*DAISY'S POV*
Every year the football do some type of big fancy ball where everyone gathers and has a dinner.
I stand in the mirror doing my make-up and hair. I'm very nervous for tonight.
"Are you nearly ready? The group will be here soon to leave." Elijah walks into his bathroom where i am.
I turn to him with a smile.
"Yep, just got to put my dress on."
I look at his fully black suit and well-done hair, a small smile on his face. He looks so handsome.
"Don't you look cute." I walk towards him. His smile quickly falters.
"Cute my fucking ass."
"You look handsome." I replace my words.
"You look very beautiful." He kisses me softly.
"I don't even have my dress on yet."
"Go put it on."
"Okay."
I go into the wardrobe and put on my press.
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my dress ^^
Payton has the same dress in light blue which looks so good with her brunette hair.
"Are you ready Elijah?" I ask.
"Hurry the fuck up i can't wait any longer."
I giggle as i open the door and step out.
His eyes trail my figure and he brings his hand up loosening his tie almost panting for breath.
"... Daisy.." He whispers.
"Is it ok?"
His eyes snap up to mine.
"More than fucking okay." He walks towards me placing his hands on my waist.
"Thank you."
He kisses my harshly and i take a few steps back my back hitting the wall from his force.
His lips trail down to my neck.
"No hickeys."
He lets out a grunt.
"It's a formal event remember."
"I know." He pulls his head out my neck.
I reach my hands up and fix his tie as voices grow from downstairs.
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Sweet and Salty
RomanceShe's sweet like summertime. Daisy is full of energy, she loves talking and blabs to everyone. She's the sunshine on a rainy day. He's salty like salsa. Elijah is bitter and angry. He barely talks to anyone, he never gets along with people, everyon...
