Falling For The Playboy

The word, bitch, had stuck to the forefront of my vocabulary ever since she started calling me that and I found myself wanting to say it sometimes. Apparently, she only called her friends ‘bitches’ when she got comfortable around them, but who was she kidding? She was comfortable around everyone. Ergo…

“Did you forget to zip up your shorts? ” I asked, just incase she actually was supposed to and she had forgotten.

“No. ”

“You mean, you’re going like that? ” I asked stupidly, like I didn’t know that already.

“How else am I going to go? ” she scowled, “Stop stalling and just wear the goddamn shoe. ”

I sighed. She was right; I was stalling. The heel was four inches high and I was wondering just how mobile I would be after wearing it. I might have not put up a fight when she’d brought it out, but I also wasn’t very keen on breaking my neck -or any bone in my body for that matter.

Shoulders slumping in resignation, I sat at the edge of my bed, strapping the heels to my feet. By the time I was done, my gown had jumped up on my thighs again. I dragged them back down.

When I looked up, I caught Laura laughing at me, twirling her car keys in their index finger. “Let’s go. ”

I tested my movement before meeting her by taking several steps in the room, trying to keep my shoulders back and not make it too obvious that I wasn’t accustomed to heels. Laura laughed again.

“Stop it. This is important. ”

“Oh, Eva. ” she shook her head, walking away. Grabbing my black bag -it matched my heels and hair, I carefully, hurriedly, went after her.

Abi was standing just outside her room, leaning on the wall, no doubt watching us. She’d probably had her bath and she was now wearing pajamas, ready for bed, or her night reading session.

“Have fun. ” she smiled lazily, “And don’t stay too late else mom and dad would really get mad. ”

“Thanks. I won’t. ” I waved at her, before hurrying down the stairs. I didn’t trust Laura not to drive off and leave me back here, all dressed and stupid.

The car was already revved and ready to pull out by the time I got downstairs. She drove a grey Mercedes Benz of some sort. I wasn’t really a freak when it came to cars and I gave myself a mental pat on the back for even being able to place the name without her telling me.

Pulling the passenger door open, I carefully slid into the car, dragging my gown an inch down as I did. I couldn’t resist.

Laura cut her eyes to me. “I swear to God, if you do that when we get there, I’m going to cut your fingers off with the knife I carry around in my purse. ”

I glanced at her purse, then at her. Her expression didn’t waver. I knew Laura enough to come to the conclusion that she might actually be carrying a knife in her purse. One could never know with her. She was that crazy.

“I’m not even pulling it down to make it longer. ” I explained, “It keeps jumping up on my thighs. ”

“It’s supposed to do that. ”

“No, it’s not. ”

“Yes, it is. ” she sing-songed and when I looked at her, she was smiling.

I strapped on my seatbelt, deciding to let it go. I didn’t want her distracted as she drove, because I knew I didn’t like thinking of anything other than the car and myself as I drove. I took my driving test next week and I wanted to do more than okay.

We pulled into the Adesolas’ mansion. Yes, a mansion. It was huge with several buildings inside the compound. The gateman hadn’t even bothered to question us before letting us in, he’d simply pulled the gate open, and then gone to stand by it, probably coming to terms with the fact that there were more people coming and reopening and closing the gate would be nothing short of pointless.

Laura parked beside the other cars and as we came down, I took in the scenery. A huge fountain right in the middle that acted as a circular turn for cars. Speaking of the cars, each of them was sleek, definitely expensive, and new. No average looking one in the fleet.

I glanced at Laura in question, waiting for her to take the lead. She extended her arm to me, cocking her head, an excited grin playing at her lips, “Shall we? ”

Hooking my arm around hers, deciding for once in my life to let everything go and do something fun, I smiled wholly, thrusting my hair back, “We shall. ”

And together, we headed to the pool house, where the party was happening. The first thing that greeted me, was the extremely loud music. It reached my ears even before we stepped into the house, with the flashing neon lights seeming to focus on us for a moment or maybe that was just my imagination. The place was decorated to the max. Trust Ivacy High students to do the most.

The party was dark-themed, grey and black ribbons and balloons adorning the place, with led lights lining the four sides of the ceilings. A neon club light rotated right in the middle, casting the room in different hues, making the people appear blue, green and red.

I paid no mind to the queasiness in my gut as we fought for passage amongst the throng of people dancing, some just sipping their drinks, looking higher than a kite on the dance floor.

“Do you want to get drinks first, or? ” Laura glanced around.

“Or what? ” I yelled so she could hear me over the loud music.

“We could go see Dare, let him know we’re here. ” she shouted back and I thought about it. What was one’s proof that they came to a party when the host didn’t get to see you? Especially at a party as crowded as this.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yeah, let’s. ” I nodded and followed her as she lead the way. She obviously knew her way around the place, which made me guess that she had definitely been here before. Obviously, this wasn’t the first party Dare was hosting.