Abused for Love [completed]

17 - Carre

The dance was tonight, I was excited. I've never been to a dance before and the thought of going to one, with Coyy. Really exciting. I already picked the dress, so he knew what I was wearing because he kinda bought it. I didn't know what he was going so that should be interesting. I would expect him, as a guy, to go in a t-shirt and slacks. But you know, who knows. I was excited, school passed in a breeze, I went home. Not talking, wanting to get ready for the dance.

Reality hits me. I have to go home, that's where the dress is, that's where I have to go. Then what Coyy says comes back to me, 'I think you'll like some of the things I picked.' Maybe just maybe he brought it with him. I head to his Grand-mére's house. With any luck, I might have twenty to buy some decent make-up. Never mind I have a hidden stash in my bag. I smiled at myself, my brilliant, amazing always prepared self.

Coyy made me a key the other day, as my self-retreat. I love him, he's the best. When I get there I head to Coyy's room. He has been sleeping with me lately. Not like that but... why am I explain this to myself? I think. Not like that, but more besides me. I locked the door when I turn around I see Coyy sprawled out on the bed, eyes open looking up at the ceiling, oblivious to the fact that I walked in. I see he has earbuds in, that explained it. I sneak up beside him. "Boo," I say. He doesn't jump or anything, I check his pulse, he still has one. "Coyy, Coyy," I say shaking him lightly. He doesn't respond. I get up to grab some water to pour over his head.

I get the water and when I come back and I fall in when I hear the door close behind me, I look over at the bed to see Coyy isn't there anymore, arms come around and pick me up and swing me around, I laugh. When they put me around, it's Coyy. I lean up and kiss him. He smiles. "You left straight after the bell 7th hour, I didn't know if you were okay." He whispers, I didn't realize until then that his lips were at my ear slowly nibbling down to my neck. I roll my eyes, "I wanted to get ready for the dance, do you have the dress?" I look up at him. He nods, "Did you get the right one?" I ask him, he shrugs. "That's for you to find out." I went to the closet and saw a royal blue dress that would probably go to my thighs. It was strapless. I turn around and look at him. He smiles, "It's either that or this." He holds up a pale pink dress that has ruffled shoulder straps and goes down to my feet and then the poofs out into a bunch of ruffles, hideous, hideous things. I take the blue one and go to change.

I was right, it went down to my thighs. I twirl while looking in the mirror, "It's beautiful." I murmur, Coyy comes behind me and rests his head on my shoulder. He wraps his arms around my waist, "I knew you would like it." He smiles at himself. I roll my eyes. "Are you ready to go yet?" I look at his eyes through the mirror. "No, I wanted to see what the dress looked like on you." I looked at him, but I had to turn around to do so. "Well I'm not done getting ready, I still have a ways to go, if you don't mind." I turn back to the mirror in just the right amount of time for him to roll his eyes. I laugh. "Why are you laughing?" I turn around and hop onto the bathroom counter. "You mister, aren't as sly as you think you are." I look at him, he's smirking. "Why are you smiling at that? I expected you to be much angrier at that comment, then you are." I looked at him, we were about eye-level. He leans forward, "I am not angry because you are wrong, I am much sneakier than you think. He lifts me up off of the cabinet.

"Seriously, I have to get ready for the dance." I looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "That's what you think." He mumbles and he kisses me softly. I land on the bed. He kisses me softly, It lingers before I push him away, his hand was at my thigh. "Seriously you have to let me ready and no kissing before the dance you're wrinkling my dress. I wrap my arms around my waist. He leans closer, I put my finger to his lips, "No. I need to get ready and you need to get dressed." I say softly. I push him off me and walk to the bathroom. Lock the door, idiot. Myself yells at me. No, if he wanted more, he would've tried to have more. But he didn't, he was being respectful. My more reasonable side says.