"People pretend not to like grapes when the vines are too high for them to reach."
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"Hello, are you really the superstar Carmelo Ilocia?" A girl approaches me in Biology class.
"Hi, yes, would you like something?" I force out a smile, impervious to a group of guys wolf-whistling at me.
"D-do you need my notes? We will be having a test after this..." The girl explains frantically, pushing a thick set of notebooks to me.
"Sure, thanks," I did not quite expect that. Could there be a beam of light, in this darkness?
I beam warmly, "What's your name?"
"I-I-I am Odiana Sophos, you can call me Odi" she adds quickly, her shy blue eyes light up excitedly.
"You can sit beside me if you wish to."
With that, I made a new --I guess I could call her a 'friend', so yeah, that's that.
We had similar courses though.
We dragged through the lessons with this little A-Star student copying down notes furiously while I pinched myself to stay awake.
College was so boring like I had already learnt them all when I was studying the tattered textbooks that I found at a corner of my store-room. There literally wasn't anything much to learn but I still had to attend school and act as I love it so much. What could I say? I am a public figure.
And I am gorgeous.
Until lunchtime.
A few bold whistles and cat-calling reverberate throughout the clattered cafeteria as I search the mass of hairs to find Odi's.
"Carmelo Ilocia!"
A blondie stops right in front of me.
Her blue eyes glare heatedly at me. With a definitely-went-under-the-knife- face, fake plump lips and tall nose job and big boobs bigger than Britney Spears', she was pretty.
Hell, not.
I am not even kidding.
I could tell whether she went under the knives or not. Like hello? I mix with those people, so yeah. I mean, going under the knife was not a bad thing, though I would not encourage it, still, it was a perfectly normal thing nowadays. However, you should not have just glared and cursed at me mentally. I absolutely do not like it.
"Yes, Miss, what will you like to have?" I smile nonetheless, *gasps* at my own acting skills, could you pull out a beautiful smile in front of her ugly face? I bet not.
"Stay away from my boyfriend! If not I will ask daddy to end your career! And I mean it!"
"I am so sorry Miss-"
"Bellany Spears!"
"-ahh yes, Miss Spears, but I believed I have not caught your boyfriend's name?"
"Alec Jasons."
"Yes, Mr Jasons, but you see here, maybe you can, like I don't know, have more make-out sessions with him, so I can stay away from him? Maybe, get him in your b*d more often? Or give him a good j*b? That can do, I suppose, so you can spend more time on that."
I found Odi sitting at a corner smiling nervously, not intending to entertain her anymore. "And I doubt Mr Spears has the ability to end my careers."
I strut off proudly, not giving a seed to her threaten. Yeah, get into a queue first, Bellany Spears, because I have no time for little naive kids like her. Puh-lease, just compare yourself to what I fight against everything, you were just a little ant.
"What was that?" Odi whispers and glances nervously at Bellany Spears fuming in rage, kicking a girl with thick-rimmed specs to the floor. I might have caused it, but I don't really care, I am pretty heartless, and doesn't give a root to society.
Yeah, I am such a perfect actress, deserving of Oscar Award, don't I? Fooled ya, haven't I? So you know, just stay away from this manipulative bitch, from this cold-hearted, anti-social weird woman, and you might just be safe.
Just, stay away.
"Nothing much, let's just eat." I throw her an award-winning smile and slurp on some vegetable juice.
That is my lunch, well, perks of being a model/actress/artist/idol.
Your body, voice and face, they are no longer yours the moment you stepped foot into this industry, or you'll lose things, faster than you earn.
Whatever just get used to it.
At least you have food and not snatch them from mouths of animals, and a roof over your head. That's good enough.
Really.
What else am I lacking?
Nevermind, the more you gained, the more you lose.
Don't wish for too much.
Don't.
I found myself thinking of what Dionysus would be doing.
Is he working out in the gym? Or doing the chores? Or taking a nap? Or cooking lunch?
My fingers wander over his contacts and press down.
He picks up almost immediately.
"Hello, Carmelo?"
"Ba-Bachhus? Are you eating?"
"Not yet, Carmelo."
"Remember to eat on time, I-I there's money in my drawers, you can call up some restaurants to order your food, and I will also order some soup for you, soup is good for your stomach, especially it's a little cold, and you have stomachaches frequently, don't take too many painkillers either, they're bad for your health, hello? Bacchus? Are you listening?"
I did not see his smile on the other side of the phone, "of course, thank you, Carmelo."