Chapter 2: Love Drunk
I was in my tight black and hot pink sleeveless gothic Lolita dress and hot pink fishnet tights while drinking throat burning shots of tequila. I thought of the power Drake's kiss had over me. I was a second away from kissing the guy who cheated on me. I can't believe Drake could cheat on me a millisecond after I left, how could I be so stupid?
I looked at a happy couple who just got engaged, their friends cheering for them hugging them while dancing around, it reminded me of the first time I met Drake.
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I was fourteen that time and I was still studying in a normal shitty human school. I thought my life was perfect; my grades were good, I was every guys dream girl, I was a respected, ever-popular cheerleader and my boyfriend was the super hot super popular quarterback. That was all before I went home and my parents wanted me to meet some guy. He was the best looking guy I had ever seen and that includes super hot models and those TV hotties.
"Vesta darling, I want you to meet Prince Draco Daniel Dark." My mom said. A lot of people say that I look like the spitting image of my mom and our only difference is that I have purple eyes like my father and she has amber ones. She is weirdly wearing a sea green corset that hugs her hour glass figure, a long-sleeved black dress, a totally gothic choker and scary gothic make-up. The house also looked darker with only candelabras lighting it and my dad looked weird wearing a tailcoat and cravat. What's next vampires are gonna be flying in the house.
"Hi," I said to the totally hot guy.
"Your highness, meet my daughter, Vestalia Pyra Firestar." Mom curtsied. Your highness pfffttt; yeah he looks like some royal hottie but WTF with treating him like one.
"Vestalia, what a beautiful name, do you know what it means?" Drake asked kissing my hand and sending electricity through my body. If he wanted to kiss me he could have just asked and we could go straight to my queen sized bed have a good make-out session and maybe something more. With looks like that any girl would go straight to his designer tight black chained jeans.
"No, but what I do know is that my parents got it from thinking that would make me virginal for the rest of my life." I could see my parents raising their eyebrows. "I haven't broken that little hope yet but I have a feeling I will and the apocalypse is close. I mean could you picture me as an ever praying like chaste nun? I couldn't sport a chastity ring much less a chastity belt."
He chuckled, a deep sexy one. "No, the name Vestalia is far more meaningful than being a virgin - though vestal virgins are people who bowed their selves to Vesta - Vestalia is the name of the roman goddess of the hearth." And I thought he'd be cool and fun, mythology = B-O-R-I-N-G.
"Mythology, seriously, can't we just watch some movie like that Troy thing?" I whined.
"Vesta, show some respect. You are talking to one of the most powerful people in the world." Mother scolded.
"Powerful? He's like a few years older than me."
"Haven't you told her about us? You know she needs to know about it before we tell her about the marriage thing." Drake told my mom totally confusing me.
"Stop talking about me like I'm not in the room. And what us is he talking about? What marriage thing? Who's this person anyway? What is he doing in our house? Mom why are you wearing that thing that makes your boobs pop?"
"Honey, we have to tell you something." Dad said.
"I'll tell her." Drake said looking at me with intense golden streaked red eyes, talk about creepy.
