The Bad Boy Is A Loser

16. || yeah boy and doll face

     The house was huge.

     No. It wasn't a house. It was a mansion.

     The Frenzo home was much larger than Troy had anticipated. Calvin and Carter Collins were worth more than they could count and not even they owned a home as large as Isabella's family owned.

The sky above the immaculate, four-story building was a smoky shade of noir. Twinkles of silver flourished the black background and grey clouds hung around the scenery.

The garden in the yard was flooded with delicate flowers in various shades of pinks, reds, and whites. Troy had never seen grass so green in late December.

He had also never worn such nice clothes before; perfectly straight, black tie, a white button up (that he almost sweat through, out of nervousness), and neatly pressed, black slacks.

His black hair was brushed neatly away from his face and for the first time since high school graduation, he had a reason to put gel in his hair. Not a single tattoo or piercing could be seen. Isabella had assisted him in covering up any ink that could be seen on his neck or hands. Thankfully, the blazer he wore covered his sleeves quite well.

Surprisingly, Isabella did not wear a pink dress to the occasion. Instead, she sported a beautiful red dress that hugged her waist and cascaded over her knees. Her soft, blonde hair was delicately curled and fell down her collarbones loosely. In the midst of walking down a cobblestone pathway, Isabella's red heels clicked loudly as she tugged along Troy's hand.

     "I'm excited!" She cheered, though he felt as if he were going to be sick, "Oh, and I can finally show you my harp! I could even play it for you!"

     Troy stumbled in her direction, knees wobbling in fear and head spinning in an anxious haze.

     I can't do this.

     I'm going to throw up.

     "I-Isabella," He stammered out as she continued to drag him up a cement staircase, "I-I can't do this. I wanna go home."

     For once, Troy felt more comfortable enduring Glenda and Sam's chaos.

     As they reached the top of the steps, Isabella turned to him. Her small, heart shaped lips formed a frown.

     "Troy," She began sympathetically, pulling him into a comforting embrace. Her cold hands rested on pale cheeks and she pressed her forehead against his tenderly.

     "Please, do this for me. You promised me. You look fine... and you're really the sweetest guy I've ever been with. I know my father will like you. I know it."

     Faintly, she pecked a kiss on his lips and flashed a bright, red lipped smile to him. As she let go of him and turned to the large set of doors in front of them, Troy nearly fainted.

     Carter was right. Oh my God, he was right.

     This is a fucking awful idea.

     He could never amount to as much success as the Frenzo family had. With awful credit scores, he was sure he would be living with his parents for the rest of his life. In that moment, he regretted every tattoo he had ever gotten. He couldn't get any serious jobs. He had no real work experience, unless it were a fast food chain or Allen's Ink.