Chapter 9- The Dance

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Shopping had been dull. All i had wanted to do was go home. However I suffered through and bought a dress with cassie while she gossiped about how great her boyfriend was. I had to admit she was really happy and while that made me happy, it also made me even worse, i wanted somthing like that.

I had always wanted love, and i thought that i might have had it with Wren but, i was wrong. he was just in it for the money, like most agents.

I was sitting in my bedroom getting ready for the ball when I heard a knock on my door. "COme in." Laken appeared behind me in my mirror.

"Why so down little clown?" He asked and I rolled my eyes, not being able to hide my smile. "I know your upset, but everything is going to be okay." He assured and I shrugged.

"I really dont want to go tonight Lake."

"You have to, besides you spent a pretty penny of daddys money on that dress, at least let him see you in it, at least stay for the basic talks and chats." He meant formalities. I sighed and nodded.

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I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, i didnt want to be here. Yet here I was surounded by hundreds of people all dressed to impress. I had to admit, even if I was in a bad mood, i looked good. My dress was a beautiful dark almost blood red color with a sweetheart neckline and corseted bodice. It flowed all the way down to my feet and it was simple yet gorgeous.

I could see men from other agents eyeing me, yet i didnt care. I could see cassie approaching with her man on her arm. he was just as beautiful as she was, he was tall with dark hair and bright green eyes. I could see that she was fond of him from the smile on her face.

"Hey Bev." She greeted once she reached me.

"Hey cass."

"You look beautiful, wheres your date?" I couldnt tell her that I didnt have one when I had already said that I had a date. WE spoke about it all day while dress shopping.

"Oh...hes around here somewhere." I smiled nervously and glancing around. Where was Laken when you needed him.

I felt a hand on my back and my body tensed up. "There you are love." I recognized Wrens voice from behind me. I figured I might as well play along since I didn't have any other pretend boyfriends.
   
    "I was wondering where you ran off to." I grinned before glancing over at Cassie. She had her eyebrows raised and her eyes were trailing up and down Wren. I had to hand it to him, he looked good in a suit.
 
   "You must be Cassie?" wren greeted and held out his hand for her to shake. She smiles softly and shook it while looking at me.

   "I have to say I'm impressed. Beverly had been talking you up and for a moment I thought she was making it up." I smirked to myself as she spoke. Ha.

   "Well thank you. It's been lovely to met you but I do believe I owe my girlfriend a dance." Wren smiles and turned towards me holding out his hand. "Shall we?"

   "We shall." I grinned before taking his hand and heading off towards the dance floor.

   Wren pulled me into him as the music began to play a slow song. I have it a second before deciding to speak. I didn't care if he saved me from embarrassment I was still mad at him and it was going to take a lot more than that for me to forgive him.

   "Why are you here Wren?" I asked my voice going flat as he moved back and forth. He had his arm wrapped around my waist and the other intertwined with my fingers .

   "You invited me remember?"

    "Was you loosing your job not enough to tell you to back off?" I asked my voice becoming rough.

    "I didn't loose my job" he raised an eyebrow and I frowned. I heard him get fired, why would he lie to me? "Your father decided to give me a second chance." I glared for a second before looking away
 
  "And why would he do that?" He twirled me around before pulling me back in and dipping me.
  
   "Because your brother told him you loved me." That was not what I was expecting. He pulled me back up and I felt my body relax. As much as I hated it, I was comfortable around him. "Your not saying anything?" His voice ripped me out of my thoughts

   "I don't have a response."

   "Your not going to deny it?" He asked and I shrugged looking around for my brother so I could rip him a new one.

   "Why bother."

   "So it's true?" We stopped dancing and I let my arms fall to my sides
  
  "I don't want to talk about it." He was making my head hurt. It was hard to be mad at him when he was right.

    Was he though? Did I Love Wren? No it wasn't possible it was to soon I haven't known him that long. But your mind can fall in love with someone within four hours.

   I didn't want to think about it anymore. I wanted to go home, I had been here for an hour I had done my time. "I have to go." I blurted before turning and heading off towards the exit.

   Wren was fast enough to grab my arm and stop me however. "Beverly wait." He sighed and I looked at him.
 
    "Why bother?  What's the point I have already broken all of my rules why stay?" I argued. I could feel the tears welling in my eyes. This is why I didn't do boys. They were to complicated and all that they caused was heart ache.

   "Please stay, hear me out okay?"

  "Why you already have your job back why talk now?" I fired however he decided to talk matters into his own hands. People had begun giving us looks. It made sense there were two people standing in the middle of the dance floor while people danced around them while we were simply having a conversation.

   "Dance with me. Please." He begged holding his hand out once more. I stared at him for what seemed like hours before he spoke again. "Beverly please let me explain everything."

    He didn't seem like the goofy jock that appeared that first day of school anymore. He was now serious, more focused and he looked hurt almost.
  
   I sighed and took his hand. "Fine. Explain." I ordered as another song began.

   "Beverly my life isn't perfect okay? You already know this but this job, this is the only thing I am good at." No body's life was perfect but I wasn't going to point that out. "And until I took this job with you I thought I was great at my job. My point is, this hasn't been easy, working with you hasn't been easy because I can't let my emotions get in the way of my work."

   "That doesn't seem to be a problem now does it." He didn't care for me. We had already discussed this. His job wasn't hard, how hard was it to hang around and babysit some teenager in high school.

    "Of course it's a problem Beverly, it's a problem because I love you." I wasn't expecting that either. "And if something is to happen, I'm going to end up protecting you instead of doing my job."

   "Your job is to protect me." Even though I could take care of myself.

     "Not always Beverly."
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   So I have been back at school so writing has been difficult to find time. Sorry

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