Post by milena jones , on Feb 11, 2008 17:51:05 GMT -5
MILENA JONES '
pretty girl is suffering,
while he confesses everything
[/color]milena was anything but bored. currently, she was talking to one of her many friends. she had been doing so for the past few hours. she was outstretched on the king sized bed in her room, staring up at the cieling. her dark hair was spread out underneath her as her blue eyes traced the cracks in the cieling. inching her foot forward, she hung it over the edge of the bed absentmindedly. she currently had on a pair of pink, lacey underwear from victoria's secret, and a camisole. she'd been planning on just going to sleep that night. she was tired. it'd been a long day. hey, don't you have to go meet up with what's his face in an hour? asked her friend. it took milena a few minutes to register what she had said, because she was listening to her stereo instead of her friend. but after she did, a sharp shit slipped out of her mouth. quickly hanging up the phone, she sat up.
from the mere sight of her reflection, she knew it'd take a bit to get ready. tossing the pink phone onto the bed, she stood up, running a hand through her silky black hair. walking slowly over to her closet, she stepped inside. looking through her short dresses, she finally pulled out a black one. it was short, coming down to only her mid calfs. it was definately skank-worthy. peeling her camisole off, she slid her dress on. tugging at it a little, she finally got it to fit just so. grabbing a pair of black heels as she exited the closet, she came to a stop in front of her vanity. picking the brush up off the top, she ran it through her hair. there. now she looked decent enough. pulling her make up out of the drawers, she applied it in no time at all. hmm. maybe she'd only be fifteen minutes late this time.
yes, this guy and she had this messed up relationship- if you could even call it that. it was more meaningless sex, with the title of an item included. she couldn't complain, really. he was a sucky ass boy friend, but then again, she wasn't a first class girlfriend either. they both cheated on eachother, and they both knew it, too. yet they didn't break up. in some ways, milena felt as if she was better than the other girls if she actually held the title of his girlfriend. so, it was all cool. as long as he kept coming back to her. she knew he would. she had some feelings for him, but she didn't let them get in the way of anything. she couldn't. if she did, then she couldn't have him. it was an extrememely messed up situation, but she didn't complain. she wanted to keep him that badly.
as she glanced around the room, looking for anything she may have forgotten, she bit her soft, pink lips. deciding she'd remembered everything, her black heeled feet made contact with the hardwood floor as she made her way out of her pent house apartment. oh, yes. the perks of living alone. no parents. no pets. there was levi someties, but right now... just her... and anyone she wanted. which, mostly was theo. but it wasn't that rare if it wasn't. she cheated on him whenever he was busy, or blew her off. grabbing her phone on the way out the front door, she made her way into the hallways, then out into the front of the building. waiting for the valet to get a taxi for her, she stood on the side walk, arms around herself for warmth. it was just slightly cold out tonight, and she hated the cold. with a burning passion.
about fifteen minutes later, the taxi pulled to a stop outside the street racing area. pushing the door open, she got out of the car. walking right past the line of tourists and nobodies, she walked straight into the mix of onlookers. by now the whole staff knew her as a regular attendant at the races. she leaned casually against a black car that served as a seat for about five people on top of it.
