Prom Queen ⚢ [EDITING]

↻ ◁ twenty-two ▷ ↺

"and the years go by and she still dreams
she's the hottest girl in town"

Some snobby little café was the last place I wanted to be right now. Especially with some British stranger and a massive hangover after the party last night. Potent fumes of overpriced Colombian dark roast approached slowly as the waiter brought over the orders for both me and Mr. Bigshot, Sawyer Collet.

"You're eating all of that?" the man finally said to me after what seemed like perpetual silence. Horrible way to start a conversation with a woman, though—or anyone, for that matter.

"No," I told him, examining the giant plate of food briefly. "I'm gonna eat half of it and shove the rest up my ass."

Rather than laughing at my hilarious sarcasm, Sawyer sighed. "Are all American ladies as charming as you? Or just the rich and spoiled ones?"

"At least I can charm people without needing a ridiculous accent," I scoffed.

"Ivy, is it?" He asked for my name suddenly as if his family hadn't known mine for years. Now, granted, I didn't know his name or even what he looked like before my mother talked to me, but considering the formality of his family, I assumed he would've already done bounds of research.

"It is. And you are?"

"I believe we are well past this. You know my name, darling."

I wanted to puke. "Do not call me that."

"Oh, my apologies. Is that a name you reserve solely for your precious female friend from last night?" His chin nods in the direction of my neck, where I failed to cover up my brand new hickey with makeup. I thought this sweater would be fine to cover it, but it must've fallen down enough for him to see it.

Either way, the audacity of this man is ridiculous. "Shut the fuck up. You don't know me, Sawyer Collet."

"Oh, but you know me. So, surely you know the connections I have to your parents. Do they know of your little midnight lover?"

"She's my girlfriend, not my midnight lover—not that any of that is your business."

"It will be. Once we marry and merge companies, of course."

Okay, I needed to get out of here as soon as possible. "You can't be serious."

"I'm simply doing what's best for my family, Ms. Mora."

"You're telling me you want to marry me?"

"Oh, goodness, no. I have a partner of my own, after all. This is simply business."

The waiter came back around with refills for our coffee mugs, watching as we bickered with our plates untouched. I meant to eat something, I really did, but anything this guy said would've made me puke it all out. Instead, the perfectly poached eggs and golden french toast were forced to grow cold.