I walked into the outdoor pool wearing this: www.victoriassecret.com/swimwear/shop-by-size/add-2-cups-halter-top-the-gorgeous-swim-collection?ProductID=81234&CatalogueType=OLS&cm_mmc=CJ-_-2205077-_-10537318-_-Product%20Catalog Boys looked up and gasped. They got up and surrounded me with smiles. They gave me their phone-numbers and kissed on the cheek. I threw my phone-number in the air and they fought over it to get it. They drooled over me. I noticed girls were glaring at me and showing envy,plus jealousy. My green and purple bikini made my skin appeal brighter than most queen-bee's on campus. I was walking in,Oh Moi de,heels from Paris. It was a perfect pink mixed with purple and the straps made my ankles look hot and sexy. I adjusted my ocean blue sunglasses from a Barney's in Hollywood. The color set off my sky-blue eyes and made them appear like the blue sky. I carried a French-beach-bag that was a gorgeous pink. It made my skin stand out like an angles. my hair was in a celebrity ponytail. It set off Rose and Sammie's good looks and made me look over all sexy. I walked over to a beach-lounge chair and I sat down. A cute-hot guy turned to me and said,"Madame Moi Selle." He took my hand and kissed it. My chine-blue eyes lit up in surprise. "Hey speaks French!! ;D" I said in my head. "Bonjour." I said batting my charcoal-black eyelashes, in a flirting way. I gave him my phone-number and dropped his hand when someone came in.
Last Edit: Nov 14, 2012 16:27:51 GMT -5 by Vanessa★
Post by Stephaine Drake on Nov 14, 2012 16:53:50 GMT -5
I walked into the outdoor pool wearing this: www.yesstyle.com/en/info.html/pid.1031874087 I walked in French sandal heels called,Mon Mon Oiu. They were a stylish yellow. They straps wrapped around my ankles in a sexy motion and at the tip was a little glittery dot. It shimmered in the light and gazed on my ankles. I carried royal red beach-bag from the richest part of France. The straps on my wrist made my skin glow in the sun. My bikini made my skin glow like an angels. The leopard's pattern complimented my skin and made my caramels glow with pride. Boys gasped and pointed to me and flew me kisses. Girls got up and snarled at me with envy and jealousy. They had hatred in their eyes. I smirked at them and strutted over to Vanessa. "Hey,Hey." I said striking a Beauty Pageant pose infront of her. I smiled and sat down next to her. I over-heard her speaking with a French/English hottie. I smiled at him. I saw someone coming in.
"Don't you mean mademoiselle?" I asked the overdressed girl sitting by the pool with a vacant Ken doll sitting next to her. Her eyes were a pretty bright blue, but why in heaven's name was she wearing heels to go swimming?
My own simple black one piece was flattering without making me look slutty. My blond hair was swept into a simple ponytail. I walked past the random girl and rose up onto my toes before diving neatly into the deliciously cool water, gliding as far as I could before coming up silently for air.
I turned to see a blonde hair girl correcting me. I noticed everyone gasped and glared at her. "Bonjour,mademoiselle." I gave her a little wave and smiled at my new sandal heels. Some people thought I was ridiculous wearing heels to a pool,but these were just sandals. I enveloped my hands into the French guy next to me. Boys looked disgusted at her and her bikini made her skin look awfully unattractive. I looked around and saw guys looking at her in disgust. Her bikini didn't look that good on her and it made her skin look dark in the sun. Her dive in the pool spattered a few guys near by. They got up and left. I waved at them. I smiled at the girl.
Last Edit: Nov 15, 2012 10:31:30 GMT -5 by Vanessa★
OOC: She's not wearing a bikini, hon. You take powerplaying to a whole new level.
Sammie was fuming. Fuming. And that was never, ever good. She was the queen here- she had an amazing, gorgeous, perfect, clever, completely irresistible side, that everyone had to fall in love with, but her mad side, made people even more excited to behold their queen. When Sammie was mad, she looked even more gorgeous than usual. So as she strode to the pool in her strappy white bikini- which fit her skin so flawlessly, showing off her bust, perfect legs and flat tummy, plus her au natural tan and platinum blond, flawlessly pretty hair- boys stared. Their mouths dropped. They whooped, hollered, shouted her name, and whistled. She was prettier than any girl on campus, no doubt, and no ugly newbie could top her, not even close. She had a 100$ beach towel, leopard print from Barney’s, draped over her smooth, clear shoulder and she wore black and silver designer flip flops on her slim, ballerina feet. She wore a layer of waterproof makeup, making her already-clear skin look even more stunningly radiant. Glossy lips, long, thick eyelashes, and bright, china, icy blue eyes that anyone would be drawn to. When she entered the pool deck, though, it blew up. Boys shouted loudly, whistled like crazy, hollered and cheered, girls glared oh-so enviously before getting sickeningly sweet, trying hard to get onto their gorgeous queen’s good side. Sammie looked over at her seat. The losers- Stephanie, Vanessa, and some girl she’d never seen before, were sitting where the losers always sat- in the back corner. Sammie strode confidently over to her throne that no one ever dared touch, and lay down. Boys pretty much sprinted over to her, but she just smirked, taking in all of the attention. Boys wanted to touch her, she knew, they wanted to be her boyfriend, but she was taken. Her and Jacob were the hottest couple on campus. Sammie was surrounded by envious followers, drooling boys, everyone in their right mind was trying to suck up to her, the amazing, gorgeous queen bee that everyone loved. She noticed, and felt a pang of sympathy (which went away in a split second), because no one even glanced at blonde, Stephanie and black swimsuit. They looked as if they thought they own the place, but I barely remembered her name. Ugh. And WHY was she hanging out with a grade eighter? Well, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to worsen her rep, it was already horrible. Sammie tossed her perfectly straight, soft, glistening, platinum blond hair and it fell perfectly onto her shoulder.
I saw Sammie and got up. "Sorry Steph,I'm in 10th grade not a baby." I smirked at her and motioned for my french follower to come with me. I wanted things to go easy with me and Sammie since we were in the same grade. "Hey Sammie." I smiled at her and waved. my sky-blue eyes glittered in the sunlight. I had a spa-treatment moths ago and my skin was spotless flawless. I let my blonde-hair catch girls eyes. I watched them turn to envy to hatred.
Sammie’s black Gucci sunglasses were propped perfectly on her tiny, smooth nose when what’shername walked up to her and started talking. Sammie rolled her eyes before pulling the sunglasses up onto her head to stare judgmentally at the girl. She smirked. “Hi.” She said flatly. “Vanessa, right?” She asked, tilting her head a little. People stifled laughs. They loved when Sammie dissed new girls, though Sammie saw a hint of promise in this one.
"Yeah it's Vanessa." I smiled at her. I knew I could hear laughs. I ignored them. I couldn't help ,but smile that I just ditched little 8th grader baby Stephanie. I didn't care about her mom or how rich she was. I looked at Sammie with pride. My sky-blue eyes matched hers.
Oh, Sam , I thought to myself, watching the arrogant barbie doll sprawled by the pool. And that girl Vanessa... just wow. How can anyone be such an obvious suck-up and think it's okay?
I swam another length of the pool, my classically-cut, chic black swimsuit contrasting with my barely-tanned skin. No melanomas for me, thank you very much.
I loved the feeling of the water rushing past my skin, the weight of it as I dove down to the bottom. I rushed back up and broke the surface, then flipped backward and pushed straight down to the bottom, pretending for a second that Canterwood was a normal school, not a crazy fashion parade 24/7. The water washed away all my tension. I felt free for the first time in days.
I looked over at the girl in the water. Whatever she was wearing was just plain black. I couldn't help but stand turn away. I pulled my ocean blue sunglasses from a Barney's in Hollywood, to my eyes. The color made my sky-blue pop out. I let the wind blow through my hair. I brought my sunglasses to my small nose and pieced through them. I saw that Bethanie was enjoying the water, I shrugged and looked at Sammie.
I swam over to the side of the pool and daintily hopped out. I grabbed my black-and-white striped towel (oh so snuggly!) from a sun lounger and wrapped it round my shoulders.
Rivulets of water shimmered down my legs, toned from all the riding I'd been doing. I swiped them away with the corner of my towel. I glanced back over at the "Queen Bee Corner". Vanessa was peering around the pool through her sunnies - Sammie just looked bored.
I took a seat on one of the loungers and pulled out my Kindle. I unlocked it and clicked to my newest read. I settled down and started to read.
Last Edit: Nov 15, 2012 14:55:53 GMT -5 by bethanie
I watched Bethanie get out of the pool. My eyes glared through my sunglasses. I watched her read on her kindle. I noticed her legs were not tanned at all and that water was still dripping. I saw her looking over at the "Queen Bee " corner. I looked at her my sky-blue eyes in hanging into hers.
I looked up from my book, which was really, really good and saw Vanessa staring at my legs. I got up and walked over to her, with my towel wrapped round my tiny waist. The pool was emptying out a little now the other students were going off to do homework and stuff.
"Hey, so you're Vanessa, right? Do you speak French fluently?" I asked, cocking my hip and eying her impatiently.
Last Edit: Nov 15, 2012 15:19:43 GMT -5 by bethanie
I saw Bethanie walking over to me. "Hey, so you're Vanessa, right? Do you speak French fluently?" I saw her cocking her hip. Her hip bent a little the wrong way and she cocked her hip wrong. "I'm Vanessa and yes I speak French,Bonjour." I said in my French accent. French guys were totally hot. I stared at her in disbelief. My Aunt was from France and she gave me tons of new French designer clothes. I spoke English to,but some guys tolled me they said my French accent was hot.
Last Edit: Nov 15, 2012 15:25:14 GMT -5 by Vanessa★
"Ah oui? Tres bien. J'ai passe une vacance a Nice avec ma tante, quad j'etais plus petite" My accent was smooth from years of French lessons and exchange trip to Paris. Vanessa was staring at me so hard the veins in her forehead were bulging - what was her problem?
"So, are you new to Canterwood? Or should I say, es-tu nouvelle a la college?" I asked, smiling prettily and staring down at her.