Meet Kristal Jane Anderson.
The girl that feels as though she was stripped from all the joys of life on one ungodly night. A night that changed her whole perspective on love forever, a night in which she stopped believing in it's existence, a night...
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Kristal Anderson
My face scrunched up in complete and utterly confusion, I don't think my face had ever looked so expressive, "Who's we?"
He motioned between us with his index finger, "You and I,"
"Who– I– a ball? What is this the 1800s"
"It's a charity ball that people attend every year, this year I was chosen to attend it and I thought why not bring the only person who would make being in a room full of stuck up people bearable?" He explained.
"That person being me?"
"Precisely," He said with a nod.
I slid the bags higher up in my bed and took a seat at the edge of my bed, "Why would you spend your hard earned money on all this without asking me first? What if I say no,"
His lips quirked into a cocky smirk, "Because I know you won't,"
I narrowed my eyes at him, "You know what? Now I might just say no out of spite for your cockiness," I said only half joking, "When is it?"
"I'll pick you up at around six on Sunday,"
"There you go again assuming that I'm gonna say yes,"
"What can I say, I'm an optimistic guy," He said with a shrug.
"Well, Mr optimistic I would highly suggest lowering your optimism because the chances of me saying yes are at a solid 30%,"
"Why? Is it the dress? Cause we can do this all over again tomorrow, darlin,"
I shook my head, "The dress is fine, it's gorgeous in fact. It's me, I just need to think. . . about this," Now I was the one motioning her index finger between us, "if I should even be doing this is the first, sneaking around like a teenager. If we told anyone about this, they would definitely something's wrong with us,"
A laugh rumbled through his chest, "Probably, but it will make for a fun story someday," That earned a smile from me, "Do you wanna do it?"
I stared at him for a moment longer than I needed to, "I just don't want to be a bad person, I don't want to be ungrateful to the woman who took me in when I needed it most, I'm too scared to even imagine her reaction if she found out about this,"
He nodded after listening to my ramble, "Okay, Now I wanna know what you want, do you wanna do this?"
Even in my head I was too ashamed to admit that I wanted this, that him being here on my window sill would be the highlight of my week.
Him being here made me feel things, the thrill of possibly getting caught was intoxicating, addictive even. And that scared me. How alive I felt around him scared me.
I shook my head, "I don't- I don't know what I want," I lied through my teeth.
"That's a lie so I'm gonna ask you again; what do you want?"
