you're welcome, masochist! timidlila

You looked at yourself in the mirror, twirling around and checking your dress.

The dress was absolutely gorgeous and perfect for summer. It was simple, white, and floral.

"Do I look okay?" You ask, glancing at the brunette sitting on your bed. She was fiddling with a Rubik's cube.

Sarah looks up, examining your appearance before smiling, "You look perfect, [Name]. He's going to love it."

That's right, you're going on a date but not with just anyone! You managed to snag a date with Joey Trotta from Regis High School.

It surprised you at first. You met him at a mutual friend's party, except you weren't expecting him find interest in you out of all people.

Joey and you were on two completely different sides of the social spectrum. While you were extroverted and very easygoing, he tend to stick with his set group of friends, despite him being popular.

You mostly saw him attached to the hip with Billy Tepper. Billy, while he was best friends with Joey, he made you nervous. He was licentious and didn't care much for his partner's feelings.

However, Joey was an enigma, which gave you a false sense of hope.

It was weird when he came up to you at Sissy Lane's party. You were surrounded by friends, some you know from the drama department at school and others from Regis High.

Trotta and his friends would usually be on the other side of Sissy's house. They'd surround themselves by dissolute and wanton type of girls that intended your school.

In fact, you've seen him on multiple occasions with Chrissy Danvers. She had luscious red hair, fair skin, and the brightest green eyes. Too bad her personality was dull and her attitude was horrid.

But at Sissy's party, he joined you and your friends. You found it incredibly odd, yet it was hard not getting lost in his beautiful brown eyes.

Sarah, on the other, hand was downright distrustful towards Billy and Joey. You'd figured it had something to do with her fallout with Jonathan "Snuffy" Bradberry.

You knew that she was too, when her smile slowly disappeared after complimenting you, "Are you sure? Trotta isn't nearly as pleasant or amorous as he seems."

You think about her words before looking back at past experiences with Joey.

It was around eleven o' clock at night, the party had just begun and the night was young. You excused yourself from your friends to go outside and get fresh air. The smell of tobacco and cigarettes was giving you a headache, you needed a break.

You sat the doorsteps of Sissy Lane's front porch, gazing at the moon. It seemed like a peaceful night, despite the loud music radiating from the house.

The front door opens and shuts as quickly, you look behind to see Joey Trotta. Originally, you decided to ignore him. He probably wasn't here to talk to you.

You were soon proven wrong as he sits next to you on the steps of the porch leading into the house.

"Hey." Joey speaks to you, appearing unperturbed, unlike you. You felt incredibly flustered, why was he talking to you?

"Um, hi." You reply back quickly, feeling more awkward by the moment. What happened to your usual outgoing self?

But Joey was unfazed by your embarrassment, instead he questioned you, "What are you doing out here?"

You look away, hoping that would lessen your unsettlement, "I was getting a headache from the loud music and smoke. I need a break, y'know?"

Joey nods, "Yeah, same here. Sometimes the party scene isn't really my scene but I come to make Billy happy. If it wasn't for that, I'd be holed in my room drawing."

You raised your eyebrows, feeling skeptical, "You draw?"

"What? You don't believe me?" Joey queried, waiting for your reply. Something compelled you to look into his eyes, despite your embarrassment. His eyes were truly astonishing to you.

"I never said that. I just wasn't expecting it, you give 'bad boy' vibes." You answered, breaking away from the gaze you two shared.

"I definitely am, not a bad boy, but an artist. In fact, you'd be the perfect muse. Especially when you're so gorgeous." He voiced to you with a little smirk embellishing his face.

"You're kissing up, Trotta." You jested, a light blush and smile gracing your face.

"I'm not lying, [Name]." He asserted, keeping up the playful attitude.

After that night, you realized that he already knew your name.

The two of you eventually went inside together but never parted. For him being popular and you being an extrovert, the two of you spent the time together being wallflowers.

The conversations you had with him were always entertaining. Sometimes he'd talk about stupid shit he'd do with the rest of his friends, led by Billy before digressing to talk about art. You might've been a skeptic before, but seeing how passionate he was, you believed he was truly an artist.

In return, you'd talk about the recents plays you've done and what plays you would like to participate in.

"You're Cinderella? That's neat." He extolled, raising his voice for you to hear him over the loud music.

"I sure am, will you come to see me?" You asked, feeling hopeful. You met him at Sissy's party and just began socializing with him but you couldn't help to feel infatuated.

You weren't sure if it was his mannerisms, the tone of his voice, or smooth talk but you were falling hard too fast.

"Of course." He replied.

Joseph Trotta kept his promise and he watched his girl's performance. By then, he hadn't officially asked you out but you heard that he coined you as his girl towards his friends.

It made your heart flutter ridiculously. You're his girl.

On his free time, away from the gang, he'd take you out to places. The first date you had with him was at the park. He sketched you in his notebook by a huge water fountain, then he took you out for ice cream.

But your favorite date was the third date, especially when he showed you his notebook at a small coffee shop.

You had truly became his muse, there was vast amounts of sketches of you, doing daily tasks or just portraits.

By then, you were sure you were in love with Joey.

"I think I love you, Joey." You announced, looking up from the notebook and at him across from the small table you two sat at.

He smiles widely, it seemed so genuine, "I love you too, [Name]."

The two of you shared a kiss across the table. You were his girl, his muse, his inspiration.

Which is why you thought Sarah was fretting over nothing.

Looking at yourself in the mirror once last time, you turn to your friend, "I think I'll be okay, Sarah."

Joey wanted to meet up at the park. Apparently he was planning a picnic or something, either way, you were excited.

Sarah drops you off at the park in her small and adorable Volkswagen Beetle.

"Are you sure, [Name]?" Sarah asks once more, looking slightly tense.

"I'm fine, trust me." You reassured with a big smile, hoping that would calm her down.

Joey isn't that bad!

Sarah responds with a small smile before driving off.

After your best friend's departure, you head the usual waiting spot -- a huge tree by the grass field.

It was already 4:00 PM when you were dropped off. Joey wanted to do a picture of you and the sunset in the background.

But as your watch ticked, the sun gradually fell. By then, you felt mixed emotions varying from worry, sadness, and angry.

Where on Earth was Joseph Trotta?

You decided to get up and leave the spot by the tree, heading towards the cafe, which had a payphone inside.

Your makeup was smudged, making you look closer to resembling a raccoon and you were pretty sure you gained a grass stain on your dress. But as you continued walking down the sidewalk and across the road to the cafe, a huge wave of uneasiness came over you.

What if there was a reason why Sarah seemed so concerned? Did she know something you didn't?

The plaza where the cute and cozy cafe was located at came closely to view. You decided to call Joey and see what his deal was. Perhaps call Sarah afterwards to pick up and have a girls' night.

As you entered the cafe, the usual baristas seemed worried at your appearance, which was suspicious. They usually greeted you and Joey with huge grins and asked if you wanted the usual.

You awkwardly smile at one of the baristas, heading towards the section of the cafe that hold the payphone.

But then you noticed something, in fact, someone from the corner of your eye.

Stopping and getting the full look made your stomach drop. You blinked a few times, trying register what you were viewing.

Across from your direction, sitting in a booth, was your Joseph Trotta and Chrissy Danvers.

He had his sketch notebook along with him, glancing up at the redheaded girl across him to sketch her details.

What the actual fuck?

You felt a wave of pain come to you, feeling anguished and livid at the pair across the cafe.

Before you could think about it, you march across the cafe, crossing your arms and standing in front of the pair.

Chrissy notices you first, her bright green eyes widening at your sudden appearance.

Joey, who was still peering down at his notebook, hadn't noticed you yet. You figured that he assumed you were a waiter or something.

"Joseph, what are you doing here with Danvers?" You roared in angry, quickly catching the brunet boy's attention.

"[Name]..." He droned on, surprised to see you as well.

"Don't look so surprised, Trotta. Remember the date you stood me up for? Apparently it was the redhead's turn today!" You scoffed, growing more and more angry. How long was this going on?

"Look, it isn't what it seems, baby." He urged, standing up to comfort you. Hell no, Trotta.

"No, it's exactly what it seems. I'm not YOUR girl, I'm ONE of your girls. I thought I meant something to you!" You crowed, backing away from him.

You don't want him touching you. You don't know who else he's touched with those hands and said the same sappy shit to.

You supposed that Joey acted like an enigma to girls to lure them in. The only people that might truly know him just might be his best friends.

He looks at you, becoming more amused by your statement before letting out a chuckle, "You didn't really think I cared, did you?"

You don't answer, your throat tightens from holding back tears. Where the hell did the boy you love go?

He takes your silence as an answer and continues, "Someday, I'm going to look back at this moment and laugh. Because you really believed everything I told you. I have to say, [Name], you're the one person that I enjoyed tricking the most. Because you really bought it."

You laugh back, the tears finally running down your cheeks, "Congratulations, Trotta, you really made a fool out of me. For a second there, I really thought we were something special. Silly me."

You didn't bother looking back at Chrissy's appalled face, along with the other costumers, at the cafe as you walked away from Joey Trotta and his bullshit.

You were crying as you reached the payphone and dialed Sarah's number.

You two were going to have a long girls' night, ranting about the boys at Regis High.

Not only was Joey Trotta an artist, but he was a master at acting. Foolish you for falling for the act!

authors note:

The word count is 1953 words. Truthfully, I don't Joey is actually nearly this cruel but Lila is the angst hoe and requested this. This was pretty fun to write, I'll have to admit. I apologize for any grammar, punctuation, or spelling errors. It's eleven minutes pass midnight and I'm tired.