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Chapter 22- The Pervert and His Pervert Tool

Chapter 22- The Pervert and His Pervert Tool



"Dad, you're doing it wrong." I moved over to him and reached for his tie.

"I know how to tie a tie." He answered irritably but I ignored him and sorted out his mess of a tie anyway.

"You're wearing that?"

He sounded surprised and I blushed at his comment. This was not the time for my Dad to get all bristly with my choice of clothing.

"Yes, I am wearing this. Is it not suitable?" I pointed out indignantly with a hint of sharpness, wrapping his tie with a little too much force.

I was wearing the dress I'd bought with Chanel and I thought I looked good. I'd watched a YouTube video and managed to fold my hair in to itself and I thought I'd done a better than average job at it. I wore a few bracelets and a simple pair of nude heels that made my legs look longer than they actually were. My makeup was kept in shades of grey with just a hint of peach on my lips. All in all, I was proud of my appearance. I'd never normally be able to pull off a look like this without Chanel.

He replied quickly. "No, no. It's just...different." His smile was strained.

My heart sank. Was it too sexy for me to pull off after all? I should've known. Suddenly, I didn't feel so confident anymore.

"Good different?" I pressed lightly, finishing off the fancily knotted tie.

My Dad hesitated with an almost pained expression on his face. "It wouldn't hurt if it was a tad bit longer but," he sighed, "you look beautiful."

"You don't look so bad yourself. Better be careful or you might just get snapped up by a hot old thing." I blushed lightly but tried to hide it with some teasing.

He smiled sadly. "You remind me so much of your mother."

That came unexpected and my smile faltered. He never talked about her. Never.

I remained awkwardly silent, almost solemn. Really, I didn't know what to say.

"I wish you had the chance to meet her." He smiled wistfully and his eyes had that faraway look about them and I knew he was remembering a time that once was.

"Me too." I answered softly and the sound of my voice seemed to shake him out of his reverie. He pasted a bright smile on his face. A smile that didn't reach his eyes.

There was a loud beep outside.

He spoke before I did and the moment was over, so quick and fleeting, I wasn't even sure if it had actually happened.

"That must be Chanel."

I simply made a noise in agreement and hesitated before moving away. I didn't want to go but I could see my dad needed time to recover. It would always be like this, it's just the last time this had happened, I was 10.

Tottering in my heels, I shrugged on my coat and kissed my Dad on the cheek before leaving the house.

***
It was a crisp, sharp winter day. The sky as blue as any summer day, no clouds in sight yet still so wintery-cold the ground was coated in a thick layer of ice.

Carefully, I hobbled to Chanel's mini and slid in, letting out a huge 'phew' as I did. Before I even went to reach my seatbelt, I knew Chanel was angry. Furious even.

"What's wrong?"

"What do you think?" She snapped before sighing resignedly. "Just my mum. She's not coming to the wedding because she said, 'I've got to get my nails done.' That-" Chanel finished with a wide variety of expletives and I flinched.

Chanel's mum was not very fond of Helen and by not very fond, I mean she downright hated her. Helen had once told Chanel's mum off for trying to encourage Alex into modelling when we were all in primary school. I couldn't remember the incident myself but it was the start of a lifelong grudge between the two.

"Can you believe I'm related to her?!"

I sympathised alongside Chanel but it was really just best to let her rant and fume. She didn't need to be comforted. She needed to be encouraged and let it out of her system. And sure enough, a mere 7 minutes later, Chanel had considerably calmed down. Just in time too, as we spotted the church to our right.

After spending a good 10 minutes finding a parking space, we left the car and made our way towards the church, no easy feat considering we were both wearing heels and the ground was the equivalent to an ice rink.

When we finally reached the gardens of the quaint building, we mingled amongst the other guests milling about outside until a little girl bounced up to us and told us to follow her inside.

The inside of the church was breath taking.

Decorated in shades of grey and silver, matte and sparkly, I could immediately see that the wedding must've cost a fortune. And the building itself, old and traditional, looked like something out of the 16th century. We sat down on one of the wooden benches, as did the other guests.

"Really gone to town, haven't they?" Chanel said and I could see that she was impressed with the décor.

I didn't reply, just took in my surroundings and my surroundings, I meant Aiden leaning against a wall behind the pianist. I looked away before my body could betray me.

"Aiden is looking at you. 12 'o' clock."

"Ok." I answered carefully but my chest ached in a way it hadn't before I yearned to look at him but I kept myself restrained. This was my last attempt at trying for Alex and Zoe's happily ever after and I wouldn't compromise it with yearning after Aiden. Chanel was right, stubbornly I agreed, but I wouldn't make any rash decisions. I'd made enough of a mess already. It was only fair to Alex to see at least the wedding through.

"Alex is looking at you too." Chanel said furtively.

"Where?" My head snapped round and I searched frantically.

"Make it more obvious, why don't you?" Chanel scolded irritably. She still hadn't really forgiven me for the whole Alex/Aiden situation. "7 'o' clock." She added.

I looked over to where Alex stood and we shared a few moments eye contact. He looked nervous but happy at the same time, dressed in a smart suit and a grey tie, complete with waistcoat. We matched.

We smiled at each other and I gave him a thumbs up, feeling like an utter nincompoop as I did so. Alex didn't seem to think so and he mouthed something to me, something I didn't get the first time. He saw my confusion and made to repeat himself but a tall black haired boy had just decided to sit down next to me, which pretty much resulted in the end of our mouthing conversation.

I turned to Chanel, only to find that she was furiously ranting in to her phone. I looked away quickly. Call me a bad friend but Chanel angry was the worst. Also, she'd probably rope me in to the phone call somehow and Chanel's mother would hate me even more. (I was assuming she was ranting to her mother.)

"You're hot." It was the black haired boy next to me and his objectifying, approving tone did him no favours.

I turned to face him. "Excuse me?" I replied indignantly. He was wearing dark black jeans and a leather jacket. I wondered if he'd just stepped off a motorbike. Although he was definitely good looking, I was already annoyed at him. We were at a wedding and yet he wore jeans and a leather jacket? I wasn't impressed.

He smirked. "Excuse you." His dark brown eyes glinted almost cheekily and he turned the phrase into an innuendo.

I made a disgusted, disgruntled noise and turned to look elsewhere.

"Nice. I like a girl who can moan."

"That was not a moan." I snapped angrily. "And you're a disgusting pervert so back off."

He laughed but didn't reply. We were quiet for a few minutes, Chanel still on the phone and the guests around us chatting lightly. I thought he had just backed off but a quick glance in his direction proved me wrong.

He was staring lustfully at my legs, more specifically, my thighs.

Immediately, I pulled my dress down. "Do you mind?!" I was blushing a deep red.

He laughed again, unperturbed. "Soon enough, your knickers will be round your ankles and I definitely won't mind then. You won't either." He shrugged casually with that annoying smirk on his face. I would have slapped him in any other circumstance however, I certainly didn't want to cause a scene at Helens wedding.

"We're in a church!" I hissed, still trying to stretch my dress. Even though it was only short because I was sitting down, I thought about how my Dad had practically had a premonition about the shortness of the dress.

"And? I've had sex in a church before."

Shocked and angry, I replied haughtily. "You're disgusting. I have a boyfriend."

He rolled his eyes, clearly not believing me. "Ok." And he scoffed patronisingly.

I felt a strong urge to argue that I did, in fact, have a boyfriend but just then, everyone stood up. I stood up quickly too, no longer so annoyed and angry. I glanced to my right, expecting to see Chanel but still, she was demonically hissing down the phone. I grabbed it from her, pressed the end call button and yanked Chanel upwards, turning around before she could yell at me indignantly. The crude boy was slouching in his seat and I yanked him up too, demanding, from him, a bit of respect for Helen's special day.

("I like it rough too baby.")

The pianist played the traditional wedding march but was accompanied by a woman playing a large golden harp. It was a beautiful sound and the instruments complimented each other perfectly.

I craned my neck and stood on my tiptoes trying to catch a glance of the blushing bride. I caught a quick glimpse and even from that distance, I could see how absolutely and utterly gorgeous Helen looked.

She wore traditional white, a figure hugging upper section with satin, cascading layers of fabric gliding and willowing around her. There were no beads or diamonds and there was no need for any as the stitching was so intricate itself. She radiated a glow of happiness and everyone murmured and gasped in hushes. Her brown hair was silky and curled into a fancy, complicated chignon. She didn't look 45. She barely looked 30.

Alex held her arm within his, walking down the aisle and I smiled, remembering how he'd been so against the wedding and now... He looked so happy.

My smile faltered when I realised that I'd soon be breaking his heart. He wouldn't be so happy then.

Finally, they reached the little archway where the vicar stood and the bride and groom shared a few seconds of brief eye contact. The guests cooed.

I'd only met Aiden's dad, Jack, once or twice. And that was only when I bumped into him. He was tall with black hair and grey eyes that weren't as intense as Aiden's but were warmer somehow.

The vows started.

I could sense Aiden's eyes on me but I tremblingly ignored them and found myself holding eye contact with Alex.

As much as I'd hate to admit it, a little bit of me died inside as I smiled at Alex, painfully aware of another set of accusing eyes.

***

The photographer was an obnoxious rat.

He took pictures, as was his job, but he was loud, demanding and not at all in the wedding spirit, nor the Christmas one.

He was currently taking pictures of Alex and Helen, Jack and Aiden, Aiden and Alex, (I looked away at this point) and finally all four of them as a family.

Alex managed to get the photographer to take a few pictures of us together. The photographer looked quite happy with our pairing and he muttered something about the perfect couple when-

"You!" He was pointing a finger at Aiden. "You and her, come on."

I could feel myself starting to panic but I kept a straight face.

"I don't have all day. Come on." He snapped angrily.

Aiden made his way towards me and Alex obediently stepped out of the picture. (Almost literally.) He stopped at about a feet away from me and the photographers eyes bulged. He looked capable of murder.

"Stand together, you idiots!"

Aiden put his arm around me. The photographer looked ecstatic. I thought he'd been happy when he'd taken the shots of Alex and me but now, his happiness was almost scary.

"Perfect! Perfect." He reminded me of Frankenstein, he creeped me out that much.

"Pose for me!" He shouted eagerly towards me and I almost choked on the cold air. He directed Aiden to stand behind me and wrap his arms around my waist so he could take a few more shots of us when it started to snow.

Actual snow.

Aiden and I both looked up at the sky at the same time and the photographer almost self-combusted with glee.

"Perfect!" He shouted again but louder and more shrill. I couldn't help but think of Alex having to watch this but the camera kept clicking with Aiden's arms keeping me warm.

***
Chanel had disappeared. She always did this. Always. But only today was I annoyed because with Chanel gone, that left me alone with Alex.

I was surrounded by dancing couples and I could even see my Dad dancing with someone. Alex had gone to get some champagne.

"Wanna dance?" I turned to see the perverted boy and made a disgusted face.

"No thank you." I said stiffly.

"It's not as if you're doing anything. Come on." He winked. I did not find him attractive.

"My boyfriend," I emphasised the word, "will be here soon."

He rolled his eyes. "Again with the imaginary boyfriend. What is it with you?"

I opened my mouth angrily but I was interrupted by a girl, around my age.

"Leo! There you are." She started angrily. She had bright pink streaks in her hair and a heart shaped face. She was very pretty. Without a doubt, definitely prettier than me. "Take Lilith. The brat is pissing me off." And only then did I notice a young girl hiding fearfully behind her legs.

"I'm not having her cramping my style!" The boy, Leo cried out indignantly. I smirked at the little domestic being acted out.

The pink haired girls eyes flashed and I would've cowered before her but not Leo. Leo only glared back. "I had to miss the wedding and I'm not carrying this monkey around here. I just saw a cute guy!"

Leo looked furious. "What guy?!" I noticed his hands ball up into fists. Treats girls like dirt but is a overprotective brother? Unbelievable.

The girl scoffed. "None of your business." She sneered and grabbed Lilith's hand, about to leave when Alex reappeared with a drink.

"Hey." It was directed at an angry Leo, a whimpering Lilith and a suddenly shy pink haired girl.

"Hey." Only the girl replied.

Alex's eyes lit up. "Leo and Xena right? Aiden's cousins?"

Again, the girl who was called Xena replied. "Yeah. I'm Xena. You're Alex?" She smiled shyly, completely different to how she was snarling at Leo a few seconds ago. The change in her demeanour was remarkable.

"Yup. That's me." Alex smiled. "Cool name." He complimented Xena.

She blushed. "Thanks." Her eyes slid over to me, only noticing me for the first time.

"I'm Zoe." She made a face as if to say 'oh' but I could still see she was confused as hell. Probably wondering which cousin I was meant to be.

Alex intervened. "Zoe's my girlfriend." He smiled proudly and wound his arm around me.

Xena looked a little shocked but she quickly composed herself. "Oh cool." Leo had a disbelieving look on his face and he smirked. Forget slapping him, I wanted to punch him.

"But that's the boy you like?" A small, innocent-sounding voice came from behind Xena's legs.

Lilith stared up at Xena with wide, questioning blue eyes and suddenly, everything was awkward. Xena's eyes grew wide and she quickly stuttered out.

"No, no, no. I said I liked- I liked Rolex. I said I liked Rolex. You know? The watches? Not Alex." She nodded towards Lilith kindly but her eyes were venomous pits of red. I cringed for Lilith. She was so dead later.

To get away from the awkward situation, Alex asked me to dance. I nodded eagerly, about to answer when I was interrupted by Lilith.

"Can I dance with you Alex?" Lilith's simpering tone was innocent and she used her wide, blue eyes to her advantage.

Alex stuttered. "I was going to-"

"Please?" She pleaded insistently, lips puckered and trembling slightly.

Alex didn't know what to do so he agreed. "S-sure." And my hand slipped out of his and Lilith's small hand took it's place. I had no idea what was going on and neither did Xena as she stood mouth wide open in wonder. Leo laughed obnoxiously.

"Lil's got better moves than you, Xena."

Xena scowled. "Sorry about my little sister stealing your dance."

I smiled. "I don't mind. I'll catch the next one." I laughed lightly though I felt awkward.

"I'll dance with you." Leo spoke up, smirking. Xena nodded encouragingly.

"That's ok. You don't have to." I answered politely, sending Leo telepathic snarls.

Leo's eyes glinted mischievously. "I insist." And he extended his hand for me to take it. I hesitated but took his hand anyway, only because Xena smiled as I did so.

He led me to the dance floor and placed his and on my lower back. Letting my nails dig in, I grabbed his hand and placed it higher up my back, satisfied as I saw him wince.

We weren't moving much, mainly because Leo had pressed his body against mine and I was desperately trying to gain a little distance between us.

"Leo, stop it." I warned him and I quite liked the threatening tone in my voice. It showed I meant business.

Leo moaned loudly, obviously exaggerating. "I love how you say my name." But he did loosen his grip and allowed some space between us.

"So you do have a boyfriend." He commented, slightly waltzing me. It reminded me of when I used to stand on my dad's feet and he'd glide me around the room.

"Why is that so hard to believe?" I was a little offended though I didn't show it. Tried not to anyway.

"You don't act as if you do." He shrugged slightly, nonchalant.

My eyes flashed and my voice came out sharp. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He laughed and looked in to my eyes. His expression showed humour but his eyes. They held secrets. His eyes. They were as dark as sin. "It'd break your heart if I told you." His voice was suddenly too deep and serious.

It was making me uncomfortable. Not that Leo was being too sexual like earlier, it was just that he was acting as if he knew every single thought I'd ever had. As if he could read my mind and knew more than I'd ever told Chanel. He had that look about his eyes. That knowing, smug look you gave your sibling when you had the power of telling Mum all their dirty little secrets. Like that but worse.

But I was stubborn. Stubborn and insistent and demanding."Tell me."

Leo laughed huskily. "Broken heart it is." And he grinned like the Cheshire Cat on crack.

My heart was pounding furiously. This was too close to home. How could he know? Did he even know? Did he know the effect of the words he was using? His eyes told me did. Completely so. But how could he know?

Unexpectedly, he twirled me and I stumbled before he caught me and brought me close to his body. I was too shocked to register anything.

"How does it feel?" He whispered in my ear. If anyone saw us in this intimate position...

"What?" I asked confused and dazed.

He pulled away and there was finally some space between us, finally some space for me to breathe.

"How does it feel being that girl?" He repeated though the few extra words did nothing to enlighten me.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Come on Zoe." He didn't laugh and his tone was deathly serious. He didn't look a way once. "You know what I mean. How does it feel to know that right now, they are both burning from the inside, seeing me with you? That right now, both boys, opposite sides of the room, are looking at us, me and you, like this." And he smirked, letting his hand glide lower.

I slapped his hand and tried to pull away but he held me firm in his grip, unrelenting.

"Let me go."

He tutted. "But we haven't even scratched the surface." And he moved a little, forcing me to move along with him. "Aiden, he warned me to stay away from you." He laughed at this. "So obviously I had to find out why."

I was surprised and I stopped trying to push him away for a few seconds. "He- he asked you to stay-?"

"Yes, yes, he told me not to fuck with you after seeing me and you in the church." He sounded bored but I knew he was intrigued. "I have a reputation.

"And then you told me you had a boyfriend and I knew you were lying." I made to interrupt him but he pre-interrupted my interruption. "-That Alex is supposedly your boyfriend-but you were lying. You don't like him."

Anger flared up within me. "How dare you-?"

"Stop lying to yourself." His tone was so sharp, it cut me short. "You look at him as if he's a pet. You smile but you flinch every time he touches you and then you pretend to smile again. You look over at the other side of the room every now and again and quickly look down again, and then you pretend to smile. You think about something then quickly remind yourself to smile.

"Stop it." I said, voice quivering.

"No, you stop it." His voice was strong and firm. It felt as if I was being told off by my late grandad even thought this boy had just been flirting with me earlier. I hadn't noticed how perceptive he was and I wish I had.

I wished I could pretend properly but more than anything, I wished Alex hadn't noticed like Leo had.

"Why are you doing this?" I whispered.

He chucked led condescendingly. "Same reason you are. It's fun."

"I'm not having fun." I hissed, scandalised. "Whatever this is and whatever you think, this is not fun."

"So what is it then?" He said testily.

"It's too big for me to handle. It's too hard." I said, eyes downcast.

Leo tilted my head up and made me look into those dark eyes of his.

"Bit like my dick then."

Suddenly, I was pushed away and I almost fell to the floor. I just about kept my body upright and as I looked up to see what had happened, Aiden had his bloody knuckles clenched and was standing over a blood splattered Leo.

***
*sigh*

Writers block is the worst thing ever. It's so horrible. I tried again and again and this is what I'm left with. I'm so sorry but I tried my absolute hardest. Sorry.