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Chapter twenty seven

Ryan Kavenaugh

I am dressed in a three piece Oxford black suit ready to go pick up my fucken date. That gold, digging bitch got, to me, early this morning threatening and blackmailing me to take her as my date to the school dance. How she got in my room watching me while I'm sleeping is a mystery. She creeps me the fuck out sitting on the couch drinking coffee as if she belong here live in this house. The only reason I agreed to take her as a date, she showed me pictures of that pussy Brandon tied to a chair his face covered in blood. I don't know, where she is keeping him but, the crazy glint in her eyes, scares the fuck out of me. She told me she will slit Brandon's throat if I don't, treat her as my girlfriend tonight. I can't stand the bitch and to pretend to be loving with, her makes my skin crawl.

God I don't want, to think about Stacey and how this whole situation is going to affect her, I never even asked her to be my date. Oh I forgot I broke things off with, her and the next moment I'm fucking her. I need to get my priorities, straight I've been playing the hot and cold game with, her and now that I'm thinking about it I am ridiculous. After the weekend away with my family then I'm going to set, things, straight with Stacey and tell my parents about, the pregnancy.

Stacey Jensen

Breath Stacey breath I repeat, the mantra in my head over and over. I'm dressed in a red and black stripe cocktail dress hitting me just above the knees. I'm loving this dress the skirt part of the dress is puffy with a lot of layers and the top, part are short puffy sleeves and the front are in a V shape, exposing ninety nine percent of my breasts and it is a bit bigger now because of the pregnancy. I'm wearing a five inch peep toe heel with black spikes around the, edges. My hair are made up in a high ponytail my face lightly touched up with makeup and I finish my look off with big heart shape spiked earrings. Joshua are waiting on me downstairs and, damn I must admit he is really hot in person I forgot, to breath when he stood in front of me.

Jacky left thirty minutes ago with, her date Conroy she is wearing a emerald colour green spaghetti dress with a long slit straight up the front of the dress hitting her mid thighs and nude six inch strappy sandals decorated with small silver diamonds. Her hair is made in a messy bun and she is wearing silver hoop earrings.

It is time that I should go downstairs and embraced the long night, that lays ahead of me. I hope Ryan controls his anger just for one night I don't need all the drama. For tonight only I want, to be free of my troubles and relaxed having a good time.

Charissa Smythe

I'm at a school dance with Ryan my beloved. My soulmate. He just doesn't know it yet. But he will soon get to the program. I am going to make sure of it. As for now, I feel freaking awesome and on top of the world. The short Cherice color mini dress I am wearing clings to my body like a second skin and the long eight inch pink heels on my feet elongating my legs giving me that extra height. I wanted to knock Ryan off his feet with this carefully chosen outfit. He has yet to compliment me. Other then that, it feels truly great to be on Ryan's arm. I am the envy of every single girl here at the hotel. I am sure of it. I have never met a girl who didn't wanted to either screw or date Ryan in the past. But I made damn sure they knew who had his attention. Even though he behaved indifferent when we were out in public. As for now in the present. I just want the two of us to get out of here so I can seduce the school's hottest popular guy and he get to do the honors by ripping my dress off of my body and have his animilistic way with me. But he is talking shop with his boys and I roll my eyes in annoyance.

I mean can't they talk about something other then soccer? Geez they are boring as hell. I don't give a shit about soccer. I don't even understand it. Besides we had a bloody deal. I have his full undivided attention and his moron friend I have tied up somewhere in a remote location goes free. And when I said attention I meant him smiling at me. Whispering sweet nothings in my ear, kissing me in my neck, sucking my earlobe and playfully swatting my ass. Instead he pays no mind to me. What am I chopped liver? And they are still discussing soccer. Geez enough already. What is so difficult about the particular sport? It's just boy kicks ball to, other boy until a goal is scored. I have to put a stop to this shit. It's time to cut the mediocre conversation short. I loudly clear my throat in a dramatic fashion. And they immediately stop talking. I can feel Ryan stiffen, next, to me his whole body freezes. His jaw is clenched so hard I am surprised his face did not split in two. His narrow gaze quickly morphing into a ingenious smile. "Yes, sweetheart? He croons his tone of voice as fake as Pamala Anderson's tits. He might as well have just called me bitch. At the way he said sweetheart. Oh, boy two can play this game. I lean in closer to him and place my hand on his suit jacket covered chest. A fleeting look of fury flashes in his eyes at my touch but it is gone before I could blink. I sully forth and use a sickly sweet tone of voice. "Oh darling can you be a dear and fetch me a drink please?" He rolls his eyes at me before turning to his soccer twat friends. Who are all staring at me in various signs of contempt. Revulsion, loathing disdain, disgust, scorn and etc. The list goes on and on. But guess what? I don't give a shit about any of them. We all know who they wanted to see standing next to Ryan. But it's not happening the soccer God chose me. That fat pregnant bitch better stay faraway from Ryan or else. I did promise that I would cut that baby baking in the oven out of her belly. It wasn't an idle threat either. I would make good on my peril and rid the world of one less bread in the oven. "Excuse us" Ryan force out through his lips and turn away from his friend and walks off to the punch table letting me run after him. He is so going to pay for it later.