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Chapter 21 CINDERELLA WORE RED

“So, how do I look?” I spun around so Kasay and Dustin could get a good view of me in the dress.

“Oh my god! You look fucking stunning! I feel like I dumbass for wanting to throw it out!” Kasay squealed as she grabbed me by my shoulders and shook me.

Dustin just sat on the bed staring at me. I couldn't describe the emotion in his eyes, but it was one I've never seen before.

“Dustin,” I called for him.

He shook his head clearing his thoughts and looked up at me, “what?”

“What do you think?” I asked as I spun around for me to get a view of my whole body.

His eyes scanned my body, taking in every detail carefully. I noticed a bead of sweat trickle down from his forehead to his neck. He was probably nervous about Kasay being there.

“Um, you l-look really ni-nice.”

I smiled and thanked him before I sat down on the bed. Kasay grinned as she walked out of my bedroom. I groaned in frustration before burying my face in my hands.

“When's your step-mom coming home?” Dustin asked sounding worried.

I shrugged, “I’m guessing around six?”

“Where is she? I thought she worked at home.”

“Well she writes her articles from home. I don’t really know where she disappears to.”

He nodded, acknowledging what I had said. “So we have to be out of here by five forty five, in case she comes back earlier than we expect.”

“Who's using the math now?” I teased.

He flashed me a cute smile showing off his left dimple, before he shook his head and leaned against my headboard.

“I still don't know how to face him,” I admitted.

“You could try to convince him to forgive you- the Rosaline you are everyday.”

The corner of my lips lifted up into a small smile.

“How though? Wouldn’t he be suspicious about me knowing what’s going on in his life?”

“Say you’re Rosaline’s cousin?”

“Oh god, that’ll spark up suspicion.

Dustin bit his bottom lip. “You could just hint at it, just hint at forgiving someone he's mad at. Or try telling a story about someone in a similar situation and how not forgiving someone doesn't help at all.”

“I might try that,” I considered.

Kasay came in holding a large pink box. It must’ve weighed at least ten pounds by the struggle on her face.

“What is that?”

“Your step mom's makeup kit,” Kasay grinned.

“WHAT?! DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH?!”

It was obvious she couldn’t care less. She walked over to where I was sitting and placed the makeup box beside me.

“I'm still glad I had some of that hair coloring left.” Kasay beamed at me.

I touched my hair which was still a little damp. Kasay dyed my hair earlier with the hair dye left from last time. But we? We could never make it? What does she mean by that?

“Um, Kasay?”

“You’re coming this time, right?”

“Of course!”

“Wouldn’t people at the party know you usually hang out with me? The ‘nerdy Rosaline’?”

Kasay visibly tensed up- she hadn’t thought of that.

“You could have a makeover too!” Dustin suggested.

Kasay’s eyes widened, “fuck no.”

~*~

Stood before me was… uh… a thing with a long blonde wig which reached her waist. She wore a pink party dress which looked unfashionably tacky, (that’s what I found in Cleo’s closet), and her makeup was done terribly… Sure I could draw- but I couldn’t do makeup. It took me a while to explain to Dustin that sketching and doing makeup were two different things.

“She looks like a drag queen…” Dustin looked horrified.

“Isn’t that the point of it? We were supposed to just make her look unrecognizable?”

“She sticks out too much.”

“Which means it’s the perfect disguise. The more she sticks out, the less obvious it’ll seem she’s trying to hide her identity!”

I had confused them both.

He felt the wig, “it feels like… a broom. Why does your stepmom even own a collection of wigs?”

“Good question,” I couldn’t answer him.

Kasay groaned and put her hands up to her face, “I hate myself!”

“It’s not you though! You can’t hate it yet, you haven’t seen it.”

“I don’t want to see; knowing you can’t do makeup for shit!”

Under all the thick gothic makeup, Kasay was simply a pretty girl.

I rushed her to my bathroom so she could go look in the mirror. I stood her in front of the mirror at grinned at her. Her mouth fell open as she observed the girl in the mirror carefully.

“I'm...” she trailed off.

“Come on; if you really want to make me go we better go right now. We're gonna' be late,” I rushed her.

She nodded numbly before following me out.

~*~

“And turn right! I heard it's the big cream mansion to the left,” Kasay told Dustin the directions.

I sat in the back seat, leaning forward staring at where we were going. I was incredibly nervous… an odd feeling in my chest told me a lot was about to happen.

As we got closer, we could hear music pumping from blocks away. When he tried entering the street Axel lived on- he couldn’t. The street was filled with cars of all types. Mostly fancy ones I might add. At the end of the dead end block stood a large cream mansion… it was far bigger than any house I had seen before.

“So it's not to the right, its right in the center,” Kasay mumbled to herself.

The mansion was three stories tall with vines climbing up the sides of it. There was a large fountain in front of it which people were splashing around in.The view was breathtaking. The mansion's gates were open, allowing strangers to flood in. There was a short driveway before we could reach the mansion. The traffic was horrible, cars were lining up to drop people off or park.

Dustin gulped as he turned to us with worried eyes. Kasay was just grinning at the house as I admired it from a distance.

“Oh my god...” Dustin trailed off, looking up at the house.

“It's big isn't it?” Kasay stared up at it.

Dustin turned to both of us. “Do you realize whose house it is?”

Both of us shook our heads.

Dustin looked straight at me, “its Axel’s.”

I screamed, “WHAT?!” After years of stalking him, I still didn’t know what his house had looked like!

“Well, that'll just make it easier! You'll be able to find him for sure!” Kasay said.

My face grew pale. Axel's house. I was attending a party at Axel's house. They had a reputation for being the wildest, the most dangerous, and the most memorable. People from around the district came. There was a rumor that a couple of guys from the NBA even showed up once…

“I can’t go in there,” I stated.

“You have no choice, you asked me to help.”

I couldn’t take her seriously with that makeup.

“I can’t lie to him in his own house.”

Kasay shook her head, “technically you’ve barely lied!”

I thought about it. I told him my name was Rose, which wasn’t a lie- because it’s short for Rosaline. But I did change my appearance.

“I’m still tricking him though-”

“Shut up,” she rolled her eyes at the traffic, “we’ll walk,” she said to Dustin, before dragging me out of the car with her.

~*~

Katy Perry wasn't joking about pink flamingos in someone's yard at a party. There were pink flamingos laid out across the lawn with curse words spray painted on them. Oak trees which lined up by the driveway, were filled with toilet paper and the water in the fountain was completely red – I prayed it was food dye.

I could already tell some clever teens were at this party, (note my sarcasm). The heels were starting to hurt my ankles as we reached the front door. The front door was open letting people come and go as they please.

There were couples making out on the front steps of the mansion. I gulped as I walked through the front door. The music was pumping so loud, I felt like my eardrums were about to explode.

“Hi there, mystery girl.”

I jumped immediately. Too close for my liking was a very wasted Matt. His breath smelt like at least five bottles of whiskey.

“Fuck off,” Kasay growled beside me.

Matt scrunched up his face in disgust, “Jesus Christ, what are you?”

Kasay balled up her fists but kept them by her sides.

“I'm going to tell you nicely only one more time. Fuck off, asshole.”

Suddenly, Layla appeared behind him. She was wearing a tight red dress which showed off her curves with matching heels. Her ‘dress’ was strapless and only hung to where her underwear lining was. Her bright red underwear was visible. It was too short if you asked me…

Her chocolate brown hair was wavy and reached to about her back. She had bright red lipstick on, matching her outfit.

“What's the problem here?” Layla asked as she looked between me and Matt.

I heard Kasay growl beside me.

“I'm sorry, but is my friend bugging you?” Layla asked politely.

My mouth fell open. She was acting too nice. I had to mentally remind myself, I wasn't the nerdy Rosaline, I was the Rosaline she saw at the party. The pretty one who wasn't me.

“Yes,” Kasay answered for me.

“I have to apologize for him, he's a bit tipsy,” Layla smiled.

Layla turned to me; her brown eyes recognized me.

“Rose, right?” she questioned.

I nodded. She flashed me a bright smile.

“Nice to see you again!” Layla beamed at me. “Look, we’re almost matching!” I could sense a bit of hostility in her voice. “Usually people aren’t brave enough to wear red,” she laughed, “we’re the only two hot enough to pull it off!” Was she tipsy?

I nodded and tried smiling, “thanks…”

She gripped Matt's arm and pulled him away from me.

“I'll see you around!” she said before pulling Matt away from us.

Kasay turned to me, completely shocked by what just happened. “I don’t get it. Why is she so nice to you when you look like this, but she fucking hates you when you’re Rosaline?”

I had already asked myself all those questions, so I just shrugged.

We both walked into the living room, which had literally, no furniture. All the furniture was pushed out of the way leaving a big dance floor for people to grind up against each other. Kasay grabbed me by the shoulders.

“Find Axel!” she mouthed.

I couldn't hear what she was saying because the music was so loud. They were playing Right Round by Flo-rida. There was a girl on a large speaker screaming the lyrics as she started to strip live. I quickly looked away and covered my mouth so that I wouldn't puke.

---Flashback---

I closed my eyes and let the music get into me. I heard nothing but the music. The only thing I could feel was the beat getting to me. I started to sway my hips from left to right. And before I knew it, my body was moving to the beat of the song.

"Can you put on a little show for me?" Ricky whispered huskily in my ear.

I immediately shook my head, but he placed his hands on my waist.

Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion. Ricky started to slide his hands up my shirt slowly. No, no, no, this isn’t happening.

His hands crawled up my stomach slowly as he nibbled on my earlobe softly. He placed his lips on my neck and started to kiss his way up to my jaw. Everything felt so… blurry… and just plain wrong… I wonder what he put in my sprite earlier.

He suddenly lifted my shirt off. I was hit with a wave of cool wind on my stomach. I felt cold without my shirt on, but my arms felt too heavy grab it back.

I looked around us. It was a pool party after all… so it wasn’t that embarrassing.

Ricky pressed his lips against mine roughly and smirked against my lips.

He parted my lips with his tongue quickly and took over the kiss. His tongue which tasted of alcohol and cigarettes invaded my mouth, exploring every inch of it. I felt like puking. I was feeling too tipsy to do anything, even though I didn’t drink alcohol.

He tried going under my swim suit, but I groaned in protest.

His body seemed too big for me, like it was built for someone else, but I accepted it for the moment. I searched for someone to take away the pain of my current life… why wasn’t he enough for me?

He said he loved me, it couldn’t have been wrong…

Why would he want to hurt me?

The party was his choice for a date… how could I say no?

Ricky tried going under my swimsuit again, but was suddenly pulled away from me.

“Please, just let her go home.” Jaxon said.

“Fuck you! Why are you here?!” Ricky growled, shoving Jaxon into the crowd.

Jaxon wrapped a towel around my body. “Her stepmom’s looking for her.”

“That’s her problem, not yours.”

“I’m sorry for interrupting you guys man,” Jaxon held onto me, “I’m just tryna’ help. I don’t want her to get grounded from going out again.”

“Fucking take her then!”

---End of Flashback---

Jaxon never fully defended me… he never stopped Ricky from doing half the things he did like Axel did. Axel beat Ricky for even stepping near me. Yet, Jaxon still respected the poor excuse of guy.

“Rose! You’re spacing out!” Kasay pulled me out of my thoughts.

“Sorry, sorry,” I shook my head, coming back to reality.

She pulled me into the kitchen and got me a drink. I instantly shook my head. I didn’t drink. She pushed the ice cold beer for me to take once again, but I still refused.

“I don't drink.”

She rolled her eyes, “just take it.”

I sighed and grabbed it from her. The beer can froze my hand almost immediately. I looked down at the beer can.

“Hey Rose, I think I’m gonna’ give that twin a chance. I’ll go dancing with him and see where we’ll end up. You go looking for your guy, okay?”

I nodded numbly as Kasay disappeared out of the kitchen. I sighed as I opened the beer can. I never planned on drinking, but I just needed something in my system to get me confident enough to face Axel.

I lifted the beer can up to my lips and let the bitter liquid flow through my throat. I started coughing immediately; to me, it tasted terrible. How were people able to consume so much of it? After finishing my first can, I grabbed a small bottle from one of the refrigerators. It looked like water, but the bottle said ‘VODKA’.

I almost died.

It burned my throat, and gave me chest pain. I got a few odd looks from the few alcoholics that stuck around in the kitchen, but I recovered. I squeezed my nose shut and forced the liquid down my throat.

My eyes scanned the place for Axel, but still, no luck. Every time I went looking for him and didn’t see him, I went straight back to the kitchen to get myself a new drink. I tried almost everything there.

It made me feel kind of funny after a while.

I decided to mix the whiskey with Mountain Dew. It tasted really odd, but satisfying to me. I drank it, and tried throwing the glass into the sink. With my terrible aim, I hit the only person left in the kitchen with me; someone wearing a hoodie. It hit the back of his head and shattered against his hoodie.

The guy groaned in pain.

“I’m so, so, so, so sorry!” I apologized.

The guy didn’t reply.

I pulled off his hoodie, and put my hand on his head, “is it bleeding?! I’m so sorry- I should’ve known my aim was terrible! I always miss everything anyway-”

I stopped midsentence when I saw his face.

Holy mother of unicorn shits!

His blonde hair was slightly messed up. He looked tired and worn out. His lip was busted from earlier today, still giving him that badass look.

He pulled his hoodie back up, “don’t let anyone know I’m here. I just came down to get a bottle.”

I was speechless.

His voice came out soft this time. It sounded so sweet, like it was laced with honey. His amazing emerald green eyes shone with happiness and another emotion I couldn't tell.

“A-Axel-”

“Your aim sucks, please don’t ever play beer pong. You’ll die of alcohol poisoning,” he joked.

I felt like we were the only two in the world in that moment. It was probably the alcohol kicking in. He flashed me a breathtaking smile showing off his dimples. My heart stopped at that moment. There was no one but him in the world.

He smirked, “I didn’t know Cinderella wore red.

I don’t know why I found that statement so funny. I started laughing nonstop. I didn't notice he was standing in front of the refrigerator until he closed the refrigerator door with his foot. He had a bottle of vodka in his hand. All the alcohol was definitely kicking in.

He looked at me oddly before tilting his head to the right. It looked like an action a curious little puppy would do.

“Are you drunk?” he laughed.

I shook my head furiously before I hiccupped.

“Nope!” I answered popping the 'p'.

He laughed and shook his head. His Wizard of Oz emerald city green eyes shown with amusement as a smirk played at his perfect lips.

“You are.”

“No I'm not,” I denied with a hiccup.

He laughed and shook his head. He walked over to me and grabbed my hand. At his touch, my whole hand felt tingly. My heart raced at this little action. With a bottle of vodka in one hand, and my hand in the other, he led me out of the kitchen and up a large marble staircase.

“Axel?!” someone gasped, “Oh my god, you’re here! Where are you going?” an annoying blonde who was wearing a bikini asked.

Who wears a bikini in late October?! I heard Axel curse under his breath. Oh, she must’ve been bad if he doesn't like her. Not today, bitch.

“Fuck off!” I told her, giving her the finger.

The blonde's mouth dropped. I recognized her with that facial expression! She was a cheerleader at our school, one of Layla’s sidekicks. I heard Axel chuckle behind me.

“Did you hear what she just said to me?!” the annoying blonde cheerleader asked in her incredibly high pitched voice as we tried getting away from her.

“Yes, so please fuck off, Mindy.” Axel said pulling me up the staircase.

The blonde who he called Mindy stomped her foot childishly and rushed off. We went up a flight of stairs and after a few moments of me stumbling up stares with heels, I couldn't do it anymore. My legs gave up and I sat on one of the steps.

We were on one of the upper floors and there was no one up here.

“Why aren’t people here?”

“All the doors are locked.”

“Why?”

He was so patient with answering my questions, “so things don’t get destroyed.”

“Why?” I took off my heels.

“When things get destroyed, they have to get replaced. So I make sure stuff on the second and third floor doesn’t get destroyed, so moving guys don’t have to bother me.”

Woah, complicated.

“Where are we going?” I asked him in a whiny voice.

“Just a few more flights to go.”

“Where are we going?” I repeated myself.

He sighed, seeming embarrassed, “my room.”

~*~

Crush on Mr. Bad Boy by Lilly Purdon (21)

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