Only In My Dreams

Party Like a Heiress

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

  Hola people. It's me again. This is going to be a really fun chappie, or at least I hope so. I love writing about parties, since I love parties myself. The music is what I come for. I love to dance, though I suck at it. I fall over my feet...... Though I do that on a daily basis anyways. This time, I swear I won't upload until I get seven votes and/or comments. Just because I want to know that people are reading. Last chapter, about 40 reads, one vote, one comment. I think that's a bit uneven for me. So, seven is the limit, or I won't upload. Not until I see ALL seven comments and/or votes. I will repeat myself many times so you remember. I might also be very mean in this chappie, so be prepared. ;)

  This chapter is dedicated to racingheart for all of her hard work on her new story, "Never Been Kissed". Go check it out.

  And might as well go and see The Moonstone Wolf Pack by Brodiexx while you're at it. (:

  Remember, seven is the lucky number.

WARNING. FOUL LANGUAGE.

CHAPTER SIX

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  [BEN'S POV]

  "You won't drink, will you son?" the Lacey's father asked after her mother called her down.

  "Yes, I promise not to drink. I only drink the occasional flute of champagne, sir," I replied smoothly. Although it was a lie. 

  "That's good," he replied.

  I was set up by a friend of mine on a blind date. I wasn't told who she was, and they laughed at me when I asked. I felt my palms clam up a little and I clasped them together to get more warmth. I tapped my foot slightly, getting impatient. Wasn't she told that I was coming? I assume that she's one of those blonde bimbos that take an extra half an hour just to get their boobs to pop out just right......

  And then she walked out.

  Her auburn-blonde hair was curled in spirals and sat gracefully on her shoulders, a golden clip shining in her hair. It had lilies painted on it, and I wondered vaguely where she had gotten it. Her gold dress came just past her mid-thigh and she had a pair of sandals strapped to her feet. She looked surprised as she met my gaze. She went slightly red, but smiled at me all the same.

  "Hello, Ben," she said, laughing slightly. Her voice, chiming like dozens of silver bells, pulled me out of my revere.

  "Lacey," I replied with a warm smile.

  "You live here?" she asked, her eyes clouding with confusion.

  "Uh, no. Not in this house. You do," I said, smirking.

  "Oh har har," she snapped, making me chuckle.

  "Shall we leave?" I asked.

  "Sure, why not?" she replied with a roll of her eyes.

  "Your curfew is at one tonight, Honey," her mother said, butting in.

  "In the morning?" she asked, confused. DIdn't she stay out past midnight every night?

  "Yes. In the morning. Is there a problem?" she asked.

  "No, no, no, no! Of course not!" she said, pausing. "Bye!"

  She grabbed my hand and dragged me out of her house. It confused me. Why would she run away from her parents like that? She opened the door and ran out. She stopped dead, like she saw something stunning. I closed the door behind us and walked up behind her. My Benz sat idle in the driveway and she gaped at it. She was rich enough to own a BMW, right? So why was she gaping at my car? I chuckled at the thought and towed her behind me, leading her to the passenger seat. She slid in gracefully and closed the door as she pulled her other foot in. I sighed softly as I walked around to the other side.