She's Not Cinderella

How to Rock a Ginger Afro

Chapter 16

A/N: Wow, guys, chapter 16 already! Thank you so much for the 600+ reads, it means a lot to me :)

I've changed the font on the cover a bit, did you notice? Keep reading people, and thank you so much for sticking with Adeline and co.

Happy reading!

Xx Pavane

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"Hey babe."

It was past one, and somehow the party was in full swing. I had wanted I leave, but Jordan had insisted I stay for the whole party, for the contacts and whatnot.

Basically, I was pissed, and not in a drunk way. After Joseph and Will's little showdown, I was left pretty miserable. Will was nowhere to be seen, and Joseph just abandoned me to dance with some scantily dressed girls. Stacey was making out with someone who looked suspiciously like Chace Crawford.

I glared at the man who had just talked to me. Did I look that desperate? And then I blinked. Damn, I know this guy.

Nathan smirked back at me. The first time I'd met Nathan, he had tried to violate me at the first party Will had brought me to.

Oh boy, he was the last person I wanted to see tonight. Besides Hitler, and perhaps Jack the Ripper. Obviously.

My eyes darted around the room looking for Joseph, Stacey, or even William, but they had all disappeared among the partiers. Slipping off of my stool, I made to leave, but Nathan grabbed my arm with an iron-like grip.

"Where are you heading, babe?"

His breath stank of alcohol, reminding me of the days at home, and I shivered at his icy touch.

"Don't call me that. Let go of me!"

"Demanding little bitch, aren't you? Lucky you've got that body or you would be nowhere."

I jerked my arm, pulling at his fingers.

"I don't know what you are trying to do, but there are too many people here for you to do it." I hissed.

Nathan laughed humourlessly.

"So naive. Anyone will pass a blind eye for a price."

"Let go of me!"

"Stop repeating yourself. If I were going to do so, I would have done it the first time you asked."

Still clinging on to my arm, he dragged me to the centre of the dance floor. Ah, déjà vu.

"I'll scream."

"Do you think anyone will listen? They'll probably think you're singing anyway."

I blushed a furious red. His fingers were digging so deep into my arm my hand was going numb, and though I knew there was no point struggling, repeatedly I attempted to escape his grip.

He pulled me to his chest, pressing my breasts against his chest painfully, a secure arm around my waist.

"You know you want it. Let's dance."

With a flash of inspiration, I kneed him in the crotch, but to my disgust and horror, what showed on his face wasn't pain, but pleasure.

"Do that again."

I winced, and began to open my mouth to scream. At least Joseph would come for me, right? Nathan slapped a hand over my mouth.

"Don't even think about it." he growled.

He pushed my face against his chest, making it more and more difficult to breath. I began to feel light-headed, and the room started to spin. If he weren't holding me up, I would have collapsed, and I hated that I was relying on him. I kicked him feebly, a pounding headache echoing through my head.