Born for Royalty

Chapter Twenty-Eight

For those who say with 100% no wait 300% confident that "Um excuse me, smarties aren't chocolate okay, fix it," I will fucking punch you, because the way you said it was bitchy, not because what you said was wrong and you telling me to get my "shit" together was just uncalled for. Smarties are chocolate, before you state it with that tone and confidence, there is this thing called Countries, and not all of them are the same, and also a thing called Google, use it to make sure you are right before saying stuff like that. Ya'll know I get fucking pissed when people well simply piss me off. It really sets me off and makes me not want to update cause people can't enjoy a story and simply want to nitpick on small things. For those who are genuinely confused, smarties are both chocolate and candy. 

Rant Rant Rant. 

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"Is that seriously what you are wearing," I halted one foot out of the car before I shrugged stepping out, "What is wrong with it?" I asked flicking my hair out of my face.

Nik shook his head throwing the blue dress into the car, he somehow thought that if he held onto it, I would miraculously change, for him, hell no.

"People don't wear jeans to parties Isandra, and if they do they aren't so..." he said waving a hand lost for words.

"Speechless, I have that effect on people," I smirked using his own words back at him. He narrowed his brown eyes at me.

"No you look like a nun,"

"Thank you," I smiled turning around as he shook his head and locked the door, was this the party? It was a house party, of course I could wear what I want. As I walked up towards the door with him I doubted myself, he was right I was a nun compared to the rest of the people.

Short handkerchiefs that looked like dresses, or short shorts and if there was an odd girl wearing jeans, it was paired with a bikini top. Jesus do people even have respect for themselves.

I looked down at my thick woolen jumper, maybe I was over dressed. Oh well, I shrugged following him trying not to crash into someone and walked to the back room where the other were sitting down on black leather couches.

"My man you made it," a figure shoved me aside and hugged Nik and I frowned, do you even see?

He apparently does since his green eyes met mine and he smiled, "Who's your lady friend?" his eyes roamed over me and I raised an eyebrow, there was nothing to see, my jumper was thick and big so it could hide the gun that was tucked in the side of my jeans, yet it looked like he was eye raping me.

Gross.

"The friend can speak for herself you know," I pushed past him and took the only chair that was away from people practically sitting on each other and crossed one leg over another as they stared at me. 

"What?"

They looked away going back to whatever they were doing and I sighed, I was fun at parties.

I watched from my seat rejecting every offer of dancing or drinks, I knew better than taking drinks from strangers.

"Hey you look fun,"

I looked up to see Nik smiling down holding his what, third can of beer.

"You should slow down on those," I said nodding to the can, that was his third one in the last hour, and by the looks of it, the party was only starting. 

He shrugged taking a swig before handing it to me, "Drink up angel," and then he was off into the crown leaving me with a three-quarters full can of beer.

I frowned looking at the can before raising it up and sniffing it, got it smelt revolting and I looked around till I saw the pot plant on the table and leaned forward tipping it out.