I scowl, walking out of the coffee shop; I stopped to take a moment to examine my surroundings. It looked like any regular street in any Major city in the USA. I look to the right hoping Luciano was in walking distance, relieved to find it right next door. Fist clenched and anger boiling, I prepared myself for the first contact with the enemy. Noah is the rich, perfect guy and Nigeria's worse nightmare. Well, that was until I took over this body; now I will pay back everything he has done to her two folds.
While I had no idea what the plot was beyond the first couple chapters, I know that the result was falling in love with Noah as long as I possessed this body that would never happen. Instead, I was planning an all-out assault; this book was no longer a romance novel. No, I would be plotting sweet revenge. Hopefully, kiss and few boys, this never been kiss virgin thing waiting for Noah to acknowledge her wasn’t doing it for me.
I straighten my shirt, brush the flyaway hair back into my bun, and reapplied my lipgloss. Note to self, buy makeup; I, a 21st-century beauty, could not live on lipgloss alone. I do not know why my book counterpart did not dress to impress and show that pompous punk her true beauty, but since I am here, I feel the need to show him that I am no ugly duckling.
"Let's do this," I tell myself as I walk the short distance to Luciano. Pushing the door open, I hear the chime of the bell.
I scan the place; there were more than one group of teenagers, so I didn’t know which particular group the asshole belonged to, but I’m sure he would make himself known once he saw me. I walk up to the cashier order two slices of pizza and a tall sprite with a slice of chocolate cake. I was starving, having not eaten since dinner yesterday.
I grab the tray of food and make my way to an empty booth. Sat and dug into my pizza. I’m on my second slide when I hear a voice that gives me unwanted butterflies in my stomach.
"Hey, piggy!"From the way this body is reacting with the quicken heartbeat and goosebumps, this is Noah. I roll my eyes in disgust at book Nygeria; how can she be attracted to this asshole? So now I have to suffer while this body reacts to him.
"Nylon, don’t you hear me calling you?"My eyes shot up at him, anger flooding through my veins. Is he really calling me Nylon? Oh, he calls her everything but her name. My feelings are nothing but rage and disgust, but I can feel this body’s attraction to him coursing through me like a deadly disease. She loves him; that much is clear. But why did she leave her feelings with me? She should have taken her feelings with her when he disappeared. I scowl as I tried to focus on my pizza. Knowing he got angrier each second, I ignored him.
"Piggy," he calls again.
"Oink, oink!"
"Will you shut the fuck up!" I finally scream. "What is with you lot and you incessant talking? First, there was Stephanie, now you."
"What did you say?"I look up at him as he glares.
"I cursed; who are you? I’m trying to have lunch, and I only have…."I check my watch.
"17 minutes left."Rage fills his face as he glares at me.
"Is this a new coping method, pretending you don’t know me?" I can hear the disdain dripping in his voice.
"Why would I need to cope? Are you abusing me?"l question as shock registers on his face. I turn to ignore him; I take another bite of my pizza before I feel it being ripped from my hands.
"You’ve had enough food, pig." I’m pissed off; not only was I hunger but I can feel everything book Nygeria usually feels in moments like this. Anger, afraid, helpless but love. She loves this idiot. I stand up, annoyed with my new body again. I grab the pizza back, stuffing the entire thing in my mouth. He stares at me, mouth open. I chew slowly before swallowing, then take a long swig of my sprite.
"Ahh, that was good."
"Stuffing your face like the ugly pig you are."
"Ugly? You're calling me ugly?" I break out into fits of laughter. He stares at me as if he’s looking at an alien.
"Yes, fat and ugly and disgusting."My laughter stops as I look at him, dark brown hair, piercing brown eyes, pouty lips, and cheekbones that could cut steel. I can see why book Nygeria is attracted to him; I would have been too if he wasn’t a piece of shit.
"If I’m so fat bad ugly, why do you spend all your time thinking about me? Why do you imagine me in your arms, my lips on yours?" Surprise flashes across his face for a second before a cold glare replaces it.
"Who thinks about you? You’re just hard to ignore taking up so much space and wearing that mug you call a face everywhere you go."
"Try harder." I fold my arms and smile at him.
"What?" I groan at my quickened pulse from my smile, ignoring the stupid heart pounding in my chest. I replied.
"Try harder to ignore me or admit you want to f**k me."He stares at me in disbelief as I sip my drink. He grabs it from my hands, then grabs my shirt, pulling me an inch from his face.
"Who wants to f**k a fat slut?"My lips curl into a twisted smile.
"You do."
"You wish." He growls giving me death before he pushes me away, releasing my shirt. He walks off back to his table of friends whose eyes have been fixed on us since he announced his presence at my table.
I smile at him as he looks back, confused. I mentally give him the finger, sit back in my chair. I grabbed my fork and dug into my chocolate cake, savoring the sweet taste and small victory against Noah. While I had planned on giving a piece of my mind today, I realize I need to be more patient. After all, I’m in a new world with no friends and a whole lot of enemies. I would have to be more strategic if I wanted to be successful.
I finish the rest of my lunch, happy to find out Noah has already left. After heading back to work, the rest of my shift passes quickly as well. Off work, I grabbed my keys and purse and googled the nearest mall. While I had won the first battle with Noah, the war was far from over. Make-up and new clothes would be useful in all the battles to come.
Nygeria The weekend passed without Stephanie returning to the dorm, which worked great because I used the uninterrupted time to plan my next move. Of course, the first thing I needed to do was learn about the people at the school, so I spent most of Sunday looking through social media profiles, learning names and faces to add to the memories that the original owner of this body had. The apps here are similar to those in the real world, so finding everyone was relatively easy and lucky for me; she's a loser, so there are no close friends to keep my guard up against. I lay in bed on Sunday reading Noah's profile on a website. I know the most about him since she loves him, but you never know enough about your enemy. I read his hobbies, football, and hiking typical for a jog, although he likes poetry. I remember that was the first chapter of the novel; he liked her poems. If
Noah I sit at lunch, poking the food on my plate as I replay my last two interactions with Nygeria. She was so cold; I thought things would change after discovering how I felt about her. “Or admit you want to f**k me.” The words play over in my mind again. How does she know this? I mean, I want more than sex. I'm in love with her; I have been for a very long time, but when did she find out? Didn’t I do enough to hide it after that night at the party? The night she, I close my eyes pushing the painful memories away. Ever since that night, I’ve wanted to hate her, and I wanted her to know that I hate her, but no matter how hard I try, these feelings won’t extinguish. Every time I see her, I want to kiss her, but I can’t, so I bully her. I know better. I’m not five; I shouldn’t bully the girl I have
NygeriaI awoke to the sound of moans echoing in my room. I groaned, annoyed, as I roll over to check the time on my glow-in-the-dark clock on my desk. It’s 4:00 on a school night; you’ve got to be kidding me. She knows I have to get up in the morning for class.I let out an exasperated sigh before stuffing my face back in my pillow, trying to drown out the noise. Asking them to be quiet was not an option; I tried that once. Stephanie, my roommate, and the school’s resident mattress had laughed at me then proceeded to turn on the light and have sex right in the middle of the room. I learned that night to keep my mouth shut and suffer in silence.At least I only have to deal with this for 7 more months until I graduate from this hell hole. My only friend transferred out last year, so now I’m stuck at this prestigious boarding all alone. I’m the school’s punching bag, courtesy o
___ Present My alarm beeps at 7:45, I jump up, damn, I hit snooze too many times, and now I’m going to be late for class. I run to the bathroom, quickly shower then head back to my room. When Stephanie walks in, I’m putting on my clothes; I try to hide my body. “Ewww, piggy? Put some clothes on. Nobody wants to see that.” She screams. I quickly pull up my skirt and throw on a top; I’m used to her comments by now. When I moved in two months ago, they used to hurt and would even make me cry, but I made peace with the fact that I was a couple of pounds heavier and my stick-thin roommate was a bitch “I’m borrowing your shoes tonight, the strappy black ones.” I remain silent; it’s not like anything I say will stop her. “What, you don’t want to? You should be thankful your fat ass wears the same size as me. Why should I be grateful that she’s wearing my
Nygeria I feel cold liquid on my skin, pulling me back to consciousness. I look up as the blurry vision comes to focus; Stephanie stands over me, pouring a bottle of water on my face. This has to be a bad dream; this can’t be real. I am not in a novel getting water poured on me by the school slut. I close my eyes again, hoping to wake in my own bed, but I can still feel the water she’s pouring on me. This is real; I’m in a novel. “Stop pretending to sleep, fat bitch; I’m running out of water,” she says with a smirk. If I accept that I am in this novel, she is one of the people who would bully me. However, I am not a pushover, unlike the book version of me. I sit up as she finishes the last drop of water. “Did you call me a slut?” She asks as I am still coming to terms with being in a book. How am I going to get home? “Fat bitch, do you not hear me talking to you.” I don’t respond as I wonder how the hell I’m going to get out of this book. I’ve
Noah I sit at lunch, poking the food on my plate as I replay my last two interactions with Nygeria. She was so cold; I thought things would change after discovering how I felt about her. “Or admit you want to f**k me.” The words play over in my mind again. How does she know this? I mean, I want more than sex. I'm in love with her; I have been for a very long time, but when did she find out? Didn’t I do enough to hide it after that night at the party? The night she, I close my eyes pushing the painful memories away. Ever since that night, I’ve wanted to hate her, and I wanted her to know that I hate her, but no matter how hard I try, these feelings won’t extinguish. Every time I see her, I want to kiss her, but I can’t, so I bully her. I know better. I’m not five; I shouldn’t bully the girl I have
Nygeria The weekend passed without Stephanie returning to the dorm, which worked great because I used the uninterrupted time to plan my next move. Of course, the first thing I needed to do was learn about the people at the school, so I spent most of Sunday looking through social media profiles, learning names and faces to add to the memories that the original owner of this body had. The apps here are similar to those in the real world, so finding everyone was relatively easy and lucky for me; she's a loser, so there are no close friends to keep my guard up against. I lay in bed on Sunday reading Noah's profile on a website. I know the most about him since she loves him, but you never know enough about your enemy. I read his hobbies, football, and hiking typical for a jog, although he likes poetry. I remember that was the first chapter of the novel; he liked her poems. If
I scowl, walking out of the coffee shop; I stopped to take a moment to examine my surroundings. It looked like any regular street in any Major city in the USA. I look to the right hoping Luciano was in walking distance, relieved to find it right next door. Fist clenched and anger boiling, I prepared myself for the first contact with the enemy. Noah is the rich, perfect guy and Nigeria's worse nightmare. Well, that was until I took over this body; now I will pay back everything he has done to her two folds.While I had no idea what the plot was beyond the first couple chapters, I know that the result was falling in love with Noah as long as I possessed this body that would never happen. Instead, I was planning an all-out assault; this book was no longer a romance novel. No, I would be plotting sweet revenge. Hopefully, kiss and few boys, this never been kiss virgin thing waiting for Noah to acknowledge her wasn’t doing it for me.I straighten my shirt, brush the f
Nygeria I feel cold liquid on my skin, pulling me back to consciousness. I look up as the blurry vision comes to focus; Stephanie stands over me, pouring a bottle of water on my face. This has to be a bad dream; this can’t be real. I am not in a novel getting water poured on me by the school slut. I close my eyes again, hoping to wake in my own bed, but I can still feel the water she’s pouring on me. This is real; I’m in a novel. “Stop pretending to sleep, fat bitch; I’m running out of water,” she says with a smirk. If I accept that I am in this novel, she is one of the people who would bully me. However, I am not a pushover, unlike the book version of me. I sit up as she finishes the last drop of water. “Did you call me a slut?” She asks as I am still coming to terms with being in a book. How am I going to get home? “Fat bitch, do you not hear me talking to you.” I don’t respond as I wonder how the hell I’m going to get out of this book. I’ve
___ Present My alarm beeps at 7:45, I jump up, damn, I hit snooze too many times, and now I’m going to be late for class. I run to the bathroom, quickly shower then head back to my room. When Stephanie walks in, I’m putting on my clothes; I try to hide my body. “Ewww, piggy? Put some clothes on. Nobody wants to see that.” She screams. I quickly pull up my skirt and throw on a top; I’m used to her comments by now. When I moved in two months ago, they used to hurt and would even make me cry, but I made peace with the fact that I was a couple of pounds heavier and my stick-thin roommate was a bitch “I’m borrowing your shoes tonight, the strappy black ones.” I remain silent; it’s not like anything I say will stop her. “What, you don’t want to? You should be thankful your fat ass wears the same size as me. Why should I be grateful that she’s wearing my
NygeriaI awoke to the sound of moans echoing in my room. I groaned, annoyed, as I roll over to check the time on my glow-in-the-dark clock on my desk. It’s 4:00 on a school night; you’ve got to be kidding me. She knows I have to get up in the morning for class.I let out an exasperated sigh before stuffing my face back in my pillow, trying to drown out the noise. Asking them to be quiet was not an option; I tried that once. Stephanie, my roommate, and the school’s resident mattress had laughed at me then proceeded to turn on the light and have sex right in the middle of the room. I learned that night to keep my mouth shut and suffer in silence.At least I only have to deal with this for 7 more months until I graduate from this hell hole. My only friend transferred out last year, so now I’m stuck at this prestigious boarding all alone. I’m the school’s punching bag, courtesy o