My mate's an alien

Gloves and glasses//8

Blake's POV

Am I wearing a glove or a dress. What on earth is this vile piece of cloth holding me  captive. As you can tell I am not in the best mood even if I did have my morning coffee...completely ruined by a certain Jafar. Those cruel creatures knocked me out, poked, prodded, and tortured me. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit....just a little. 

The mirror in front of me displayed a completely different person....like the evil stepmother from Snow white turning into that old hag different. I could barely recognise myself, an idea popped into my head...my mother's wenches are fairy godmothers in training and they are preparing me for the ball. I am genius.

"Miss, it's time" the shy maid managed to get out. okay, that made me feel like some rich heiress who had no clue that there were other people in the world. I am not. well that struck a chord.

 I took one more look in the mirror, noticing how the midnight black "dress" (glove) adorned my body...giving just a little touch of sultry yet I looked elegant and not some....you know...SHAME. Ugh, I can't say it. I had black killer heels that were going to kill me and not other people. I glared at my mother for making me wear these, I swear, if I break my neck and die I will come back as a hot ghost and haunt her till her doom. I cackled getting odd looks from everyone...oops.  I had minimal jewellery, and had some makeup (facepaint) on my face. 

I sighed. Nothing I could do now, for I shall go to the ball....unwillingly. I am pigging out..oh wait, I am meant to be a lady, I meant steaking out when I get there....totally making a beeline for the buffet table. Since practically everyone there won't eat anything, except for rabbit food, I get all the good stuff. I could stop my lips pulling into a grin.

OUCH! YOU GUY WHO KILLED BAMBI'S MOTHER WHAT ON EARTH WAS THAT FOR?! I belched out, that's gonna be a pain...no pun intended. My best friend who had snuck into my house, better than any robber may I add, hit me on the head. 

"Oh cut it out, gosh, what's the creep ass grin. You'll give Bambi a heart attack with that grin of yours, listen, can't you hear the rainbows dying" she scolded me, her words laced with sass. You see Brooky has a very interesting way of showing her love.

"I love you to Brookkkkyyyyy" I sarcastically replied.

"Oh shut up you baffoon."

"Fine" and with that I dramatically exited...tripping only twice. That's a new record. I was about enter the car when Brooklyn was waiting outside.....maybe she has some weird powers or something....how on earth did she get out here so fast, she left god knows how long after me! She must be a fairy godmother too! OH MY MALEFICENT! I am surrounded by fairy godmothers. Haha Karma, take that you Clayton. Happy ever after...with coffee and Disney movies her I come. 

Brook and I entered the car and we set off...I mean what else can you expect from a "charity event", pretty much ti  is just a night where everyone shows off how much they have and their status....I snickered in my head. They looked like peacocks in mating season. 

Poke. Nope. No. Not happening. I am not having another poke war again. I stuck my tongue out. Fits of laughter could be heard. Oh gosh...we were seniors. The limo came to a halt, I guess it's time to enter. I held Brook's hand and ran in there. We're gonna make an entrance. 

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The light hit my face and I swear I was gonna melt. It's just as bright as the sun. Kill it. I smiled in my head, I couldn't  let them think I was enjoying this. I know my mother would jump to conclusions and I would have to attend the ones to come. 

I was the special prize at this auction...I feel cheap but trust me...they started bidding at 800 hundred grand....not cheap. It was basically that I spend a day with them, well really a date but it was to be approved by mother and they had to have my consent, if one of them was not gained, a substitute prize was given. All in all, pretty fair...I think. 

I was conjuring all kinds of insults in my head. Getting knocked out of my train of thought. I looked around the crowd, which was insanely difficult seeing as I could barely see anything because of the fake sun shining on my face.  

Mother's voice echoed through the room, and a tall, handsome man stood up. My face paled, not that I wasn't white enough. My eyes widened, I looked like Bambi caught in headlights. What the bloody hell was he doing here. Shouldn't he be...Oh I don't know, NOT HERE!

"And we have a winner, Mr Elijah Beaumont, on that note, ladies and gentlemen, this charity event comes to a close" mother said, sophistication evident in both her words and persona. She's a great host...why oh why did I not  get her genes. SHAME!

The spotlight turned away from me and I got down from the stage. Elijah and my mother in tow. We stopped at the buffet table, now nearly empty..I wonder why, I sneakily thought. I couldn't bare to look at Elijah, why was he here, and why did he bid so much money for me. Question after question came to my mind, eating me alive. 

My thoughts did stop short when something unexpected occurred...He hugged me. I stood there frozen, so many emotions welled up inside, I guess my sarcasm and sass decided to leave me when I needed it most.  I was a bloody tornado. 

My arms seemed to move on their own and wrapped around him. A pang of guilt struck my heart. It was if I was cheating on Xavy, we weren't together, it was just one date...that felt like a fairytale. I sighed into Elijah, it wasn't meant to be. Xavier and I are completely different people, who live in two separate worlds.

Oh who was I kidding, I knew I had feelings for Xavy but I loved, and I still love Elijah. I wouldn't dare tell him, it would only inflate that giant ego of his which for your information if the size of Texas. 

I tried getting out of his strong embrace so I could give him a stern lecture about leaving people..brokenhearted. seeing, as he clung to me like koala, I poked his stomach, he instantly let me go, letting out a "manly" squeal. 

I smirked. I still had a few tricks up my sleeve. Elijah Beaumont, you should know better than to mess with me. I gave him a saccharine sweet smile, a look of terror over took his features. Seems like he hasn't forgotten me after all. 

"one"

"two" 

"three"

"TICKLE FIGHT"! I yelled. This was war....

Hey guys! I know, I have not updated in so long but in my defense as a student...I was swamped with my studies and homework..such a good student, I know...no, not really, ultimately I just forgot I was writing books...oopsie. Anyway, I know no one reads these, so hope you guys enjoyed it...liked it...tolerated it....okay, okay. Go read another book. Jafars. All of you. 

Blackheart