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5 : Plan No.1

As Trudy stepped out of the West's extremely poor property for her luxurious standards, she couldn't recoil her rage.

Hannah West had stepped out of line for too many times, but for her to kick Trudy out of the house that Trudy's outfit alone was more expensive than was too much. The woman acted as if Trudy's mere presence didn't honor her, and that was not an everyday occurrence, especially with all the credit cards that were stocked in her Calvin Klein wallet that made all the wannabes - like Hannah West - kiss all the way up her ass and lick back.

Fishing out the keys from her Louis Vuitton bag, she unlocked the door to her Lamborghini and slipped inside. Her precious car was a head turner, and Trudy craved every glance. She loved seeing envy in the eyes of others. Although, she sometimes wished it was aimed at her and not her wealth.

As if on cue, the second she closed the door, her gold iPhone rang. A photo of a tanned, grinning guy with curly hair was displayed. The name Justin Harvard was on top. Trudy bumped her head on the steering wheel, grunting in frustration.

Justin was rich alright, his family owning Harvard University. He was nice, caring, and from the same social class as her - the kind of guy that her family would love. However, she couldn't see herself with him for solely that reason. She only dated him because he had eyes for Evangeline, and not her. It was merely an ego thing. She wanted to prove to herself that she was better than Eva. Besides, the guy was cute, and a convenient college plan, so what was the harm in dating him?


Wrong, Trudy scolded herself. Not only was he a possessive and an overly jealous boyfriend, but a clingy one too. There was nothing worse to Trudy than that combination in a person.

Hesitantly, Trudy picked up in the last ring. After all, he was still a good college plan.

"Hey, babe." Justin's cheerful voice beamed, "Guess what I'm doing right now."

Trudy cringed at the pet name. "What?"

"Whoa." Justin was taken aback by her harsh tone. "Is something wrong?"

Yeah, Trudy thought, Your existence in my life.

Trudy took a deep breath. "No," she forced the word, "I'm just on my period." She was PMSing, so, technically, she wasn't lying.

"Oh." Justin gave an awkward silence. "Anyways, as I was saying. I'm doing a religious study, and I thought of you while reading this; God darkened those with hard feelings."

He did not just say that, Trudy thought, her hands balling on their own. She couldn't believe he was insulting her like that, and with something she couldn't control; her skin tone. Fuck college plans, she thought, especially when they involved disgusting, racist people.


"Don't talk to me." she spat on the phone, "And don't call me again."

Justin stammered awkwardly. "Is-... Is this a period thing, or...?"

Trudy reminded herself that she was collected and told herself that she would deal with this like adults. So, she took a deep inhale and kept her voice as levelled as possible. "I don't think we work, Justin."

She was ready for a blow up, for him to yell and curse at her, calling her names even, or in the best case scenario, him to hang up on her. To her surprise, Justin laughed. "Babe," he wheezed out, "You don't mean that. Stop saying all these silly things."


"I mean it, Justin," she said flatly.

"No, you don't. This is your period talking," he dismissed, "You know what? How about I come see you? I'm sure you could use some company, and chocolate."

Trudy felt him grinning. His voice was so uplifting it sickened her. She couldn't understand how someone could be so happy and chirpy all the damn time. However, chocolate didn't seem so bad at that moment. "Okay," Trudy gave in, "Meet me at my house."


"Great," Justin chirped, "You know; I could use some chocolate myself - you."

He didn't just- ugh! Trudy didn't bother replying this time. She hang up on him.

It took her five minutes to drive from Evangeline's middle-class street to her luxurious one. She couldn't believe how the surroundings changed within the span of few moments, but she wasn't about to complain about her neighbors' - and her own - financial state.

As she was about to drive through the gate, she glimpsed Justin sitting on her house's Concrete Aalto Doorstop, waiting for her. How did he get here so fast? she wondered. She didn't dwell on it any longer as she pulled over and parked her precious Lamborghini.

Justin was already standing next to her before she even stepped out of the car. He leaned in for a steamy I-missed-you kiss, but Trudy quickly dodged it and spun her head, getting a wet clash of lips on her cheek instead. Disgusting.

Justin frowned his thick eyebrows, his big, doe eyes glistening with worry. "What's the matter?" he asked. He waved a plastic bag filled with boxes of Godive, Vosges, and La Madeline au Truffe. "I got your chocolate,"

Trudy snatched the bag from his hands, already stepping away and ditching him. He shocked her when he - with no prior permission - grabbed her arm and yanked her back to him. She tripped, almost breaking her Louis Vuitton heels, but he caught her.

Justin smiled his seductive smile, but Trudy thought it was retarded. "Aren't you even gonna thank me?" he whispered in her ear, purposely letting his hot breaths caress her earlobe. Trudy shuddered, not from sexual frustration but discomfort.

Justin smirked, satisfied with her reaction. He thought his lame move worked on her. His mouth moved from her ear to her mouth, being so close to it. "How about a kiss?" With that, Justin smacked his lips on hers, and basically devoured her face.

Trudy recoiled. She stepped on his foot with her high-heeled boots and hit his family jewels with her knee, thankful for taking self-defense classes. Trudy threw the bag of chocolate on the ground, all the while glaring at him. "I did not allow you to do that," she spat, "Don't touch me again."

With a toss of her shiny, wavy hair, she flaunted to her mansion, confidence radiating from her. Justin's doe eyes widened in horror as he ran after her, only this time, he didn't dare lay a finger on her.

"Wait," Justin called, "Please."

Trudy barely glanced at him, which was enough to see the desperation in his doe eyes. She stopped in her tracks, feeling sympathy for him. "What?"

"We're not over, right?" he said, "I mean, we're just fighting, and every couple deals with that. Besides, you're on your period, so you're... moody." Justin chose his words carefully. "Which means you're extra agitated, and-"

Trudy didn't wait to hear more. She went on walking.

"Wait. Please," he begged, "I love you."

Now that caught Trudy's attention. It was the first time anyone said the L-word to her, other than the fake ones from her mushy grandparents and annoying parents. Even though she would've appreciated it more if someone else, other than Justin, said it, it still stirred something in her.

She stopped, disbelief evident on her face. "What?"

Justin sighed, his big, doe eyes looking deeply at her. "Yeah, I said it." he admitted, "I love you."

Trudy couldn't believe him. "But-... but-"

"But what?" Justin said, "I know you're not ready.
I know you probably don't feel the same way for me, but I'm gonna change that. I'm gonna prove to you that I'm worthy of your love, and that I truly love you."

Trudy's dreamy, brown eyes were captured by the sincerity in his doe eyes. "But... I'm mean to you!"

He chuckled. "I know, right? You're a tough one," Justin grabbed both of her arms gently, and stared at her widened eyes. "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. I'm here to stay, I promise you that."

For the first time, Trudy found his words comforting instead of clingy. She felt wanted and loved. The feelings so new to her that she didn't know what to say.

Justin gazed at her brown eyes. "God, I love your eyes; they're so dreamy and expanded I might as well get lost in them."

When Trudy stayed quiet, Justin's doe eyes saddened. "I'm sorry, is this too much?" he asked softly, "Am I pushing you to do something you don't want?"

Trudy was lost in his big and doe-like eyes when his words snapped her out of it. She knotted her eyebrows, shaking her head furiously. "No-"

"I know, right?" His face immediately brightened, offering his knowing smirk. "I mean, I knew every girl's dream is a serious long-lasting relationship. You should be thankful - I just made your dream come true!"

Here he goes again.Trudy rolled her snaky, brown eyes. She pushed his hands away from her arms and took a step back. "I'm going home," she stated flatly as she headed towards her three-story mansion.

Justin picked the bag from the ground. "What about this chocolate?"

She stopped, debating whether she should or not. With a grunt, she turned around. Before she could say anything, Justin smirked as he marched to her.

He brushed his fingers through her wavy hair, observing her face. "What about my chocolate?"

Forcing her face to stay neutral, she smiled sweetly. "Aren't you allergic to chocolate?"

Justin stammered. "Yeah, but-"

"I'm gonna take this," Trudy snatched the bag from his hand, her narrowed chin held high. "And I'm gonna go home."

Aiming one more death glare at her annoying boyfriend, Trudy boasted herself all the way to her house. She cringed at Justin's last words.

"I'm here to stay!"

Clingy, she thought as she stepped inside the Green's mansion and headed for the elevator to her room. Her brown eyes barely glanced at the millions of dollars worth of furniture and aesthetic pieces that were older than her grandmother, and that was saying something - the woman literally belonged to another century.

With a bored face, Trudy noticed a new painting of a creepy face holding his cheek, resembling a freaked out emoji. Trudy wondered why her parents were so interested in buying expensive paintings to decor the place when they wouldn't even be around to admire it.

When she entered her extensive - and expensive, for that matter - bedroom, her sister, Sandra, was pursing her lip as she glanced at her Chanel watch. She was waiting for her. Now that's something new.


She threw the chocolate bag on her nightstand, plopping herself on her king-sized bed. She quickly realized her mistake and straightened her posture. When she was seated, Trudy had a good look at Sandra.

In a pink, silk Gucci top and a black Alexander McQueen bag resting on her lap, Sandra was professional and on point. It made Trudy, in her oversized Natasha Zinko cropped jean jacket and Louis Vuitton leather high-heel boots, look childish and immature.

Trudy made a mental note to look for grown-up pieces next time she went shopping.

"I witnessed your little... encounter with your Harvard guy." Sandra began, straight hair in blond ends cascading down her back, "What kind of relationship are you sharing?"

So that's what it's all about, Trudy thought bitterly to herself. Sandra always referred to Justin as 'Harvard guy' or 'college boyfriend' and while it was accurate, it was also annoying. What if his family called her 'law girl' or 'lawyer girlfriend' because of her dad's company? They would be canceling all of her and focusing on her parent's wealth. However, Trudy was fast to put Sandra back in her place.

Trudy smiled at her sister, levelling her gaze. "We're in a serious, long-lasting relationship."

Sandra's eyes widened, taken aback. Trudy could swear she cought a glimpse of jealousy in her sister's black eyes, even though they were covered with turquoise blue contacts. Sandra was with Sanderson. 'Serious' and 'long lasting' weren't exactlyt the right words to describe their complicated relationship.

Sandra collected herself, holding her chin high. "So, how was your visit at Hannah's?" Sandra smirked, being well aware how much Trudy hated Hannah.

As if a switch was turned, all of Trudy's rage resurfaced. "She's such a bitch, Sandra, you have no idea!" Trudy pulled at her long hair in exasperation. "She shamelessly kicked me out. She didn't bother walk me to the door. And, to put the cherry on top, she ordered me to close the door behind me."

"It's not like you're Virgin Mary." Sandra gave a skeptical once-over, hinting to Trudy a message that was too painful to word. Sandra's turquoise blue eyes glistened as she cocked her head to the side. "Besides, why didn't Evangeline say anything? Isn't she your friend?"

"She was frozen in her spot." Trudy grunted in defeat. Her snaky, brown eyes roamed around her room; beige walls, red wooden furniture, a gigantic bathroom, and her favorite part; her walk-in closet where the walls were mirrors. Trudy felt better, finding comfort in knowing that her lifestyle was so much more luxurious than the West family.

Trudy's eyes refocused on her sister's flawless face. "I don't know for how much longer I can take this."

"If you can't stand her, then what are you still doing with her?" Sandra scoffed, "Besides, isn't she, like, broke?" Sandra used her perfectly manicured hand to toss her straight hair -that had once been wildly frizzy- over her shoulder. For Sandra, spending thousands of dollars to get her nails neatly done and her hair professionally styled was worth it. It made Sandra feel sophisticated and elegant.

Trudy glanced down at her own hands, and cringed at her chopped nails. She retreated her hands and closed them to hide the horror from Sandra. Trudy forgot to give the salon a visit to fix her nails. However, she was thankful for the soft, loose curls she spent hours that morning getting right. Trudy always wanted to be like her sister. She looked at her sister with admiration -if not a slight envy- and wished to have the same level of confidence.

"I will leave her, sis." Trudy said, "But not before I destroy her."

"Will you stop talking like a cliché villain?" Sandra pursed her red lips. Sandra's bored, turquoise blue eyes studied Trudy, curiosity leaking in them. "What's your plan?"

Trudy smiled, feeling proud with her detailed plan. "I'm gonna get her to date Zarek Black."

Sandra arched one perfect eyebrow. "She's in love with him, right?" she questioned, "Wouldn't you be helping her that way?"

"Helping her?" Trudy laughed. "You're talking like you don't know Zarek at all."

Sandra shrugged. "I know his ways, he won't settle for a girl like Evangeline."

Trudy beamed at this. "Exactly, he won't." she chirped. "Eva's mom is religious to the core, although it isn't evident in her manners." Trudy scoffed, remembering once again how rude Hannah was. "Anyways, she takes religion seriously. She would be furious when she hears that her daughter is dating, especially someone as bad as Zarek."

"Okay." Sandra nodded, her blond hair ends moving along. "But the relationship between Evangeline and her mom is already screwed. I don't think this will make any difference."

"Haven't you heard a word I've said?" Trudy rolled her brown eyes to Sandra's dislike. "The woman is religious as fuck."

Sandra cringed at her sister's language. She still ignored it. "I don't think dating would be enough. A lot of girls in Eva's age have a boyfriend, and I'm sure Eva would somehow convince her mother." Sandra reasoned. "Maybe If Evangeline lost her virginity? Now that's something that will wreck their relationship for good."

Trudy's nodded her head, thoughtful. "That will come by its own." Trudy concluded, "If I can just get Eva to date Zarek, then all the other things will follow. She'll start sneaking out, drinking -if we're lucky- and finally sleeping with him." Trudy smiled evilly. "And then he'll throw her away like his used cigarettes."

"But again," Sandra contradicted, "Zarek doesn't do girls like her. How will you get him to want her?"

Trudy waved her hand but retreated them before Sandra noticed her nails. "He already does." Trudy said, "He wants her to be his Spring Ball's date."

"The trick is to keep him interested, because easy girls turn him off." Sandra countered. "Eva is so desperately in love with him, it's pathetic."

"That's not a problem, I'll guide her through. I already chose her outfit, which was boring, and I changed her clock, making it thirty minutes earlier." Trudy shrugged. "And I already convinced her to accept his offer. Now I'll just lay back and watch."

"Well done, sis." Sandra smiled, turquoise blue eyes shining. "You made me proud."

Trudy almost blushed at her big sister's words. Her heart swelled in her chest, along with her inner insecurities. She was making her roll model proud, which was what she was aiming for when she decided to sacrifice her friendship.

hello, readers. i wanted to remind you that i'm open to criticism and feedback, even if it's as simple as correcting my mistakes or dropping smileys in the comments' section. because that will motivate the hell out of me.

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