Never Kiss And Tell [18+]

☘ℂℍ𝔸ℙ𝕋𝔼ℝ 11☘

It had been about three weeks since my last encounter with Aaron. It wasn't my proudest moment, I had left his house with shame the next morning bright and early before the sun could rise.

Like someone after a one night stand, I felt ashamed and guilty. I can't believe I let that guy take my first kiss. What was I thinking? More importantly what was he thinking? how could he have said that to me?

What's he trying to do? Pull me in just to push me away again?

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School was starting only of couple weeks from now and I'm dreading it. I've grown used to seeing my family you know my dad and Milani and maybe Alessandro too. As for everyone else, I'm surely not going to miss them a matter of a fact I'll be happy to be away from them.

Unfortunately today my parents and I as well as Milani have been invited to a party hosted by the Jennings, Elizabeth's parents. I don't want to be there and I'm sure Milani doesn't either but, when you have parents, well mothers like ours you really don't have a choice.

When I tell you that my mom never let's me wear anything remotely revealing yet today she gave me a dark blue silk dress with a deep neckline and an open back. Claims that I need to show the "good body" that I have knowing that the only thing that'll be showing is skin and bones.

It's no secret that I'm underweight, granted some of them do still think I'm fat but, that doesn't take away from the truth.

Pulling myself from this hell of a chair I've been sitting in for the least 2 hours. Who takes 2 hours to do one face? Well maybe they were doing my hair too but who cares it shouldn't take that long.

Fine, I'm usually takes longer than this to do my hair but I don't like the outcome so, it makes no sense that this much time was spent doing it. She straightened it, my curly hair has been straightened and don't think for a second that this is what I wanted. I would've never done this to myself. My curls mean too much to me for me to willing go out if my way to damage them.

It was my mother, that evil witch. I protested I really did but, what she says goes and dad never stands up for me. She would never allow it. She'd threaten him with divorce and with how much he craves her love he'd never defy her.

My hair looks gorgeous, but I hate it . Especially since she made do it because straight hair looks more "sophisticated". Anything to belittle her own race I guess.

Yawning I turned to thank the lovely stylists that worked on my look onky to find my mother's eyes scanning me with disgust. She's mad again, it seems I'm not allowed to express my tiredness anymore.

Still with a smile on my face I managed to say my thanks " Thank you guys so much, everything looks lovely ". Their faces reciprocated my smile. " You lovely" one said while tye other just stood there admiring her work with a smile.

Walking past mother I looked around in hopes of seeing Milani's look before we arrived, I wanted to compliment her the way young girls do without the judge filled looks of the many adults we will be seeing.