Heartbreaker [Ryden] [BOOK ONE]

twenty

Finally, prom was here. I couldn't believe it had come so quickly, nor could I believe that Brendon had still wanted to take me. I was in love with the whole concept of going to prom with him. Slow dancing, whispering compliments to each other, kissing.. 

Mom wouldn't stop fussing over me, but she was forced to stop when a knock pulled her from her thoughts. She grinned from ear to ear, and turned to bounce over to the door. As soon as the door swung open, Brendon rushed in, letting out a squeal. 

"Oh my God, Ryan, you look so hot!" He blurt out, embracing me in a hug from the front. I rolled my eyes, but hugged back anyways, before stepping back to get a look at him. He didn't wear a suit, but instead wore a white shirt, black suspenders, a black tie, and black jeans. His hair was a mess, but that only made him hotter.

I grabbed his jaw and pulled his lips to mine, smiling into the kiss. "You're hotter, my king." I insisted. Brendon snorted softly, pulling away from the kiss to press my forehead against his. 

"I thought I was the peasant?" He offered. Again, I laughed. This man was unbelievable. I loved it. Before I could reply my mom had begun shuffling us to the door, so I simply shut my mouth. Brendon put his hand on the bottom of my back, guiding me out of the house. 

"Are you ready?" He asked. I glanced up at him, to see he was staring right back down at me. I couldn't make out what was in his eyes, but he looked happy. 

"Honestly, no." I admitted, sighing. He pecked my forehead, whispering, "You'll be okay. It's just another party," And with his words, his hands slid lower than my back, groping at my ass. I squeaked softly, reaching behind me to swat his hand away.

I gave him a stern look. "Yes, just another party. We're not fucking." I added, which made him crack up. 

Prom wasn't as exciting as I expected, honestly. It was basically just a bunch of dressy teens dancing, or snogging in a corner somewhere. It was exactly like Brendon's birthday, but there was a king and a queen to be elected after. 

I spent the entire time clinging to Brendon, and by clinging, I mean holding onto his hand and following him around while others gave me weird looks. At one point, he had ordered me to dance with him. Not that I had a problem with it. So I took his hand in mind, and placed my other hand on his waist, as he spun me around. 

"You're a good dancer," He murmured, his eyes were tilted down at his feet, where he kept tripping or stepping on my feet. I snorted softly as he stepped on my foot- for like the fifth time. 

"What happened to you? You were great at your birthday." I reminded. He looked around, before leaning in to whisper in my ear.

"I'm not good at this kind of dancing, but if you were to ask me to grind on you.." He trailed off, delivering a shy smile. I gasped, smacking his chest. What a pig! But in the end I simply giggled, and buried my face in his chest. 

A few minutes later, Brendon pulled away, he'd been rather distracted all night, but I was too awkward to ask him what was up. He kept looking through the crowd, as if searching for someone. He glanced back at me, and plastered a smile on his face, shaking my hands off his shoulders. 

"I, uh, gotta go to the bathroom!" He quickly sputtered, and turned, disappearing into the crowd of people. I frowned. Okay, this was getting suspicious..worry began to bubble in my stomach as I thought of all the possibilities he could be doing right now..with someone else.

But before I could follow him, or even at least tell him to wait for me, I was lifted at the ground, being carried the opposite way. Random people grabbed onto my arms and legs, forcing me the other way, towards the stage. I turned in confusion, only to realize the principal was holding a crown. A plastic crown.