I was playing with my phone as my eyes caught the time. 6:30.
The annual figure eight banquet was in 30 minutes.
Shit!
"Y/N YOU BETTER BE READY!" I heard my mom's voice yell from downstairs. "Uh, yeah just give me like 10 minutes!" I yell back, stumbling out of bed.
"Shit shit shit shit," I mutter under my breath as I rush to my closet, picking out the first formal dress I saw. I managed my hair as fast as possible, racing against time as I threw on jewelry and flew out the door grabbing my phone.
"Y/N!"
"OK OK!" I yell back, running down the stairs and putting my black heels on. I hop in the car, basically out of breath as my parents waste no time, heading straight for the banquet hall.
I check the camera in my phone, fixing my hair last second as I think to myself, for 10 minutes, I don't look too bad.
The figure eight banquet was basically just a kook cult meeting, at least in my mind. Yes, the room was absolutely ginormous and the food was great, but the constant chatter made my head buzz, and I'd much rather hang out with the Pogues.
But every year, my parents drag me to this, telling me to fix my miserable face.
Little did they know I snuck off with JJ and Kie to smoke on the pier. Oops I guess?
We pull up to the parking lot, rich people in their rich clothing walking into the fairy light outlined doors to talk about rich people shit. How lovely.
I exit the car with my parents, getting stuck in a conversation with some random lady I've seen like twice.
We walk up the steps as waiters open the large doors to reveal the hall. Dimly lit chandeliers dangle from the ceiling and tables with silverware and name cards line the walls and floor space.
My mom gently taps my chin, motioning me to put on a fake smile. I throw a sarcastic look at her face as my dad gives me a subtle glare, a hidden smile behind it.
"Ladies and gentleman welcome welcome, if you will take your assigned seats we can get started shortly," Ward Cameron's voice booms through the microphone and speakers. I scan the room, looking for our cards as I spot them against the right wall.
My parents sit to the right of me, and I look at the names around us, holding back a scoff. The Camerons. Kook royalty.
And their cocky son sits right next to me. How much worse could this night get.
"Hey, mom do you think we could change sea-" she shushes me, looking around to see if anyone heard. "Be polite y/n. For one night is all I'm asking," she pleads, I roll my eyes to the ground as I sit on the cushioned seat, my parents doing the same beside me.
I let out a deep breath, picking at my nails as more people start to settle into their seats, the chatter still fairly loud, tuning out the soft piano playing in the background. I fiddle with my rings, knowing if I played with my phone my parents would practically kick me out.
"Boo," I hear a low voice say in my ear, making my body jolt. My head swivels to my left, seeing a tall blonde boy making eye contact with me. "Jeez...can't u ever act civil for once," I mutter as he takes his seat next to me.
"Hello to you too," he says sarcastically, earning a smug look from me. I see 2 blondes and a brunette walking toward the table. "Hey Sarah, hey Rose" I greet them with smiles as they take their seats too, "y/n, you look beautiful," Rose compliments. "Thank you, you all look stunning," I say. Sucking up to Kooks is my specialty, even with ones I can tolerate.
