stared out at the night sky. Hopefully tomorrow would be a good day.

I walked towards the exit of the house. Mum and Dad were out on a date and Lexi was sleeping over to spend time with Will and I.

But as I walked towards the backyard I got this uneasy feeling in my stomach. I could hear Lexi muttering and I could hear muffled mumbles.

The more my brain screamed to run away the more I wanted to go outside. It was like something was pulling me towards the backyard.

I pushed open the door and I tried screaming when someone clamped their hands around my mouth.

I could feel my heart rate increase as panic settled into my body. I felt my limbs go numb and it felt like I couldn't support my body.

I saw that Lexi was tied to the rail with some type of wire and Will had a dirty cloth in his mouth with his hands and legs tied behind his back.

I started struggling, because I knew something wasn't right. I needed to get away.

“Now, now, Olivia. This is no way to treat an old friend.”

I froze when I heard his voice and I felt a chill go down my spine. It was him. Of all people it was him...

I woke up with a gasp and I raised my hands to my mouth and touched my chest to calm my racing heartbeat. My body was damp with sweat and my hair was plastered to my forehead.

It was a dream.

Just a dream.

I repeated to myself even though I knew it was nothing close to a dream...

It was a memory...