Brutal some might say, cruel to others. Aphrodite was none of those of course, just the best at what she did with no shame. Named after a Greek goddess obviously she was going to be a narcissistic bitch willing to do anything to get her way no matte...
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APHRODITE.
Everyone was ready to go by the time I walked downstairs, all dressed in different party attire. Whether it was a dress that showed everything or button up shirts that weren't buttoned. The purple dress I had on was tight but loose in all the right places, showing all the cleavage I needed for this to work out.
I wasn't looking forward to tonight. I didn't like house party's and I knew Harry was going to give me an hard time even if I attempted to play nice. There wasn't any other solution. Harry was going to play with me until he got his way, and I wasn't going to give in.
The ride there was spent of me stressing myself out and the others preparing themselves for the job. I knew I was going to succeed in it but that didn't ease the nerves that were running through my veins. I felt the need to exceed every expectation I made for myself, and drill myself on it until I do.
When we got there Harry's party seemed to be lively, people flowing from every open door. Everyone took their respected spots in the house, mine being in the kitchen until someone spotted David. I poured a cup of straight vodka, sipping on it slowly as I looked around the room. A guy who looked like he sneaked out of his house just to come to this party walked up to me, standing directly in front of me.
"Hey pretty thing, whatcha doing standing alone at a party looking this fine?" He questioned with a heavy New Jersey accent. He was definitely in high school, so how he even got invited was beyond me. There was a trail of hair that resembled more of dirt on the top of his lip, followed along with pimples across his cheeks.
"Waiting for someone who doesn't refer to me as a thing or looks like he just hit puberty." I mumble shooting him a look. I hoped that had given him the hint to leave, and when I turned my gaze away from him he walked away muttering 'whore' under his breath.
I thought I was finally about to get a chance to be alone, but then a body slide next to me and cleared their throat, making me jump slightly as I turn their way. Harry, of course.
"Glad to see you made it Aphrodite, was starting to believe you wouldn't show." He grinned crossing his arms. "What can I say, you're good at convincing people." I respond in the most monotone voice I could, looking back in front of me. It was almost the estimated time David was to show, so I was trying to hurry this up. Everyone was positioned in their spots to make it run smoothly as they chatted with each other through ear pieces.
"You somehow look hot and stunning at the same time." Harry breathed fixing his collar. I don't even think he meant to say it as I stare at him blankly, causing him to slap his hand over his mouth quickly. Hot I was used to, but stunning did have my mind blank for a quick second. "Thanks. You look good too." It was quiet between us after that, only the sound of my nails tapping against my cup coming in anticipation.
I didn't like how giddy Harry was being around me. I was used to the Harry who annoyed me every chance he got and never got flustered like this. He was more annoying acting like a twelve year old boy that just talked to a girl for the first time.
