Falsities

Chapter Seven

Rowan's POV
I was going in and out of my closet, trying on a bunch of different dresses. I pulled out the yellow sundress I owned and put it on, then walked out of my closet. "This one?" I asked Peyton, who was sitting on my bed.
"I know I said not too fancy but that's not fancy at all," he says, then scratches the back of his neck. "So wear it." I laughed, smiling at him. I had asked him to help me pick out my outfit for Alex and I's "date" tonight, because we were both dreading it.
"But, Peyton, we have to be serious," I tell him, brushing out my hair. "Joel and Michael are going to get mad at me if I look like trash on this date."
"You never look like trash," he says sweetly, and I smile at him.
"No, really, I need to look nice," I say as I walk back into my closet and pull out one of the prettiest dresses I own. It was simple and black. It went down to my mid-thigh and had capped sleeves. I pulled on black heels and walked out of my closet.
"Rowan," Peyton murmured when he saw me. He stood up and walked over to me, putting his forehead against mine. "You look gorgeous." I smile. "Don't wear it."
"I'm going to," I tell him, and he pulls away.
"Go on a date with me instead," he whines.
"Trust me, I would love nothing more than that," I sigh, going to put my makeup on. "But I have to go. We can't have Sabrina and Corey and everyone else lose their jobs because of us, so I have to." I grab his right hand with my left one and we leave my dressing room.
When we get back to the main studio, where Michael and Joel told us to meet them, we find Alex and Dean standing there next to them. As we approach, Alex smiles and Peyton clenches his other fist. "You look lovely, Rowan," Alex beams. I take a step closer to Peyton. "Shall we?" he asks, sticking out his hand. I look at Peyton.
"Are you sure he can't come?" I ask Joel.
"Yes," he says harshly, "I'm absolutely positive that Peyton cannot come with you." Peyton turns to me and puts his left hand on my cheek, quickly attaching our lips and not letting go. I wrap my free arm around his neck as we continue to kiss, grabbing air in between each one.
"Peyton!" Michael yells, and we separate our lips. Peyton kisses me quickly one more time before completely separating our bodies from each other, arms removed from necks and hands removed from cheeks and hands removed from hands.
"I don't want to go," I tell Alex. "And I do not enjoy that you have forced me into this." I walk past him and stop in the doorway, looking back. All five males are staring at me, but Peyton walks up to Alex and turns his head to him harshly. We're all looking at them now.
"Kiss her and so help me God I will knock your teeth out and break your bones," Peyton growls and I try to hide my smile.
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Short little chapter but filled with little Reyton things.
•What's gonna happen on the date?