I wish I was the same.
Sherri is model thin with legs that go on for miles, beautiful red hair that reaches mid back and a smile that lights up a room. She’s the girl all the guys want to know and all the girls hate, turning heads wherever she goes and doesn’t even notice.
Meanwhile I’m shorter with wide hips and a backbreaking bust that I got from my mum. The only thing I’m thankful for is my trim waist. I inherited my dad’s chocolate brown hair and matching eyes, which my mum reminds me of daily with a hurl of insults that I’m his spawn.
Dad died 3 months ago after a long battle with cancer. I want to say we had the perfect relationship and I moved in with him because I loved him, but me and dad never really clicked. He never wanted kids, but an accident with my mum back in secondary school meant he became a father much younger than he intended. Don’t get me wrong, he was never an abusive parent, but he wasn’t ever there for me either. Him passing meant I had nowhere to go but to move back home.
Walking through the throngs of people I find Sherri at the drinks table making a vodka cranberry for herself, seeing me she passes me a cup and adds a good amount of rum and coke without me even asking “Bottoms up. Let’s get merry!” she says, knowing I need some liquid courage right about now.
Downing my drink, she drags me over to the dancefloor, Something I can get on board with at this party.
Dancing has always been my safe haven, I’ve loved it ever since I could remember picking up my first Walkman and getting lost in the music. I used to go to the local youth centre to dance when being at home wasn’t safe, I’d end up staying there most of the night…. locked away in the hall with my stereo and my pain.
Swaying my hips to some crappy pop song, I start to loosen up, letting the beat flow through my body. Until a pair of arms come around my middle, feeling breath at my ear making me stiffen “Easy baby girl, it’s just me” Brady….. I missed him almost as much as I missed Sherri, other than her, he’s been my best friend forever. Turning in his arms I look up at his big cheesy grin and give him one of my own while wrapping him in a hug that could crush a bear “Braids! It’s so good to see you” pulling back to look at him it becomes apparently clear that someone has been hitting the gym while I’ve been away. He is still just as handsome as ever with his big 6ft2 stocky frame, dirty blond hair and the kindest eyes I’ve ever seen. Brady is a real heart breaker, if I didn’t see him as an annoying brother, he could probably do it for me. But alas, my heart only beats for one man.
One who threw it away.
“I missed you so much babe! I can’t believe you’re back at last. DO NOT and I repeat DO NOT leave again you hear me” he pleads, it breaks my heart that I hurt him, I wasn’t thinking when I left, I only thought about getting as far away as possible. “I’m sorry Braids, you know why I had to get out of here for a while. I just couldn’t sit here and watch him move on with someone else” Even bringing up what happened makes my heart hurt, Brady knows why I left, and he knows not to bring it up, “I know, I know and I kinda hate him a little for it, but I’m so glad you are back. The estate has been boring without my girl” he smiles, “You had Sherri” I say knowingly with a grin. Brady has had a thing for Sherri since year 8, but he never does anything about it, no matter how many times I say he should. “Yeh well we have a bigger problem right now and that problem looks like he wants to rip my head off for dancing with you” Brady warns. Turning my head, I catch a sight I was hoping to avoid tonight.
Reid Doyle, the star of my fantasies and nightmares sitting on the sofa…. staring at me. Why does he have to be so good looking! Can’t he be a pimply ogre. But he’s the furthest from that, he’s every girls dream.
Messy black hair? check
Big muscular body? check
Bad boy tattoos covering both arms? check
Two deep blue eyes you could stare into all day? Check check
Those beautiful eyes are currently glaring in my direction, I’ve never seen them hold so much hate, up until two years ago they only showed love when they were on me.
“Let’s make him jealous shall we?” Brady grins spinning me so my back is to his chest, holding me close as we sway to the music. Now I’m turned around, all I can see is Reid, He looks ready to blow a gasket. I almost fold in half when I see a tanned arm go around his neck attached to a blond bimbo who lands on his lap, The girl kisses the hell out of his face while her tiny slutty skirt rides up to give everyone a preview of the barely there underwear she thankfully put on. When she comes up for air I recognise her as Tiffany Williams, the bane of my existence. Tiff has always been a grade A bitch, she was the most popular girl back in school, with her curves in all the right places and toxic personality. I look away, not wanting to see this happen all over again, I watched it happen that night with Stacy, and it broke me.
When Brady
