I welcome you to the last part that follows neither sense nor logic as it was written on aspirin. It is kid proof which may or may not be a good thing for some of us.
I hope you all enjoy anyways and that @sexibeastlawrence might get some of the comfort you wanted 😚🧡
The clock showed 7:45 p.m and was dying of nervousness. I was home alone, since Rick and Terry had dates to accompany to the dance themselves and mum was with her new boyfriend.
So I had nobody but myself who could console me and well, let's say it didn't really work. After getting up at 9.00, watching a strip of The Breakfast Club, nearly trashing the VHS tape because of my sudden hatred for the movie and its mellow happy end, I stood in front of the fridge for about 1 hour and 32 seconds deciding on what to eat somehow having the anxiety of not fitting into the dress - it ended in 3 big scoops of Hagen Daaz.
I was restless but yet somehow incapable of releasing the energy through physical activity.
Something Greg wouldn't have any problems with.
To finally calm down I had taken a bath and begun drying and styling my hair around 7.
I then proceeded adding a natural looking makeup matching the blue dress. I was sure Terry would've told me to go for the red lipstick full power but I only dusted my lips not wanting to look like I had anticipated this.
Because I hadn't. I was totally cool and in control.
Oh #*@" who was I kidding, instead of just ditching him I got myself all ready and awaited him in anxiety, starting to occasionally look outside starting 7:30.
Of course I was anticipating this!
The bell rang, making me jump in the hallway. Trying not to make a sound with my heels I neared the door tiptoeing for whatever reason, before looking at my watch- it was 7:55, he was five minutes early. Was that a good sign?
I opened the door ready to finally be the one mocking him, but the air was sucked from my brain and lungs upon seeing him, so I only ended up staring.
There he stood in a black elegant suit with red bow tie and utterly gorgeous, his golden hair shimmering under the porch lights.
We stared at each other, him with raised eyebrows and me with probably a slightly open mouth. He cleared his throat gesturing at me before letting his hand fall.
“You look ...quite tolerable. ” he gulped, a hand smoothing out his blazer. Could it be ...?
“You read Pride and Prejudice?!” I couldn't help myself from gushing aloud. Clearly my brain was not refilled on enough oxygen yet.
“I mean. You don't look that bad either.”
Greg wrinkled his brow “I don't read that shit, it's for pussys.” I rolled my eyes. It had been to good to be true.
The way his sky-blue eyes looked when he offered me his arm blew my anger away. “You coming ?” I placed my hand on his arms carefully, electrified at the sensation.
This was really happening. Greg Tolan and me were attending prom together.
As he led my to his car I could help but admire the black leather seating and polished varnish of his Cabrio. He opened his door getting in before blinking at me a grin in the corner of his mouth.
“You do know how to get into a car by yourself right ?”
Annoying I lifted my dress getting in on the passengers side before shutting the door with a thud. “Well blame me for expecting a little common courtesy.” At that he laughed starting the engine. It was a sound both beautiful and foreign.
“I forgot how easily you were provoked little Tulip. Maybe you're not such a tulip after all.”
“Even a tulip needs a little water... ”I muttered unable to contain myself.
Something warm was on my thigh and I felt heat rising in my cheeks as his large hand patted it before pulling away. It had felt so comfortingly warm. “Ok I might behave myself tonight.”
“Your hands are quite soft for an athlete. Let me in on your secret.” I retorted skipping his earlier statement.
Regarding his straight profile I watched the dimples forming around the curves of his mouth. Instead of answering right away he took my left palm in his hand, bringing it close to his lips so that they barely stroked over the back of my hand.
“Gloves. And handcream, judging by the looks of yours you should try it.” With that he let my hand go and turned the steering wheel to park.
“I thought you'd be nicer to me today.” I said folding my arms. Cutting the engine two fingers tuned my face towards him “Aw don't get all sour little Tulip, we will have plenty of time to enjoy ourselves.” He winked, getting out of the car but this time opening the passengers door for me extending an arm. I took it still confused about his behaviour. Did he like me or did he liked mocking me? I currently started to maybe believe in both out of sheer hope this was eve was not going to turn out like Steven King's "Cassie".
The party was already getting on pretty good so I was happy to hold onto Greg's arm, as the people automatically made room for him. I tried to avoid their stairs and pretended not to notice their whispering, but to me it seemed like their eyes might be everywhere. We reached the stage, a crowd of people already moving and dancing to the music. A couple of Greg's male friends made their way towards us - the all some loathed trio Tristan, Chas and Abe.
Tristan extended his hand to five Greg, him letting go of my arm. “Eyo, sup dude? What girl did you bring, do you even go to our highschool?” he eyed me up and down suggestively, as Abe pointed a finger at me. “Yea she does, that's the girl from bio. You know, the one with the weird books.”
“Just because you can't read doesn't mean they're weird.” Greg sneered his signature smirk on his mouth. I looked up at him questioningly which I knew he saw from the corner of his eyes, causing his smirk to boarden. His mates laughed and Chas patted Abe's back before they looked at Greg expectantly “You still in for tonight?”
“Course I am.” Turning to me his soft lips gave me a peck on the cheek, his hand on my ass. My eebrows shot up, something he seemed to enjoy. “I'll be back in a few babe, I'll bring you back some punch, heard Toby spiked it.”
Babe? I was his babe now? Oh he had to stop toying with me. A sudden bravery got hold of me as I swiftly tugged on his tie bringing him down to me so that I could whisper in his ear. “If you stand me up I'm gonna get drunk with your little friend Toby and puke in your car. I mean it.”
His baby blues lit up with mischief, slightly narrowing. “We wouldn't want that to happen would we. Rest assured doll, I'll be back.” A pat on the butt and he was swaggering off with his friends.
I really needed some of that punch I realized, noticing how I had held my breath just until now.
I turned towards the buffet, automatically craning my neck for Rick or Terry. I was pouring myself the first cup of the eve when I heard Terry's sarcastic voice from behind me
“They had a frog in there. ” I turned following his gesture towards the punch bowl before spluttering some it's contents from my mouth, partly shocked partly in laughter. I snatched the napkin he extended to me, grinning a bit.
“Frog in or not the punch's pretty tasty and exactly what I need to survive this evening.” Terry raised his eyebrows “Already getting cold feet? Where is that douche anyways?” I took another sip from my cup “Don't call him that.” Honestly don't have a clue why I am defending him. “He's somewhere with his friends and 's gonna find me later. Speaking of which, where is YOUR date?” Terry crinkled his brow. “Well I'm here as kinda the best man so to speak, hahah”
“Okay Terry besides your really bad puns and awkward laughter right now I might've believed you're just up for snatching somebody's partner today, but judging that performance you sure you didn't purposely bail on someone? I mean look over your shoulder, isn't that the girl who tried to hook Rick up with her cousin so that you two could be alone? Why not try her?”
I noticed Terry shifting “Nah that isn't really my type.”
“Okay, didn't work no biggie, well let's try someone else then how about — ” I was cut off mid-speech as Terry suddenly snapped at me.
“Don't you get it?! I said I didn't want to! Now excuse me —” Taken aback I stared after him making his way through the crowd before disappearing around the porch. I let my eyes travel over the crowd not seeing Greg and his friends anywhere. Maybe he'd really stood me up? No I was not going to overthink now. I decided needed another cup.
Making my way towards the moving pairs I slouched against the railing post waiting. Not for long and Rick made his way over to me, Deborah under his arm. I tried to smile.
“You look absolutely stunning! ” she told me and I nod not quite listening, my eyes still searching for the one that brought me here.
“You really do (Y/N). Did you see Terry perhaps? And where's Greg?” Rick inquired.
“I was just talking to him over at the buffet, Greg excused himself for a few.” Deborah looked at me pity in her eyes. I think I might dislike her like Terry does.
“Oh he's probably not coming back for you but hanging around with some other chicks, getting drunk with his mates — at least that's what he used to do when we were still a thing.” Deborah gave me a knowing look and I can't help myself sneering back at her “Or maybe he just didn't like you.” Both their expressions turn a little shocked before giving me a once over Deborah turned to Rick, kissing his cheek and excusing herself. “Well, I see he has rubbed off on you already, I don't have time for this. I must get ready for crowning promking and queen with the committee in 10 minutes.” As soon as she's gone Rick turns to me unnerved.
“Whoa (Y/N), I can't believe you'd say such things! What has gotten into you?” I shrugged taking another sip of my cup. This one's finally empty too. Means I'd have to get another. Rick continues talking but I don't listen anymore, seeing Mr.Darcy re-enter the room. I mean Greg. Somehow I get the feeling the punch might be starting to kick in. I extend an arm to signal him where I am, Greg sees it and I believe he might have smiled a little. Rick next to me turned following my gaze. “Oh there he comes. I can't believe you actually like that guy now.”
“I'm still figuring that out too.” I muttered still not ready to turn away any attention from Greg.
“See you around later.” I said to a baffled looking Rick, handing him my empty cup to make the last strides towards Greg, us meeting just at the edge of the dancefloor.
“You had fun?” I asked placing a hand on his chest to steady myself. Somehow I liked this new confidence the punch gave me. Thank Toby.
“And you had one or two drinks.” he stated, pulling me against him and leading me to the dancefloor where a slow song was currently playing.
I rested my hand on his chest letting him turn us to the tune. “Maybe” I sighted, a wave of relaxation washing over me at the smell of his aftershave. The firmness of his chest vibrated as I heard him laugh softly, his lips just hovering over my ear. “I think I kind of like you being a little submissve, tulip. ” I squinted at him, moving my hand from his to curl them around his neck. “Is that why you like to bully me?”
Watching I saw the corners of his mouth lifting, showing his white teeth. “It's affectionately annoying you.” Blinking to overplay the tingling in my gut in confusion and excitement, I crocked my head to the side. “You threw my book in the trash.” I felt his breath dancing over my face as he bowed his head a little “Because you like to dream your time away instead of acting.”
I felt a smile tugging at my lips. “And you used your therapeutic grace to snap me out of it ? Perhaps by tossing me in a bush every now and then?” I watched him roll his eyes actually looking a little sheepish. “That was three times. Besides you were annoying back then.” He moved a little closer and I was lost in his eyes, the blue seemed to stretch out and suck me in.
“And Mr. Darcy is a total knob. ” I laughed “Well you have a thing in common then.” His hands tightened on me, sending my heart into overdrive. “I think I'm gonna punish you for breaking our agreement to be civil today lil tulip.” My breath hitched my question stuck in my throat as his lips brushed mine.
This was gonna happen. Was it? I might faint.
That's when the music stopped. Like the other couples, me and Greg were woken from our trance looking towards the stage. The band had moved to the side allowing Deborah and the prom committee to take place on stage.
I thought, turning in Greg's arms to get a better look, his left arm still slung around my waist. Deborah started speaking but I didn't notice, my attention on the silken voice at my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “I didn't know you could get so vulgar.” My eyes snapped from the stage looking at him. “What?!!” He grinned a finger on his lips. I turned back towards the stage so he wouldn't see me flush. I couldn't believe I'd say that aloud. Maybe he WAS rubbing off on me.
I finally managed to focus on Deborah on stage.
“We will now nominate the promking and - queen. I really don't know who's it gonna be so let's look into the envelope shall we?” She held out her hand as another girl from the committee handed her an envelope. I blinked. She was wearing the Walking Christmas dress. It looked horrible. Inwardly I thanked Terry for his advice.
Looking around I could spot him at the far side of the floor, standing next to Rick eyeing Deborah darkly.
“And the promking is.... Greg.” I watched her regain her composure within a second. Greg Tolan is promking!”
Next to me Greg straightened, fastening his cufflinks as his friends patted his back. “Of course it's you man!” Turning to me he pecked my cheek before straightening his blazer and making his way on the stage, cheers errupting from the crowd watching. I stood frozen as I watched Deborah hand him his crown. He replied with his most charming smile.
“Always Greg. Now the promqueen is - OMG ITS ME. Guys really I had no idea!” I watched as somebody of the committee stepped foward placing a tiara on her head.
I suddenly felt suffocated and small. People like Greg and Deborah's were the winners in times like these. Greg was right, Mr. Darcy's days were over. And so why had I thought I could be a part of this Elisabeth Bennet glow?
To get a Fitzwilliam Darcy nowadays one had to be a Caroline Bingley, someone who listens to Madonna's like a Virgin and has the favour of the people on her side. Someone like Deborah.
Turning I made my way through the crowd passing Terry and Rick, the latter focused solely on his date up on stage. I was pulled aside by Terry who eyed me intensely. “Everything alright? Look I'm sorry about the ealier..”
I patted his arm pulling myself together. “It's cool Terry, I just need a breather with all those people around. ” He nodded letting me go mouthing 'later' before facing the stage again.
I didn't now why but after passing him and not being in immediate sight of the people around I started running down the beach, heels in my hands. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was a panic attack, maybe it were teenage hormones, I really didn't care as I flopped myself into the sand staring at the sky. For now I just wanted this moment alone.
Something prodded my side, stirring me from my thoughts and causing me to open my eyes blinking confused. In the distance I still made out the music and above me I made out Greg's face to my dismay. “I see sleeping beauty is awake.”
Squeaking in surprise I sat up. “I wasn't sleeping! I was just resting my eyes. How you'd even get here.” Greg shrugged offering me a hand and pulling me up. “Looked around. And you were sleeping, you snored, probably you're a drooler.” he added, his voice and eyes teasing. Flushing I instinctively put a hand to my face. No drool. Thank god. Squinting I noticed “You're wet.”
“And you are full with sand.” he retorted loosing his bow tie and putting it in his pocket.
“How did that happen you decided to nap in the ocean?” I inquired seeing that his crown was also nowhere to be seen. He had followed my gaze “If you're looking for that I tossed it. Your two rowdy little friends decided that they wanted to get into a fight.” He smirked slightly at my horrified expression. “Funnily enough one of them actually landed in the ocean while the other's full with sand like you.”
“Oh Greg, what did you do now?”
“I didn't do anything, that jerk was the one who pushed me into the punch bowl!”
I crooked a brow automatically. I lifted a hand to stroke his cheek but halfway in decided to ruffle his hair instead. He raised his brow in return “I guess this means your still a little drunk?” I shrugged.
“Dunno, just promise me they're alright.”
Rolling his eyes he took my hand leading me back. “Yea, the tulip's fine. Just swallowed a lot of salt water.”
I paused. “And what about Rick??”
Looking up I could see Greg grin from his side profile. “Well we sandboxed that pussy.”
“You did what??” Greg shrugged casually leading me up the stairs. “You know, the usual. After he passed out me and Abe burried him in sand.”
“His body?? Omg you burried him alive ?!” “Unfortunately just everything below the chin. Wouldn't want to risk my little tulip getting mad at me. ” I tried to ignore the rollercoaster being kicked off in my gut, looking around. “Hey this is the parking space? We not going back?”
He gestured at me and himself before responding “I figured we should clean ourselves. Besides I promised some time alone, didn't I? ”
I felt my cheeks heating up as he opened the door and us getting in his Jaguar.
“Uhu and where we going?” I challenged. “How about my place ?” Uh well. Fuck.
“If you haven't noticed, I didn't bring a spare change of clothes.” He smiles, letting the engine roar. “Don't worry I'm sure I have some panties lying around, maybe even a bra in used good condition. And if it gets really tough, I'm sure I can lend you a shirt.”
“I thought you'd gonna end that sentence with seeing me naked.”
His hand finds his way back to my thigh giving it a little squeeze before pulling away and watching my reaction, pleased.
“Well I'd be rude to not take up such an offer.”
I folded my arms grinning, even though I knew I was probably a little tinted pink.
“For someone who doesn't like classic novels you sure talk like them.”
He gave me a crooked smile sighting
“Maybe you're rubbing off on me.”
Once again I let my head sink back and follow the stars with my eyes. It may not make any sense as why I'm here with Greg, or why he's friendly all of the sudden. And it doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter if he does it to get in my pants, to fool me or he actually likes me.
Because today is the night where Pride and Prejudice still works the way Jane Austin meant it to.
And screw the book cause today I'm something I haven't been in a long time.
I know it as my gaze drifted towards Greg who smiled as we halted in front of his house.
Gre got out of the car, pulling my door open and extending a hand to lift me out.
I wanted to congratulate him on his manners but the instant I was standing before him, he pressed his lips onto mine keeping me against the car and curling an arm around my waist.
It was nothing I had expected,nothing I had seen coming, nothing I could get anxious about - it was perfect. I noted that his lips were so soft for someone who had such a teasing mouth.
Huddling together we made our way in, me nearly falling over as he caught me pressing me against the now closed front door.
I pulled away gazing into his eyes watching his widened pupils focus on me, his mouth slightly parted, our breaths mixing. “Isn't someone home?”
“Nah my grandma only visits during the week.”
“You live with your grandma? ” Rolling his eyes he picked me up climbing the stairs with swift athletic moves. “So I do, how about postponing family to another time.”
With that he kicked open his bedroom door before flinging me onto his mattress.
“Oh no rose bush this time?” I teased, watching his eyes gleam as he hovered over me.
He began to kiss a trail down my cleavage, while opening my dress from behind, me feeling his mouth grinning against my skin.
“Nah I'll save that for another time.”
💕❤️🔞⭐🐍💫👀👅🐻🌷🥴🌚🤩⏫💯👉🏻👈🏽💦 and 12 hours later I am able to sum up the resumé of my highschool life:
1. Never bail on the pretty underwear on prom(Terry was right!)
2. If you have the chance to go out with a guy that bullied you two years and you think it's a bad decision - it might end in Carrie it might end like Pretty in Pink (take the chance)
3. I need to stop making out with an athlete -
As a result I count the following:
Two bruised ribs (he said sorry)
A broken headboard and two ripped bed springs
I am absolutely paralyzed
4. This motherfucker did read pride and prejudice, I found it beneath a copy of last year's Playboy Beach Edition
5. I love the way I'm curled in right now, Greg's arms around me in a comforting hug while he sleeps.
6. Big spoon. In many ways.
7. Maybe Greg was right about something though, I will start living more instead of dreaming.
(But like hell I give up on my non-existent male characters)
8. I have no idea where this will lead, but I know it will be good.
