She is Not Who You Thought She Was

Chapter 53/Tiny Fuck

"Go help yourself," Frostee started, "I'll meet you over there later."

"Okay."

I nodded at Mr. and Mrs. Lee as a brief goodbye before I left for the bar. I didn't get the feeling they were going to talk about me. They probably were going to discuss the charity, auction, or something of those sorts.

"How can I help you, little lady?" A bartender asked as he shook a cocktail and poured it into a glass for the woman standing next to me.

"I'll just take a virgin mojito." That is what Kayla and I got last time...minus the virgin.

"You got it." He said then went back to preparing the drink.

To pass the time, I studied all the different alcohols trying to figure out what each one was. A whiskey, scotch, or even a tequila. Suddenly, I felt someone bump into the side of me and I almost toppled over. Before I could fall while breaking my ankle in the process someone's big arms caught my backside and also held onto my bicep keeping me from swinging all the way back. I groaned at the impact and looked up to see the assailant.

"S-Sorry about that..." He looked towards me and stopped. He smirked devilishly. His hair was a dirty blonde and was messy. His bow tie didn't even looked tied just like a bunched up piece of fabric. Did he even put any effort into his appearance? "Hey there s-sexy." He slurred and the alcohol reeked. I winced at his words. "Let me buy you a drink." He winked and I almost vomited.

"It's an open bar dumbass." I looked at him in disgust. He slammed his drink on the counter next to him making some of the liquid spill out. He pointed at me before opening his mouth.

"Another stuck-up priss that thinks she is too good for me. Well guess what you tiny fuck-"

"Shut the hell up, Cole." My eyes widened. I turned and saw that it was Rock who had caught me from falling.

"Rockwell Chase." Cole narrowed his eyes pronouncing each letter as well as a wasted person could.

"Leave." Rock said clearly.

"What?" He frowned angrily. "Is she your bitch?"

"If you say another fucking word and I'll make sure you end up in the fucking hospital." His words were sharp and cold, but the feeling of his hands on my lower biceps were anything but that. Cole stared at Rock, looked down at me then back at Rock. Cole scoffed then he turned and stumbled away from the bar. I looked up at Rock his eyes dark. I studied his expression as Rock watched him walk away. How he looked after him made me think he changed his mind and was going to put that asshole in the hospital anyways. He blinked twice then looked down at me. I was practically wrapped in his arms and...I didn't want to untangle from them. He felt warm...strong, and...safe. My lips parted as I got lost in his eyes. He looks...unreal.

"Your mojito Miss." Rock lifted his head and dropped his hands from my body, but stayed close to me not moving another inch. I blinked several times then turned to the bartender.

"Thanks." I muttered.

"Would you like something?" The bartender asked Rock.

"I'm fine." He put a hand up.

"They are serving you alcohol?" Rock asked with what sounded like...worry in his voice.

"I got a virgin." I took a sip. I left my lips on the glass as I tasted it. "I asked for a virgin." My lips curved up. I set the cup back down on the table. It's not that I wouldn't enjoy the liquid courage, but my tolerance is...nonexistent.

"When did you get here?" He asked as we started to wander away from the bar, out of the way of the others ordering drinks.

"A little bit ago." I answered.

"Where's Thomas?"

"He's talking to his parents." I shrugged.

"They are probably discussing the auction items." Rock guessed the same as I did.  We ended up in the corner leaning on the wall and looking at all the people. I took this time to acknowledge Rock's appearance. His hair was styled the same way it was at the dinner party. His entire tux was black including his dress shirt however, he didn't have a vest like Frostee. I glanced at his bow tie and couldn't help but stare. It's...It's red.

"Buzz?" I darted my eyes back to his and they were a gold color. "I was asking if you've seen Flora yet?" He asked the question again which I had ignored.

"No. I'm sure I will though. Actually, I wanted to ask you something tonight." I pushed my dark blue nails into my palm and then released. Rock furrowed his brows wanting me to continue. "I think we should go somewhere more private."

"Okay." Rock's eyebrows relaxed and he glanced around us. "Come on." He folded his hand in mine and we walked to a door that had a small table placed next to it. It wasn't the first time Rock had held my hand, but the butterflies in my stomach still flew. The door closed behind us and we were enveloped in darkness the only light being the small twinkling lights stringed across the ceiling. "What was so serious that we couldn't talk out there?" He asked and dropped my gloved hand.

"It's about your dad." I said waiting for his reaction. He tilted his head slightly.

"Why my dad?" He squinted his eyes slightly. I licked my lips quickly.

"Well..." I really don't want to talk about this, but he won't understand me unless I do. "Remember the dinner party...when we were in the bathroom?" I slowly looked back up at him. He nodded slowly not showing any awkwardness about remembrance of the situation. Which helped me relax. "You said, 'This isn't the first time'. What did you mean by that?" There was no need to beat around the bush. Rock looked away, turned his head to the side not looking at me, and took a deep breath.

"I don't remember saying that." He stared into my blue eyes lying to them.

"Bullshit. Your reaction proves that." I paused for half a second. "You remember." I looked at him angrily. He pushed his lips together tightly then released.

"It meant nothing, princess."

"Look, my mom works with...or for your dad now. I just want to know if, what I think is going on...is." I stared at Rock hopefully. Rock looked up sighing and as always, rubbed his thumb across his bottom lip.

"Most likely, yes." I looked down at the bottom of my dress. "I'm sorry Scarlett." Again he was apologizing for his dad, just like he did the night we saw Brandon and my mom. Why does he feel the need to apologize for something that isn't his fault?

"Who was it?" I asked.

"Who? Who was what?" Rock repeated confused.

"Who was the first woman?" I asked more clearly. Rock stiffened and slowly moved his head from side to side saying a silent 'no'.

"No Scarlett. I-I can't tell you." Rock stuttered and he rarely does. I studied him and he already knows what I look like when I am trying to read someone so there is no reason to hide it.

"I know them?" I asked to see if my theory is correct.

"No." Rock said too quickly. I'm right.

"Who is it?" I demanded getting closer to him.

"Fuck Scarlett." I felt his warm breath kiss my cheek. "I can't." He stepped back into the wall.

"Just tell me." I got even closer and now he had nowhere to go. Rock breathed in and out.

"Frostee's mom."

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