Betrayal (nothingbutporcelain and Wolfyyy)

[nothingbutporcelain]

Callie Simpson sighed as she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the floor length mirror in her studio apartment. Even with her long golden blonde hair and slender legs she still found flaws in her reflection. Callie was an odd girl. All of her friends thought she had so much confidence when really she had almost none at all. She put on this act of pretending like she loved herself every day to try and make it easier to get through every day. She thought if she acted like a narcissistic bitch people would never catch on to how sad she really was. She didn't want anyone to pity her so that was why she had to act every day of her life. She turned around in the mirror, looking at her tiny butt. Some guys loved Callie and her petite frame but there were some who never wanted to touch her because they were so afraid they'd break her. Then there were the guys who got turned on by her extreme thinness and liked using it to their advantage. They were the ones who pushed her around in the bedroom and weren't afraid to get really rough with her. She really didn't mind it though. Callie was weird in the fact that she actually liked pain. Sex was always rough with her. She hated soft, passionate sex. But then again she had never been in love before so maybe that was why she hated it so much. Callie was only 5'1" and 85 pounds, hence why the guys thought they would break her if they touched her. She was delicate and fragile yet beautiful at the same time. Callie was also a major slut and this was the reason why she didn't have many friends. The few friends she did have just got sick of putting up with her bullshit and ended up trading her in for new friends. She could never keep friends for very long because she usually got bored with them easily. She would much rather go out drinking by herself than with a bunch of girls who were just using her because they knew all the guys would come to her. She had the reputation of being a slut so that was why all the guys came up to her. Sure, she was gorgeous but not to everyone. Since she gave out sex so freely they were drawn to her like a magnet. But Callie did have one friend who just happened to be her best friend. Somehow she had managed to keep her from ditching her.

Callie looked away from the mirror and decided she was finally ready to go. Where was she going? She was sick and tired of being cooped up in this studio so she knew she had to go out. She was meeting her sister, Carly and Carly's boyfriend at a bar that was a few blocks away from her apartment. It was so close that she didn't even have to worry about taking a cab back because she'd be too drunk to drive. Walking might be hard but she could manage it. Lord knows how many times she did that in the past. She could probably walk home with a blindfold on when she was drunk and still make it. She exited her apartment after slipping on her trademark pair of black three inch stiletto heels. Since she was so short you'd always see her wearing heels to try and add some height to her tiny frame. Her legs were barely covered in a red mini-dress but she knew the boys would like it. Her legs were about her only good feature since her chest was now as flat as a board. You couldn't expect a girl as thin as her to have a large chest, it was physically impossible unless you got surgery. But despite her small size Callie really did have a good face, when you looked past the sadness hidden deep in her eyes. Her cheekbones were high and defined from the lack of food and frequent cocaine usage. She walked down the street, trying to ignore all the stares she was getting. Yes, people often stared but not because they were jealous or wanted to jump her bones. She was so tiny that people had to stare at her because they couldn't believe that someone as small as her could actually be living. She finally reached the bar and entered, walking to the bar counter and immediately ordering a glass of vodka. She came here to drink so she might as well get straight to it. Groaning heavily she noticed a male to her right staring at her. Normally she loved the stares from males but she knew this one personally. He was a regular at the strip club where she worked and obviously was surprised to see her out and about and not naked on the stage. Callie didn't necessarily like being a stripper but she felt like she had no other choice. She was broke and she desperately needed money for cocaine, booze, rent, and designer clothes. She could give sex in exchange for blow but sadly the men at the local boutiques preferred not to fuck her in exchange for a vintage Chanel dress.

Carly walked into the bar a few minutes later alone and went to the bar because she knew she'd find Callie there. Her boyfriend was supposed to meet them here soon. It was surprising that Carly and Callie were so close given their personalities and lifestyles. You see while Callie lived a wild, crazy life Carly was more shy and conservative. Callie would wear whatever she wanted and she never worried about what people thought about her while Carly would never wear anything loud, she didn't like drawing attention to herself. Callie was all about attention, she wanted the attention on her at every moment of the day. She would do whatever it took to make sure people were staring at her. Of course usually the ways she got attention weren't good for her health but she didn't care about that either. All she wanted was to have fun and if she died having fun than so be it, as least she lived a fun-filled life. Carly had a steady boyfriend while Callie had a string of guys she would sleep with randomly. Usually she went to bars to find people to hook up. They were so different but very close sisters. It really was quite odd. Carly loved Callie but at times she didn't want to be around her, Callie did have what you would call a toxic personality. Oh yes and onto their differences in looks. Callie was short and very slender while Carly was a bit taller and had more meat on her bones. It was obvious that Callie was the prettier of the two of them but they never talked about this, it was just known.

 

[Wolfyyy]

Aaron Fabray arrived at the neighbourhood bar minutes after the sisters did. He parked his Chevy on one of the lots along the street. " 20 past 7.. not too late this time..? " he mumbled to himself. He is a young entreprenuer, one that non of his old pals ever believed he would be this successful this present day. He used to mess around alot during his younger days. Used to be the Captain of the Football team - which probably explains why he possess such a firm, broad, atheletic frame. He still made the effort to keep his body in shape during the weekends just because he was too used to his figure, one that he knows, always made the girls glance at him for at least twice. He couldn't bare losing something that he had work so hard over the years to attain. He used to be the 'bad boy', one that often skips classes whenever possible, which explains why some of his friends are extremely amused at his current standing in the society. Most of them feel he must have been straightening himself all these time and probably felt that he is all grown up now into a typical mature adult. And they were right. But he hates it. Some part of him, just wished that he could be back to his old self, one that isn't as boring as the present him, one that possess the X-factor that draws people to him.

He stepped out of his drive and locked it. He'd probably expect yet another tongue lashing from his girlfriend for being late, yet again. It is not like it is his fault. His business just started, and he HAD to be around to sort things out. But thats what happens when a guy is in a relationship - he wants to get things right but no matter how right it is, the girlfriend always think he can do better. He crossed his fingers, as he entered the bar, so familiar to him. He probably had dinner at least 3 times a week ever since he got to know Carly.

He looked around the semi-crowded area and eventually spotted the sisters. He made his way over to them.

" Hey there sweetheart. " he paused, giving her a peck on her cheek, then turning his attention over to her sister. " Hello Callie. "