and at first he doesn't want her to be around him

8

If you fight like a married couple, talk like best friends, flirt like first love, protect each other like siblings, it’s meant to be.

Gwen honestly wasn’t sure what was happening any longer in her life. It had been two days now since she had slept with Jax, and still everything in her body was in intense mode, it didn’t seem to die down. She also hadn’t heard from him since he’d left which worried her slightly, but she couldn’t just hang around in her flat and do nothing. So, she decided to make her way into town and stopped off at the first café that she could find, ordering herself a chicken burger with salsa and sour cream, that she knew was delicious here. Hearing the chair next to her scrape, she looked up to see who was coming towards her, wondering who would interrupt a woman who just wanted to eat her lunch in peace.

Thoughts on Sophie Deveraux

Here is a simple truth about people: everybody wants something. The trick to a good grift, is figuring out what your mark wants, and then giving them a taste. Not all of it, mind you, just enough to awaken their apetite. Make them believe you can give them what they want. After that, they’re yours.

She’s good at figuring out what people want. It’s a split second judgement, more art than science, and she’s almost never wrong. Even as a young girl, she could sense flawlessly when she should be shy and quiet, or loud and boisterous, when she should be the perfect wonderchild, and when she should be the adorable rascal.

Between this carefully cultured skill, and her parents’ rich heritage, she never wants for anything, but somehow she always wants more. The problem is, she doesn’t know what it is she wants. She can figure out almost everybody around her, but her own desire of life remain an unanswered question.

She begins to grow unhappy with who she is, with playing the little games, being whoever people want her to be. She’s eighteen and already carrying too many masks, too many different versions of herself. She’d hoped to make a new start when she went to college. She’s studying Art History, something she really thought she was passionate about, but there’s still something missing. This still isn’t what she wants. 

Then one evening she ends up at some rich frat-guy’s party at his parents’ house. Looking around the room she realizes she doesn’t even know anyone there. Then she realizes the flip-side of this - no-one knows her either. And at that moment she decides to change. She slips upstairs, tries a couple of doors until she finds what she’s looking for -  a woman’s room. She steals a dress, lets down her hair, readjusts her make-up. When she comes back downstairs, she’s a different woman.

She realizes the difference immediately, in how the crowd parts before her, in the whispers that follow in her wake. She’s become someone else, someone who people stare at, talk about. She likes it. Someone comes up to her, asks her name. She hesitates, but the name comes easily.

“It’s Sophie.”