I'm His

2-𝙷𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚃𝚛𝚢☯︎︎

What am I supposed wear? I don't know where he is bringing me. I don't want him to think I'm that easy so nothing is happening tonight. He can try but I won't budge.

I still don't even remember what happened last night with him, how am I supposed to know he's a good guy, or a good choice.

Whatever, I need to pick out something to wear.

I open my closet and my hands search through the hangers on clothes. I come across a black scrunched grass that I have yet to wear. I like it. A lot. I think this would be perfect, not to dressy, but it still looks like a tried.

I look down to the floor of the closet and I pick up black velvet high heels. They are surprisingly comfortable, and they make my legs look amazing.

I slip on the dress and move over, in front of the mirror. I run my hands down the dress, laying it onto my body.

I haven't dressed up like this in a while, not since Liam died. Fuck I miss him, he was my best fucking friend, other than Alyssa. We all got along so well. He meant so much to me and he still does. Why did he have to go on that stupid ass plane?

I need to stop. I tell my self in my head as a tear rolls down my face. I look in the mirror and I almost breakdown, until I hear my phone ding. I wipe the tear from my cheek and walk over to my phone that is lying on my bed.

From Marshall:
I'm here.

To Marshall:
Ok give me a minute and I'll be out.

I grab my black, textured, small cross body purse and stick my phone in it, as I flip my hair on either sides of my shoulders.

I exhale  deeply and smile into the mirror for a moment. I grab my house keys and but then into my purse as I walk out the door.

I see a black car, Mercedes, I think. It has dark tinted windows and a shiny paint finish. As I walk up to the car I hear his radio muffled really low like he has a almost sound proof car.

I think he sees me, as I hear the car door unlock. I place my hand on the car handle, opening the door. The music instantly blares out towards me.

His hand moves to the dashboard, turning down the music and his eyes move over to me. He slightly smirks and licks his bottom lip, then lightly biting it.

I internally smile as I sit in the passenger seat. I get an overwhelming smell of him, almost a cold and roughy smell but also comforting. I shut the car door, buckling my seat belt.

"Hello, Beautiful" He says as I feel his eyes biting into my skin, but I continue looking straight.

"Hi."

"Look at me when I'm talking to you." He says putting his cold hand onto my face, turning me to look at him.

"Whatever" I say as I reach my hand up to push his away.

I hear him heavily breath through his nose and I look at him run his hand down his face.

He moves his big, veiny hand to the gear shifter, putting it in drive. His other hand lies on the steering wheel, gripping it tight.

"Where are we going?"

He doesn't answer me as the car accelerates and I'm left confused about what is happening tonight. All I know is he's not going to fuck me. He can try all he wants. Not Happening.

We pull into a parking lot of a corner bar. It looks hectic but still a bit classy.

"You'll love it here."