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"Miss Vaughn, I won't repeat"
There, he towers six feet three, flexing his jaws with eyes full of anonymity. Taking a step back as he's worn out from my bratty behaviour, heavily disappointed and absolutely unnerved. My lips unfurl to his expectant eyes, "You can tell that to my father" he rolled his eyes, "get in as we talk about that".
"I have a party to attend" I splashed my meanie face to him making him sweep that pretty face with his sweaty palm, "get in, Mya", though i have never been ordered like this before and i have no darn idea what made him believe he can order me, but that voice indeed gave me goosebumps and chills down my spine. Nevermind, he's too sexy to be left disappointed.
I slipped into the back seat from the left door completely ignoring the right one he held opened for me. Throwing my backpack off my shoulders as i folded my legs to be rage-fully comfortable. "what?" I asked in sharp tone. He didnt answer, hell he didnt even look my way from the rear view mirror. Now this person just abruptly interrupted my glitter party, and now refused to open those reddish lips. "are you going to tell me where we are going?", again no glances, no response. Enough.
Leaning my palms over the front head rest and one on his shoulder, I climbed to his nearby seat, plopping my ass as i sat successfully. "tell me!!" i was as agitated as i sounded. "just stay down Miss Vaughn, your father informed me about what you did last time you asked and went for a party. And requested me to make you stay away from those disguised frat parties" I rolled my eyes looking out the window, "i dont do drugs for fuck sake", "no one is going to feed you by saying what it is, there's drug in every damn drink in these stupid parties and you are not a teenager i need to warn."
Point. "But! it's weekend, do you want me to rot in my apartment while all my friends are getting wasted" he shrugged, his eyebrows pulling up to retrieve his forehead lines that definitely made me bite my lips. "your father will hang me upside down" I smiled at that comment.
My father is unnecessarily concerned sometimes, I do understand I flooded kind of a drama few weeks ago, however it was a mistake and it was all because of some stupid paparazzi who believes the mayor's daughter doesn't drink as a normal human. I mean, I also smashed the dance floor with all those hip grinding steps but that's okay, that's what i would have also done if my father wasn't a mayor. I would never understand why it's not considered anything normal. Is this what I'm going to do this whole weekend...Even they are out of town for some campaign.
