Julie's Pov
Hey'all, to those of you expecting a cloth war, that didn't happen, the reason is because the store manager recognised Khloe, and Khloe's Lucinda was also there, so we got our clothes easily and the ugly bithcy woman who insulted Aisha got banned after Khloe threw a tantrum to her Lucinda.
(Sigh)
I move a bit to get comfortable on the bar stool as Martin tells another dry joke, it's funny how desperate I suddenly am for a conversation when I basically don't like people, I give a fake smile that seems too real for anyone to notice, that's the only difference between Aisha and I, her fake smile is obvious, at least that made me smile, ironically, it coincides with when Martin tells another joke, so the sucker smiles back, such a fool, he must think he's getting free fun tonight, do I look so easy?
I can't blame him though, not when everyone's acting so fucking foolish and avoiding me physically like I got some disease.
How much longer until it starts?
You're all probably wondering what's going on, I'm currently at the award show and I'm alone, Sali and Aisha had to go get ready, Emma is a reporter, so she's doing her crazy dry job, and also turns out the award show was in two days not two weeks, like fucking hell, seems Sali can't read properly anymore but there wasn't any big issue, the hosts were given their personal designer and Emma's company provided one for her, and I'd already chosen a dress at the shop, so, my dress was made in time and it is very beautiful but the way that I was escorted to this room dictates to me that I'm not important, actually since I entered this room I haven't felt like me. I wish one of them was here but they're all busy and Khloe's sleeping because of jetlag, I haven't felt this unhappy in a long time, I hate this feeling, it's stuffy. I'm not claustrophobic but it felt like the walls of the room were closing in on me.
Few minutes ago
When we arrived at the venue, we were made to pass a different route, Sali and Aisha were escorted through a different path while I stood there lost on what to do as I wasn't allowed to go with them, I remembered that I was with Aisha's phone, so I called her back and gave it to her, then finally I was escorted to a different place but the foolish attendant was too rude but I ignored her, she was walking too fast she stopped suddenly, and I almost slammed into her, she sighed then opened the door with so much anger and basically pushed, yes pushed me in, I stumbled and almost fell and I guess that told everyone in the room that I wasn't part of them, the stares were so unsettling that I wanted to look for a remote area to sit. I pause and thought about it and so I went to sit in the most obvious place, there's no way I'm sitting in a remote area, if they want war then I'll be the most aggressive bitch that they've ever met, nobody messes with me.
I looked around and saw that I was at some kind of bar, I sat on the bar stool and all the people that I sat beside all stood up like I had some kind of contagious disease, I was annoyed but I decided to ignore them and wait for the award show to start, I decide to use my phone in the mean time while I was waiting only to realise that I'd taken Aisha's stupid game phone, I felt like cussing Khloe, she'd redesigned the back of our phones to a purple colour and we've always been careful because of it, now there's nothing for me to do, I sigh and order a drink only to get brutally ignored by the waiter, I pulled my shoe to throw it at him but it seems I can't just catch a break as everyone was looking my way and talking, they weren't saying nice things, their whispers made me feel claustrophobic and I'm not, I couldn't breathe, I hurriedly stood up and left the room for fresh air, their whispers brought back bad memories but I'm doing better than before so I summoned courage and went back in but this time I went in like me, the nonchalant, confident me who didn't give two fucks about other people.
"Drink" I said nonchalantly and it was placed in front of me, I lifted it but I didn't drink it, and that was when this guy named Martin came to meet me, as he walked, they paved way for him, I just didn't like that sucker was coming in my direction and he sat down beside me, only after sitting did he ask me if the sit is taken.
"Yes it is, a nameless guy sat in it" I said it without withholding sarcasm from my tone
"Snarky and beautiful, all the things I've always wanted in a woman"
"Wow, only two things, I worry for your future wife"
He laughs it off but the other guests where clearly annoyed with me, ah, it seems this room has an hierarchical order and he's at the top.
"I'm Marrrrrrrrtinnnn"
He says his name in so much of a weird way that I just had to say it back.
"Oh Hello, Marrrrrrrrtinnnn, how can i help you"
"I guess we can begin with your name and eventually your number"
He flashes his smile at me and I can't deny that he looks nice.
(Sigh)
"Finee, I'm Jullllllllllllieee"
I even shake my body for extra emphasis.
"Just Julie"
"Well, you are just Martin aren't you"
I feel glares on my back from women and men alike but Martin doesn't seem offended.
"I'm Martin Luton King, wow, right"
"Instead of wow, I'm more like why, did the world run out of names on the day you were born"
"Nope, before I was born my dad was reading history and he seemed to like him and as for my middle name, there's this club named Luton Town F.C, my uncle played for this club.
"Oh, no wonder"
After that, I lost interest but Martin wouldn't stop talking,making dry jokes and flirting, i wanted company before but not anymore, I was already tired, I desperately needed an excuse to leave and it came.
"Ms Juliania Winterson"
Someone called my name, I looked back and raised my hand and saw the rude assistant with another one, they started walking towards me with the rude assistant.
"Miss, we've been asked to escort you to the award show"
They all seemed shocked while I wasn't, I mean, of course i had a ticket but they didnt know it was a platinum ticket, and quite frankly, i didn't care, i nonchalantly took my bag and followed them out as I was about to leave through the door I turned back and waved Marrrrrrrrtinnnn bye and gave a smug smile to them and then leaving like a badass bitch.
We walked in silence when the rude assistant turned to me and bowed her head, she was apologising for her bad character.
"Miss, I'm sorry, I thought you were just an assistant, just like everyone else in that room, I'm so so sorry"
So, everyone in that room is an assistant, it all makes sense, but, I wonder who Martin works for, the person must be very very powerful, oh well.
I simply ignored her and signalled to the other one to lead the way.
Nobody treats me like I'm utter trash, I look back at her name tag and note it done in my head (Jessica Turner), nobody treats me like trash and expects me to be forgiving, if I was so forgiving, then I wouldn't be known as Petty Julie, I'm a Proud Petty Bitch and I'm going to prove it.