Forever

| Chapter Three ~ Come With Me ~ |

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Richelle's Pov
What on earth was I thinking?! My father was going to kill me later! I mean, yes, it felt good to stand up to him, but it was so pathetic. I mean, faking an injury? When the party's over, when the lights are dimmed, when everyone's gone....NO. I couldn't think about that.

In that moment I felt powerful. For once I finally had some sort of control over what I could do. He couldn't do anything as we were in front of hundreds of people. Hundreds of people. Hundreds of people just saw me speak like that. They saw how I was dressed.

I felt my face turn as white as snow on a winter's morning. I felt a little faint. I let out a small breath. That was it, in and out.

My father continued rambling on about something, but I wasn't listening. My attention was focused on something else; a boy.

I caught him staring at me, and we locked eyes for a split second before he turned his head towards my father. He was...he was...kind of...hot? His dark brown hair matched his perfect brown eyes. He wore a smart black suit with smart black shoes. I wondered who he was. I for sure wanted to speak to him. Not just because I thought he was handsome, but because we looked around the same age, and maybe we could be friends. I'd love to have a friend.

Once my father finished his speech, everyone began to grab food. I wasn't interested in any of it really. Besides, my mother had told me not to eat anything so that I could keep my figure looking slim in my dress.

I sat down at a small two person table at the back of the room by myself. It was hidden by the grand piano. I just wanted to go upstairs and leave the party. I wanted to get out of this dress; it made me feel like a slut.

"Hey," an unfamiliar voice spoke.

I lifted my head up to see the boy from earlier looking down at me with a half smile.

"Can I sit?" He asked, pointing to the chair.

I nodded my head, not knowing what to say. Was he really coming to sit with me? I didn't think he'd actually taken any notice of me. Why did I feel nervous?

"So," he spoke, his voice gentle yet rough at the same time, "nice party right?"

"No," I replied without thinking. "I mean, yes, it's great. I love it. Aren't the decorations great?"

I felt my face tingling a little, my cheeks obviously blushing. I can't believe I just blurted that out. I'm such an idiot.

He laughed a little.

"Thank God you said that. No offence, but this party is so boring."

"You don't have to come to them every month and perform some stupid dance routine in front of everyone," I replied, sighing heavily.

"I see you managed to get out of that today," he smiled. "How's that ankle doing?"

He winked at me and I let out a small laugh.

I suddenly remembered what I was wearing. The smile vanished off of my face and my cheeks began to burn again. Oh God. My breasts were completely exposed. I sort of put my arm over them and twiddled my hair to try and cover them up.

"You okay?" He asked sweetly, looking slightly confused.

"Yes," I lied. "Do you want to get out of here?"

"Hell yeah," he replied. "Where would we go?"

"Come with me,"I smiled and stood up as we snook out of the room.

I couldn't believe we were doing this.