Her Dystopia

Chapter 10: "What the hell?"

I have to do something now.
No more flashbacks.
Time to get to work.

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I walk his way, passing thirsty men that are looking at me. For some reason everyone that I pass gets quiet. The servants stop serving, the men stop drinking and having fun, and they all just looked at me. The dancers noticed the lack of the attention on them and they also looked at me. I try to not look at them, but I couldn't help to resist to give a little intimidation.

To the beat of the song, I did a whole 360 turn, dropped, got back up, and placed my hand on my hips. I heard almost all of the men wolf-whistle behind me. A smirked mischievously and did a hair flip. I looked at all of the dancer's faces and they were stunned. I saw one girl turn completely red. I know they don't want to do this or be here, but that was a once in a lifetime moment that I couldn't pass up.

Now with more confidence, I walked faster towards Andrew or "Dragon" with more hip movement before some men start trading me off. I was finally in front of him. He was talking to someone and the conversation sounded important, or at least to me.

"Yo! I did her so easy. It was like she was in love with me."

"Well you are the captain of this ship. Any woman here would be dying to be with you."

"Yeah, but I had this one girl stuck on my mind for a while."

"Who is it?" The guy asked like he was going to die without this information. I slightly leaned in, still looking gorgeous to the public.

"You probably don't remember her."

"You can still tell me."

"Well her name was Margaret Laurens. She used to be here, but she died."

The guy's face and mines dropped. "Oh, how?"

"Her sister killed her in jealousy because I gave more attention to Margaret."

How dare he! How dare he use my name like a murderer's! I love my sister and everything he says is a lie. I stomped on his foot, but I remember that I'm undercover so I fall. I hold my forehead to make it look more realistic. "What the hell?" he asks while he looks down at me. He snatches his foot away from under me and I hit the ground. The room is now completely quiet by his voice cueing to turn the music off.

I lay down helplessly and I can feel the hate rising in me, but this is the one time when I can't speak my mind. I can imagine him trying to make a pass at me then miserably failing because he's dead. I have everything planned perfectly. I know him, he's a pervert, he's dumb and suddenly I feel someone lifting my head up by my hair by a few strands.

My eyes focus on light hazel eyes that are staring right back at me. So this must be his friend. I try to look at the rest of his features, but once my eyes stops staring into his, he yanks my hair which makes my face closer to him. So now I have no choice, but to look at his eyes.

"Do you know who you just interrupted?" He asked with a displeased tone. I tried my best to look innocent and in my most nicest and softest voice I said, "I'm sorry, but right now I'm ill so I can't see very well."

His face expression changed into complete regret and sorrow. These guys are so easy to juke. It looks like I got him in the corner so I did the only thing that usually works, I pressed my forehead on his, closed my eyes, took a second, and showed my puppy eyes. His face didn't change.

Or at least not in a good way. His face turned into a filthy look, but I'm prepared. "You know you're very beautiful. So tell me what section you're in so I can excuse you from your duties." He said while rubbing my back. So let me explain: