4. Mila
Mila
Dear Diary,
My life ended today. Officially ended. Like, I cried so many tears that I thought I was going to cause a flood in my room.
I was going to be solely responsible for the end of the Earth.
Noah wasn’t going to be able to build an ark to survive the flood I was going to cause.
Why did my life end, you ask? Why? Why? Why?
I found out that Ryker Walker has a girlfriend.
And that, as he said to Parker, she has the “biggest tits” he’s ever seen on a girl.
And he knows they are real. Can you believe that?
I was shocked. He’s there at college playing with girls’ boobs, and I’m here, basically telling Harry I can’t go to homecoming with him because I’m saving myself for my true love.
And my true love isn’t even thinking about me.
I hate Parker, too. He was encouraging Ryker.
He even asked Ryker if she was a good fuck.
I nearly went and told my mom, but then Parker would know I’d been listening at his door, and then maybe he and Ryker wouldn’t come over so often.
Anyway, that’s my life now. Ryker is going to marry some girl with big boobs, and I’m going to be alone for the rest of my life.
As long as it lasts, anyway. I swear my tears will be the end for everybody.
Mila
XOXO
P.S. I’m thinking about getting breast implants, but only if Ryker doesn’t marry his college slut of a girlfriend.
Friday, One Week Ago
“I’m sorry I was late,” Lara said from the back seat as soon as Ryker got out of the car to go and get Barbie. “Why did he have such an attitude?” she whispered, her dark brown eyes curious.
“You know Ryker.” I rolled my eyes and looked back at her. “He’s as melodramatic as a girl.”
“Hey, I take offense to that,” Lara said. She leaned back in the seat and stretched before continuing. “You are not going to believe the outfit I got. It is hot, hot, hot.”
“Well, I hope it’s not the same outfit that I got.” I grinned. “That would be weird.”
“I can’t believe that you’re going to seduce him. With his girlfriend still in the picture,” Lara said, her jaw slack as her eyes sparkled. “This is going to be a crazy weekend.” She paused. “Notice anything different?”
“Different?” I said, unsure what she was talking about, and then I noticed her long, silky black hair hanging straight down her back. “Oh, my God, your hair! What did you do to it?”
“I got a keratin treatment.” She beamed. “That’s why I was really late; don’t tell Ryker. If he knew I was getting my hair done and shopping, he’d have a fit.” She smoothed her hand down her hair. “Doesn’t it feel silky?” She leaned forward, and I ran my fingers through her locks.
“Wow, yeah,” I said, impressed. “You didn’t want to be curly this weekend?” Lara had gorgeous curly hair, and I was always jealous that I couldn’t get my straight hair to have any wave or curl.
“Well, I’m not supposed to get it wet for at least forty-eight hours, but it might get curly if we go skinny-dipping in the lake. Parker and me.” She giggled. “Not you and me.”
“Duh.” I rolled my eyes and shuddered. “And that’s gross, by the way.”
“It’s totally not gross.” She grinned. “I told my parents that we were going to the lake this weekend, and my mom just winked at me.”
“Oh, funny,” I said. I was envious of the relationship she had with her mom.
“And let’s be real, Parker and I would have such cute kids.”
“Lara!” I raised an eyebrow at her. “You’re supposed to be the reasonable one.”
“I am! Well, most of the time.” She leaned back, and I stared at her golden caramel complexion affectionately and jealously.
“You look like you’re glowing,” I said. “Makeup, or have you been in the sun?”
“Oh, it’s some glow stick I got at Sephora.” Her eyes sparkled at me. “I wanted to make sure I looked my best.” Her eyes narrowed at my outfit. “I guess you had a change of mind.”
“No.” I laughed. “A change of plan, but not a change of mind.”
“We’re so bad.”
“Would we have it any other way?” I smirked, and then she leaned forward.
“No. I blame it on the Italian blood in both of us.”
“Yeah, I would agree.” I grinned. “It’s the crazy Italiano.”
“Yup.” She nodded. Lara’s father was second-generation Italian, and her mother was from Guyana, a country situated on the continent of South America, just south of the Caribbean.
She’d gotten the best qualities from both parents and was gorgeous.
Men used words like “exotic” to describe her, but she hated that term.
As far as she was concerned, her looks weren’t as important as her brains.
Though I don’t think any of the guys she dated cared about her brains.
“By the way, the Troy idea was epic,” Lara said in a low voice. She leaned even closer to me and whispered, “It sounded like Ryker was pissed.”
“Oh, he was so pissed.” I grinned. “I just wish that Troy was real.”
“About that…” Lara looked sheepish. “I have something to tell you.”
“What?” I asked her suspiciously.
“I did something that will make everyone believe that Troy is real.”
“What did you do?” I asked, but then I hushed her as I saw Ryker and Barbie approaching the car.
Troy disappeared from my mind, and my stomach dropped when I got a look at her.
She was beautiful, almost like a picture-perfect Cinderella princess.
Why did she have to be so good-looking? I was starting to doubt that I could convince Ryker to be with me when he had someone like her. Grr, why did he have someone like her?
“Hi,” I said, with a wide—albeit fake—smile to the buxom blonde as she got into the back seat.
“Hi,” she said, her face looking sour.
“I’m Mila.”
“Like Mila Kunis?” She looked up at me with interest.
“Well, I guess, but I’m just Mila.”
“Not Mila Kunis?” Barbie asked me, and I shot Ryker a look of surprise. Okay, maybe it was more a cross between “Who is this dumbass?” and “I’m really trying to be nice here.”
“No, just Mila,” I said. “What’s your name?”
“Barbie,” she said, and flicked her long blond hair.
“As in Barbie and Ken?” I deadpanned, but she just looked back at me with a dumb expression.
“Hi, I’m Lara, Mila’s best friend,” Lara spoke up next, her voice seemingly happy to be meeting peroxide Barbie.
“Mila Kunis’ best friend?” Barbie asked her, looking excited, and Lara looked at me with mirth in her eyes, shaking her head.
“I’m afraid not. I don’t know Mila Kunis or any Hollywood stars, to be honest.”
“Oh, you just said you’re Mila’s best friend.” Barbie looked confused.
“She’s talking about me,” I said with attitude in my voice. “The Mila you just met.”
“Oh.” Barbie looked at me with a bored expression. “I see.”
“I’m not sure you do,” I said under my breath as I watched Ryker get back into the car, his expression not giving his thoughts away.
“Everyone okay?” he asked with a smile, and I looked away from him. I had nothing to say. I didn’t want to seem like I had sour grapes, but I had no idea what he saw in Barbie.
“Ken, honey, I thought I was going to be sitting in the front seat with you?” Barbie said in a soft, sweet voice.
I turned around to face the window so that no one could see the look on my face.
Barbie and Ken, my ass. I bit my lower lip to stop from laughing, then Ryker spoke up, and I turned around.
“Aw, sorry, babe,” he said in a tone I’d never heard before.
My jaw almost dropped as I listened to him and then saw Barbie’s face looking all lovey-dovey.
I was confused as I looked at her almost angelic face.
What had happened to the sour-faced shrew who had been talking to Lara and me?
Barbie was looking like a different person as she batted her big blue eyes at Ryker.
I bit on my lower lip as I stared at her, all beautiful and flowery, and waited for Ryker to ask me to switch seats with his latest paramour.
“But, babe?” She pouted, sucking on her lower lip as she gazed at Ryker.
“Aw, next time,” Ryker said and gave me a quick wink. “Mila isn’t the sort of girl who likes to give up the front seat.”
“Yeah, I’m not.” I looked at Barbie with a small smile and a shrug. “I’m sure Mila Kunis doesn’t like to give up her seat either, if that helps.” Barbie’s lips twisted at my words, and I turned back around and turned on the radio. “Let’s go, James,” I said to Ryker. “We don’t want to be late!”
The drive up to the lake house was pretty quiet. Normally, Lara and I chattered about what we were going to do, but we were both lost in our own thoughts.
“So, when will Parker arrive?” Lara asked as we pulled off the exit. We were about ten minutes away from the cabin, and I knew everyone was ready for us to arrive.
“He said tomorrow morning. He’ll join us for breakfast,” Ryker answered as he drummed his fingers against the steering wheel. “When will Troy be arriving, Mila?” He looked at me casually, and I smiled sweetly. That jackass knew that there was no Troy arriving.
“He’s going to call me tonight and let me know,” I answered.
“Who’s Troy?” Barbie asked, speaking for the first time since we’d left. She’d spent most of the trip playing with her hair and looking at herself in her compact mirror.
“Troy is Mila’s boyfriend,” Lara spoke up. “And I think he’ll be her fiancé soon.”
I wanted to groan out loud at Lara’s words. I knew she thought she was helping me, but I knew that what she was actually doing was digging me into an even deeper hole.
“You have a boyfriend?” Barbie said with a look of disdain on her face. I knew I didn’t look my best, but there was no need for her to be so rude.
“Yes,” I said stiffly and looked at Ryker, who had a weird smirk on his face. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing,” he said, and then I felt his hand on my knee for a second. “Absolutely nothing.”
“Hmm,” I said, but didn’t get into it further with him.
“So how’s business, Richie Rich?” Lara asked Ryker, changing the subject.