𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ✔️

♡ Chapter 5 ♡

July 5th.

Dress shopping makes me horny.

With the party tonight, none of my red dresses were up to my standards. 

I had my eyes out for the perfect dress. I walked up and down each isle in Versace, looking for a short red dress.

I paused and a smile slowly formed on my face. I grabbed a red one off of the hanger. It was perfect. Dark red, short, and a little bit slutty. 

"Celeste Dobrev. Can't say I'm surprised to see you here," a voice says from behind me.

My glossed lips slowly turned up in a smile. I turned around, coming face-to-face with Aaron. 

"My fortune this morning told me I'd be seeing a dog today," I looked him up and down. "Was expecting a furry one, but you'll do."

He stepped toward me with a smile, slipping his hands into the pockets of his slacks, "Ouch, funny coming from the girl who used me for a one-night stand and never called again."

"I was busy," I pursed my lips to the side. "Joined the army for a while, because I'm so patriotic."

"Ah, of course," he nearly laughed, not minding my sarcasm. 

His brown eyes moved to the dress in my hands. I held it up to my body and asked him, "What do you think?"

He started to walk circles around me while rubbing his chin, "Hm."

He stopped walking once he was right in front of me again. 

"I'd say it's perfect. What's the occasion?" he asked over the stores' music playing. 

Trying to look hot enough to make the world's most emotionless man fall in love with me.

"A party," I settled for.

His blonde eyebrows raised, "A party. Any chance you need company?"

"No, I'm actually going with...." my voice got quieter as my sentence went on. "You know what? Yes, I do need company."

Jealousy. 

If Nic sees I'm with another man, maybe that will bother him. Hurt his ego. 

"I'll text you," I say quickly, walking backward to go to the cash register.

I buy the dress and head back to my car. I toss it into my backseat and put on a pair of sunglasses before starting to drive. I sing and tap my nails against my wheel as I drive, and since it's mid-day, the roads are packed.

My singing is cut off as I'm forced to slam my breaks when somebody cuts me off. My sunglasses almost fell off my freaking face.

I slam my hand against my horn. I quickly switch lanes and speed in front of them, just to slow down and cut them off back. 

"Ha-ha," I laugh to myself, seeing them slam on their breaks behind me.

I raise my hand up above me since I was driving my Convertible with no roof, and stick my middle finger at them.

They didn't seem to like this. They changed lanes and sped up, so I sped up, too. And soon enough, we were driving directly beside each other down the road. My black hair flew behind me, and my Prada sunglasses protected my eyes from the wind. 

"Hey fuck face, go eat shit!" I yell at them, even though their tinted windows were rolled up.

The window slowly rolled down.