Deep in Naia.

Cara

"Cara! Cara, get your ass down here immediately!" She yelled through the hall. I drag myself out of bed, only to be surprised by my mother's reaction. She was giving me the death eye, and I knew it. I didn't like my mother from the start, and she could hardly believe I was her daughter. It seems like dad loved her, so I just went with it.  "Cara, it seemed like you were in bed forever! We've got a dance tonight, and I want to go over some basic rules. She stairs at me intently. Why did we have to have these stupid things? That was one question my mother would refuse to answer. 

"I know the rules already! No choosing my own dress, I have too come, don't make you or dad look bad, be a princess, blah blah blah!" 

"I have a new rule, you have to bring a date. By not bringing a date to every dance, you embarrass us! Fortunately, your father has someone picked out. Hurry up, your dress  is on your bed, and you need your makeup and hair done!" A date? She couldn't do this to me! She feels like she can control everything I do, everything I say! Why? I honestly don't know, but what I needed was a way out of this! 

"Mom, there is no way I can do this! A random person! No fucking way!" I yelled at her as I stormed up too my room.  I saw the dress she picked out, and I nearly barfed. It was a large, puffy pink dress. It was made of silk and covered in lace. I hated this dress. I resolved, as soon as this dance was over, I was going to burn it. 

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the day of the dance, and I was completely nervous. I was about to meet my date. I didn't know what to expect. My father had supposedly picked him out for me. I walked out and was surprised. The boy in front of me was nothing like what I thought I would get stuck with. I thought my father would get me an arrogant boy, who spends most of his time body building. But the boy that was looking at me was, different. 

My father stepped in. "Cara, this is Jordyn. He is my king's boy, and he is your... escort let's say." My father apparently did not like the idea of him being my date. "Cara, Jordyn. Jordyn, Cara. Let's get going."  The boy kept fidgeting with his fingers, and looking down. He looked nervous, and worried. Out of the corner of my eye, I say him blushing, just slightly. Not enough to be thought as blushing, but I had gotten used to seeing people's behavior, and instantly knowing what was happening. 

"Hi. I'm Jordyn." He says, cutting his sentences close. 

"I'm Cara, nice to meet you!" I say, wiggling in my shoes.  He seemed to relax a bit. 

"Oh thank god! I thought you were going to be one of those spoiled rotten..." He doesn't finish, getting the death stare from my dad. I lay dad off, and me and Jordyn kind of struggle. I offer him my arm, and he tries to wrap his around mine, but I move, and then he moves. Finally we're arm in arm, and and we awkwardly try to walk into the room. 

"This is kinda weird. I'm here because my mom made me, your here because my dad made you..." 

"I'm fine here. I like parties." He says, smiling.

"You've never been to one of my mothers." I smile back. "By the way, what is the "king's boy" position anyway?" I ask. I had been wondering what it had meant.  

"Oh, it basically means like I'm the son he never had..." He explained. Son my father never had? Wasn't he happy with me?