Wake Up, Make Up, Come Out

Chapter 15

"Ms Dechsire and her escort Mr Mist." Isabella's mother announces Ruby and Jared as they walked down to the dance floor.

Jared looks around the dance floor to see if Angelo was there. He set his hands on Ruby's waist as the orchestra played a classical piece in the background.

"Stop staring at her!" Ruby snapped at Jared although she couldn't help but stare herself.

Angelo's long black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, it was gelled back and she wore gold earrings that dangled with small gems, her red dress was simple and long but she wore a black belt with a black flower on it, around her neck was the locket from all those years ago, despite despising Jared she couldn't bring herself to throw their memories away.

"I'm not staring." Jared shot back as he spun Ruby elegantly. "Besides, I already have a beauty in front of me. Why would I need more?"

"Because she stuffs her bra with toilet paper," George said to him as Angelo and him glided nearby them in their waltz.

Jared glared at George, his grip on Ruby's waist tightening. 'Don't do anything rash. You let her go' his conscience told him.

"Ms Rodriguez and her escort Mr Sanchez?" Isabella's mother said, faltering slightly as she read out Parker's name.

Parker had a huge grin when walking in with Isabella on his arm, the only girl who had been on his mind lately.

Isabella smiled at her mother and walked towards the dance floor with Parker. "You a good dancer?" Isabella asked him.

"I dunno, you tell me." He smirked and twirled her pulling her close at the same time then dipping her.

Isabella laughed in delight as she put her arms around Parker's neck. "I didn't know you knew how to dance." She smiled at him.

"My dad taught me when I was 11," he said pulled Isabella closer, his breath tickled her face and he leaned his forehead on hers.

"Do you do this with all the others too? You know, impress them with your dance skills." Isabella locked gazes with Parker. Her insecurities were playing with her mind.

"By others if you mean Mopey the Mop then yes," Parker joked, "girls don't wanna dance with me, they just wanna get in my pants. You're the only one who likes me for me," Parker pulled her body in closer so it touched his.

"I-I..." Isabella stuttered. "Am I just a fling for you?" She blurted out before she could stop herself.

Parker looked confused, "Isabella, have I ever actually dated a girl? If you think about it, no. They follow me around and a new girl pushes to the front every week, I don't do 'flings' considering I've never been in a real relationship," Parker confesses and loosened his grip on Isabella, "great to know you follow the rumours about me..."

"No Parker I'm sorry!" Isabella said grabbing his hand. "It's just...no ones ever shown interest in me. I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend you." She said looking him right in the eye.

"It's fine..." Parker sighed and pulled her back in, "I totally knew you liked me," he smirked his signature smirk.

"Cocky much?" Isabella rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile.

Parker pulled Isabella outside, "phew, sorry about dragging you here, it was getting cramped up in there."

"Yeah," Isabella sighed. They stood together on the balcony gazing out at the garden below them.

"It's cold, you aren't wearing a jacket..." Parker took his jacket off and put it around Isabella's shoulders, the cold air nipped at his skin but he ignored the sensation.

Isabella blushed and looked at him. "But what about you? Aren't you cold?" She asked, her hand reaching the jacket to hand it back to him.

Parker stopped her, "I'm fine, look the stars are out!" He said changing the subject.

Isabella looked at the stars and smiled. "They're beautiful." She leaned forward on the balcony.

Parker stood next to her, enjoying their silence, he didn't want to get her in bed, he wanted to get her in his arms.

Isabella's heart was beating loudly and she decided to be bold. She took his hand and intertwined their fingers, her gaze still on the sky.

Parker smiled and tightened his grip on her hand, this was perfect.

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Jared had managed to get drunk off the punch but had managed to keep dancing with Ruby. "Hey Ruby," he whispered in her ear.

"Yes?" Ruby giggled hoping it was his casual flirting.

"Don't Angelo's boobs look great in that dress?" Jared said staring at Angelo as she laughed at something George said. Her face lit up when she laughed making Jared smile.

Ruby slapped him across the face, "you fucking pervert!" She yelled then stormed over to Angelo.

"You bitch!" Ruby yelled pushing Angelo.

"What did I do this time?" Angelo asked sarcastically knowing it was not her.

George stepped back to watch the cat fight break out.

"You're trying to steal my boyfriend!" Ruby snapped.

"He isn't even your boyfriend he's your fuck buddy!" Angelo snapped back earning 'oohs' from the crowd.

"Shut it!" Ruby snarled at the crowd. "And that's more than what you and him will ever be."

"I don't want anything to do with him! Look at him, he's lumbering like a drunken bastard after half a cup of fruit punch that Isabella's mother bought from the supermarket!" Angelo retorted.

Isabella's mothers face turned red at the accusation which was unfortunately true, she tried to walk away but got stopped by a confused Jared who thought she was Angelo and started to flirt with her.

"How the hell did he get drunk?" George piped from the crowd, utterly confused, a few murmurs travelled through the crowd, all confused.

"Just stay away from my Jared you filthy whore!" Ruby fumed and stomped of to the restroom to freshen up.

"Stay away from the botox and we've got a deal," Angelo said heading the other direction, although there was only one restroom there were two hallways to get there, Angelo took the faster one.

Ruby entered the restroom, ignoring Angelo's presence and not bothering to spare her a glance. She took out her bright red lipstick and reapplied another layer.

Angelo looked over and saw the missing tube, then it hit her.
The colour, the tube, Jared...

"YOU!" Angelo stormed over and pinned Ruby against the wall, "you're the school stalker."