My Ride Or Die

Chapter 6

Khalil POV
Walking down the hall the next day I bump into the president.

"Khalil! Hello. Arent you suppose to be with Brice?" He asks

"Uh yes Mr. President. I am actually on my way to her room now."

"Ah well you have been doing a fine job this past month. I will be giving you a raise."

"Oh thankyou so much sir."

He smiles as I continue walking towards Brice's room. I look both ways in the empty hall before just walking right in to see Brice pulling on a tank top. She jumps when she see me as I shut the door.

"Dont you knock?"

"Clearly not." I smirk.

She rolls her eyes as she puts her hair up in a ponytail.

"So we're going to a party? " she aks

"Yup. Just so you and Anisa can get the full teen experience."

I go to her bed and lay down.

"Ive been to many parties. I dont see how this would make me more normal."

"Trust me Princess. You've been to ball room parties but not a full blown house party."

She turns and faces me with confusion, "House party?"

I nod smirking as I put my arms behind my back.

"So what does one-"

I glare at her.

"I mean what do I wear to a house party?"

"Just be sexy. Its kind of like a club just not in a...club."

Her face twists into even more confusion.

I sigh, "Oh yea...you've never been to a club....just trust me. After today you'll feel more normal than you've ever felt."

"So are your parents still upset about you're new change?"

She sighs, "yea they just basically ignore me even more now and they dont even like the fact that Im not talking properly but they're gonna have to get used to it cause soon we'll be back to a regular life."

"Yea I dont get it. You had a regular life before your dad was elected yet you dont know or didnt know anything modern. Why?"

"Well all my life my dad has been some type of official whether it be a governor or a senator...even mayor and we always had..ehem money. So I was always taught the proper way of things cause my parents always held our family to higher standards than anyone else. This is why I can wait for his final term to be over cause I know that after this, he'll have nothing left."

"But Brice. Im not so sure it'll be over. Your father is really and I mean really good at what he does. The people of this country love him and I think that they love him so much...they'd re-elect him." I whisper the last part and her face falls.

My heart breaks a little for her. Now that I think about it...Brice is no different from me. Yea she has more money but we both have a problem. She just wants to be accepted and live a regular life like I do. I want my dad to accept me and stop being such a fuck up. I want a regular life in which I'd have a good job. Maybe she's not a princess after all.

"Khalil? Are you ok. You're just staring at me."

I blush and clear my throat, "Yea Um...just be ready by 8 so we can go."

I get up and rush out quickly. Man Im falling the fuck apart. I need a beer.

Brice POV

"Ooo what if there are tea and crumpets!" Anisa gushes.

"Oh I hope so. Thats only the best and most popular serving dish at a party." I smile as we go through clothes.

"Ohh I think im gonna wear this!"

Anisa holds up a quite revealing dress. I look at my clothes and pick up a gown just as mom opens the door.

"What in goodness gracious is this!" She walks over to the clothes that lay out on my bed.

"I came here to make amends yet I come to see that you're here trying to become...sluts."

We gasped, "Mom-"

"WHAT! I am only speaking the truth Brice!"

"Mom you have no right to speak to Anisa like that!"

"Anisa dear, Im just being honest."

Anisa remains quiet as she puts down the dress.

"You can forget the apology I was going to give you and get rid of all these clothes...NOW!"

With that she slams the door and I just stare at it in anger before looking over at Anisa with sympathy.

"Dont worry about it Brice. Its fine."

"She just infuriates me! You know what..we are going to this shin dig and we are gonna dress like...like.."

"Sluts?"

"YES....like fucking sluts."