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GABRIELLA’S POV:
“Baby.”
I called him and he turned back.
“I’m sorry what did you just call me?” He gave me a stern face.
“I’m sorry.”
“Let’s go.” He commanded and headed for the car.
“Won’t you put on my corsage?” I said to him as I tried to find any soft spot in those hazel eyes. There was nothing, it was empty.
“Is it a must for me to put it on? You have hands for that I’m sure.”
“Dré—”
“Can we go? There was traffic when I was coming, who knows if it'll be worse as we're going. It's starting by six sharp and this is already five fifty pm. We’ll be late for sure.”
I heaved a sigh as I came down the outside stairs of my house.
“You guys are still here?” That was my dad's voice.
“We’re about leaving.” André said.
“Alright. When is it ending?”
“Eight.” We both answered.
“I want to see her home by eight thirty sharp. Not a minute after, do you understand?” He spoke to André.
“Yessir.” He nodded his head while I stood awkwardly.
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“Dré?” I looked at the traffic and stared back at him.
He looked so handsome in his expensive black tux with a plain white shirt inside of it which were both neatly ironed and accompanied with a perfectly knotted bow tie. His silky curly hair was a bit arranged for the first time in it's life, funny thing is that the messier the hair was, the sexier it made him. This is as a result of that my ten fingers haven't made a way through his hair.
FUCK!
My mind is so corrupt.
I can't believe my mind was about having a sex filled daydream again after what we just went through the other day.
I need serious holy water.
Anyways, I’m still surprised that he even came to my house to pick me up, considering he's been ignoring me throughout the week.
“What?” He turned his head.
“These umm glasses, they're fully tinted right? So absolutely no one can see us from outside the car, right?”
“If your mind is going to where I think it's going to then you’re definitely a joker..”
“What? Oh my—”
“Oh please you've been looking down at my dick and biting your lip over and over again for the past twenty minutes.”
BUSTEEEDDDDD!!!!!!
I swear I was so speechless. I couldn't defend myself or come up with a lie.
“What Brie? Cat got your tongue?”
“I—I—”
“I—what?” He unbuckled his seatbelt and reached out to unbuckle mine.
He grabbed me from my seat and placed me on his legs making me straddle him. His right hand went under my dress and headed straight to my feminity. Within a second, I heard a sharp rip of a soft fabric.
My head connected with a thought of what just might have happened and I looked at him, he behaved as though he didn't do anything bad by playing an innocent smile.
“What did I do?” He asked.
And I just stared at him.
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“Why is your hair such a mess?” I heard Wes ask André and I felt his eyes on me.
Once I turned my head to his direction, I was correct.
“Brie prefers it like this. She basically couldn't handle it being arranged so her stubborn hands did magic during the traffic. Isn't that right?” He said and both Scarlet and Wes looked at me for an answer.
That's a lot of innuendos.
“Uh...umm....yeah.”
“Exactly.” Dré gave me a knowing look.
I was with Scarlet talking about the exterior decoration of the garden which led to where the senior prom was taking place. Unlike other schools where senior prom included only the graduating class which are the seniors, here in RAA, they basically allowed Juniors and Sophomores.
“Why aren't the freshmen year student here? They are part of high school after all.” I asked Scarlet.
“You really want those annoying and stuck up little rats to be here so that they would cause a disaster?”
“On second thought, it's better if they're not here.” I said when I remembered how problematic they are.
“Awww Brie I literally love your dress.” A particular and familiar valley girl accent caught my ears from behind and I turned back, it was Natasha. “You have to tell me who designed it.”
“You’ll find out later considering this year the prom committee decided to add a red carpet theme. And by decided I mean Tania basically barged into their meeting and told them if they didn't add it, they'll be dead meat.” Scarlet told us.
“Oh.” Was all we both could say.
“I know right.” She chuckled.
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“What are you wearing?” One reporter that I realized was this girl from sophomore class asked me on the red carpet.
“Olivera 2020.” I replied. It was a pink beautiful prom gown, not too crazy or over the top, just...simple. This isn't really my prom sooooooooo....
We were walking on the red carpet with cameras flashing here and there with students from RAA’s media team acting as real life red carpet reporters. Like those ones during award shows.
“Brie?”
André held my wrist and I turned back to look at him.
“Mmm?”
“Umm...” I think he was looking for something to start up a conversation with me. It’s evident he’s hurt and still mad but trying to fight the urge to talk to me, I guess he can't.
“What?” I stepped closer to him.
He faced the bunch of people with cameras and the rest who were with tinie-tiny mics and other couples on the red carpet. He took my hand in his and raised it up, I thought he was going to kiss my hand but instead he carried out a glass box from his pants pocket. Inside of the glass box was a beautiful corsage.
“Dré?” I was amazed at it. It was so beautiful.
“Beautiful isn't it? I know how much you love flowers.” He talked as he wore it on my left wrist. I realized it matched the boutinnerre on his blazer.
This scene was an advantage the red carpet media took. All cameras were faced on us.
This would probably be all over the year book.
“Thank you.” I smiled at him and he kissed my cheek.
Okay call me dramatic or whatever but what happened to my lips?????
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We went up the stairs and then into the hall.
“This place is beautiful. The prom committee really did an outstanding work—”
“In using the school’s money to hire an expensive interior decorating company from New York to do all these? Yes.” André interrupted me.
It was time for the second main event of the night which was the Prom King and Queen slow dance.
And guess who won it?
Yeah, I know what's going through your mind and sorry sweetheart but it’s most definitely not André and I like how most high school books are.
C’mon, can’t you have at least tiny hope for this book? It’s not that cliché...........
OKAY FINE, It’s really really REEEEEEEALLY cliché........BUT STILL!
HAVE HOPE!
“Are you serious?” I was surprised.
“Yep. What? You thought they did it all by themselves? With their own money?”
“Maybe?”
“You’re funny.” He chuckled. “At least this set’s prom committee was better than last year. Last year they ordered an ice statue of an eagle.”
“I’m sorry what?” I laughed. “An ice statue in Los Angeles with her crazy hot temperature.” I couldn’t believe their stupidity.
“It melted on it’s way coming to here.” He laughed as he remembered what happened. “The funny and crazy thing is that it was the boys who thought of this crazy idea.”
“And I thought your class boys were idiots.” I joked and he playfully rolled his eyes at me.
Dré and I looked at each other while being so close with my arms around his neck and his arms snaked around my lower waist as our bodies slowly grooved to the beautiful love song being performed by no one other but Ed Sheeran himself.
No seriously, the prom committee actually did an amazing job this year. Who knows how much of the school’s money they used to get him to perform.
They even went to the extent of getting a popular band, and for the record, it’s FIVE SECONDS OF SUMMER!!!!!!!
GOD! I WENT INSANE WHEN THEY FIRST MADE IT TO THE STAGE AT THE BEGINNING!
As for Dré, he just rolled his eyes at me and my 'display of stupidity' like he called it.
When he switched to his award winning song ‘perfect’ brought back memories of the other day. And I guess that it wasn't only me that felt it, he also did.
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry.”
Our words clashed simultaneously.
“You go first.”
“You go first.”
We did it again.
“No you go first.”
“No you go first.”
Are you kidding me right now?
“Okay I’ll go first.”
“Okay I’ll go first.”
We stopped and we both bursted out into laughter.
“Alright you go first.” André said to me and I agreed.
“I am...so sorry. I didn't mean for you to get hurt and...and umm I was just...”
“You know what, let’s just forget about everything, let's forget that I said anything and you said anything, okay?” He suggested.
“You sure?”
“Yeah umm, yeah.”
Yeah I feel it's better. I could see he’s still hurt by it, I'll give him time.
“You know I’m kinda shocked we didn't win Prom King and Queen.” I smiled and glanced over at Jake and Tania.
André looked back at them with me.
“Nahh, they deserve it more than us. They usually vote on which couple that was the most dramatic pair for the past one year. And Jake and Tania made everything in their relationship public, especially fights, thanks to Tania though, Jake on the other hand is literally just forced into the situation of it being public. Soooo, yeah. And then us, we kind of keep things between ourselves or if anyone else even knows something, it's always in our tight and very close circle, soo.”
“You’re right.” I chuckled.
“I’m just happy they aren't fighting right now.” He grinned at the cuteness of the pair as Jake slowly twirled Tania and then brought her back into his arms.
“Give them thirty and they'll burst.” I joked and he laughed. “Even though you said we should forget about that day, there's still something we should talk about.”
“Okay? What is it?”
“Weeeeeeeell, you know how we kinda thought I was pregnant?”
“Yeah??”
“Weeeeell...”
“Don’t tell me you’re actually pregnant?” His face was so paranoid.
“No no.” I let out a short laughter. “I wanted to say, I think we should be careful from now on, let's calm down a bit.”
“Oh....well that can be done if you can talk to your sex drive to stop acting up all the time, most especially in public places, for example, some hours ago, it acted up, in the middle of a traffic for that matter.” He smirked at me.
“B—”
“B—what?....”
“Yours is higher.” I pouted which gave him the opportunity to kiss me. “I want moooree.” I held his collar then tip toed with my four inch heel....God he's so annoyingly tall. My lips came in contact with his when he bent his head a little to give me less stress. Thank goodness that he was holding me if not I’d have landed on the floor due to me tip toeing with my heels.
“You...see.....you've started.” He said while our lips entwined.
“You know what..” I pulled my lips away from the kiss. “Let’s make a bet.” I slowly caressed his lower lip with my thumb, the softness of it was seriously tempting me to have another taste.
He set his hazel eyes on me with amusement. “Bet? I love bets.” He smirked. “What do you wanna bet on?”
“I bet that I can make it a month without us jumping on the bed.”
“I’m sorry what?” His eyes widened. “NO, I’m not agreeing to that. NO. We both know none of us would make it alive. Let's make it—”
“Fine, a week.”
“And if you break it?”
“Nooo....not me.....whoever breaks it before that one week will be the person with the higher sex drive.”
“Oh reeeeeeeally?” His smirk grew wider.
“Yesss....and of course, it'll be you.” I gave him a simpering smile.
“We'll see about that.” He told me. “For sure it'll be you, you won't even last two days without me deeply inside of you.”
****The next day****
“HOLY FUCK.”
I’m on Dré’s bed! Naked!
No no no no no no!!
I turned my face to the left and saw him looking at me with a wide grin.
“What.... happened?” My head was bursting with pain.
“Weeeeeell, someone drugged the punch drink I guess, and you took a lot of it last night and then you got drunk, I got drunk, one of the boys drove us home, I think it was Wes, umm we got here, high as fuck and you know.....things happened, you seduced me and fucked me. Sooo, I won, you lost, you have a higher sex drive—”
“WAIT WHAT?! YOU'RE LYING, You probably were the one who fucked me!”
“Nahh.” He snorted and sat up then went close to my ear. “It was the other way around.” He whispered loudly.
“Did—Did we use protection last night?” I timidly asked and he nodded immediately.
“Well, maybe it broke considering how much spontaneousness you had last night.” He teased me but my heart hammered so fast. “Don’t worry babe, everything will okay.” He kissed my temple.
“Oh God.” I said in fear.
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When I checked my phone later on, I got two missed calls from Jase, six from mom?! JESUS! SHE'S BACK!....and that's not the worst, SEVENTEEN FROM MR. DALMONTE!
That's it... I’m dead.
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