The ball was not fun. I’ll tell the truth. Most of the night was of James and I were attached at the hip. People coming to congratulate us, people came to talk to us, reporters came to us to ask questions. Every time someone came up to us they had to bow or curtsy. Yet, I felt uncomfortable, no one told me what to do. So I just stood there like an idiot playing with my hair and holding James’ hand.
The whole night I had to dance and kiss James. Not to mention I had to pretend to love him. When ever I looked directly into his eyes I wanted to slap him. Every time we kissed I wanted to slap him. Every time we dance and he stepped on my foot on purpose I really wanted to push him to the floor. If I did I probably would be hated forever. But even though I wanted to do all those things, I was kind of happy about it. Deep down inside, but I’d never admit it.
I walked over to the bar, remembering to keep good posture. The whole down stairs was completely transformed. The furniture was in replacement of chairs and tables. In the corner by the kitchen was a legal bar. The lights were dimmed and everyone was in their suits and gowns. It was truly beautiful.
I sat down next to Amber.
“This party is a downer. The music is for like the 1800’s and the people are boring as hell.” She told me and took a sip from her drink.
I took the drink from her and took a sip myself. “I agree, we need to get this party bangin’” Amber agreed and put the drink on the other side of her.
“Hey ladies,” Gavin, Terrance, and James came toward us. James shared a seat next to me, for the attention. Gavin sat next to Amber, and Terrance stood. I smiled at the three. “Amber, have I ever told you that your hot?” Gavin asked.
“Yes, about ten times tonight.” She answered with an eye roll.
“Just thought I should let you know again,” He replied and smiled. I also rolled my eyes.
“So what’s up?” Terrance asked us.
“This ball is lame. I thought balls were fun, exciting, and enchanting. Like on the Princess Diaries.” Amber said.
“You do realize those stories are fictional?” Terrance asked again. Amber shook her head and sighed, taking another sip from her drink.
James arms went around my waist. I slightly tensed up, then looked around the room. Everyone was again staring at us. I started to nibble on my lip and ease up a bit.
“Don’t chew your lip, it’s a horrible habit!” Amber lightly smacked my face. I gave her a glare and started nibbling again. This time when Amber tried to stop me, I bit her finger. “Bitch,” she muttered. I smiled and continued with my nibbling.
“Will we ever get time alone?” I asked James. He shook his head, no. I sighed and leaned into his body. Pretending to be comfortable, pretending to be in love.
I looked across the room and stared at the stereo. There was a boy next it. He was sitting and looked bored with himself. A few seconds later he stood up and changed the song.
“Okay, now what the fuck is this shit?” Amber asked us.
“Beethoven.” Terrance answered with a smile.
I shuttered. Then a plan came to mind. “Amber.” I whined her name to get her attention. She rolled her eyes and turned to me, “I want you to go make friends with that guy over there and then convince him to let you put on some good music.” I told her.
“That’s easier than making cake. But considering that I cant make cake… okay I’ll do it!” Amber cheered, stood up, and walked over to the boy. I watched as the boys face lit up when Amber came over to him. As if it was the first time someone’s talked to him all night.
