Book #2 of Prystyne and Heath's relationship.
After the events of last book, what happens now. Well, a lot. You're just going to have to read to find out
Swearing, drugs, alcohol and mature/sexual themes
This is book 2!
Book one is: Pretty, Precario...
"Prys are you- damn. You look hot," Wren compliments after barging in my room.
I roll my eyes. "Do you not know how to knock? I could've been naked!" I exclaim.
"Well that was the goal," he mumbles. I take a pen off my desk and whip it at him. He ducks while laughing. "Kidding! Kidding! Come on sweetheart," he holds his hand out for me.
I can't help but laugh and take it. "You look handsome," I compliment as we walk towards the front door.
"I do, don't I," Wren does a full 360 in his navy blue suit.
"Lady and gentleman. I'm here, I'm bad and I'm hot! Woozah!" Jordyn screams walking in. Wren and I laugh as she prances over to us.
She's wearing a tight long gold dress. "You look amazing Jordyn," I compliment, taking in her appearance.
"So do you but your parents are going to kill you," she says.
I look down at my appearance. A short white dress, for visual it looks like a white dress shirt with a white corset over top. Silver strappy heels and a half up, half down hairstyle. My hair freshly straightened and curled loosely.
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"It's pretty short but I think the long sleeves make up for it," I shrug while opening the door. "Bye Drake!" I shout, wherever he is.
We walk outside over to Wren's new Mercedes. I get in the passenger seat, Jordyn in the back and Wren driving. We begin the drive.
The whole drive there Jordyn and I were singing at the top of our lungs. Pretty sure Wren is fed up with us but it's fine, he loves us anyways.
"Uhhh, Prys. Where should I park?" Wren asks. I look up from my phone and realize the place is crowded. With guests and even paparazzi.
"Of course my parents had to make this a big thing," I mutter. "Go around to the side," I point to the left. He follows our instructions making it to the garage.
We all get out and begin walking towards the front door. Cameras flash in our face as we approach. "Prystyne Terrance! Prystyne, how do you feel about your sister's huge promotion. Must be jealous?" A lady asks. A huge camera in my face with bright lights.
I stop to face the paparazzi. I smile as if I'm about to say something sweet. "Well if you want my honest opinion. I couldn't give a fuck," I retort.
Gasps and laughter comes from the crowd. "But you're a Terrance. Wouldn't you want the same role somewhere in the future?" She questions.
"Nope! I want nothing to do with this business in fact. The Terrance's and the Kade's are horrible people I want nothing to do with," I speak my mind.
"Prys maybe you shouldn't," Jordyn whispers. I wave her off.
"Then why are you here tonight?"
I laugh. "Well without me there's no party. You say let them eat cake, I say let them choke on cake!" I exclaim.
