The Wrong Cinderella

Twelve

The Wrong Cinderella
Chapter 2

"I'm still here you know," said the boy beside my so-called Prince Charming.

I looked at him and smiled. He was cute but it was obvious who got the most female attention between the two. I stretched out my hand to him. "Hi, I'm Sapphire."

His hair looked black in the dim light, a contrast to his companion's blonde curls. "I'm Archer and by the way, I don't think my friend over here will be telling you his name any time soon."

I glanced back at the blue-eyed boy. "Oh really?"

He just shrugged. "I don't usually tell people my name because I don't like being treated differently just because of my family."

I looked him up and down, mentally adding up what his outfit probably cost. Let's just say those Louis Vuitton shoes and that Dolce and Gabbana cologne didn't come cheap.

"Oh I know exactly what you're talking about. But don't worry, the only way I would treat you differently is if this party was for you." I joked.

He smiled. "You think that I'm the President's son? Do I look like him?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I've never met him and he isn't exactly the most social teenager either."

"I hear he's very attractive: at least that's what my sister told me when she dragged me to this place. He's apparently great with the ladies too and this is a big show to find him a serious girlfriend." He said.

I rolled my eyes. "He's a man-whore. And if he's seriously that desperate then why go to such an extent? He could easily meet up with one of the senator's daughters instead of throwing this ridiculous party. I mean, we are in the 21st century."

I was getting bored and my feet were starting to get uncomfortable in the dumb heels I was wearing. I glanced at him and as if he could hear my thoughts, he muttered something to his friend. I'm guessing he wasn't very polite because Archer left immediately, muttering something under his breath.

"You wanna dance?" He asked me suddenly.

"I need to at least know your name first." I replied coolly.

He smiled. I liked his smile and the dimples on his cheeks. "It's Jackson."

I knew he was lying almost immediately but I wasn't sure how I could tell. I decided to ignore it. He was cute and he clearly didn't want to reveal his identity to me so I let it slide. He was temporary after all so one dance couldn't hurt.

I smiled and in a matter of seconds the two of us were moving our bodies to the (extremely terrible) dance music. I laughed way more than I actually danced because the boy's dancing was more ridiculous than the music. In the middle of our third song, we started to gain a crowd. Well, he did. I stood back and watched as a circle formed around him. He was a terrible dancer but a great entertainer: he had everyone doubled over before the song was finished.

I took the opportunity to grab my phone and update my story. "As you guys can see, this party is amazing! The music sucks, but this guy right here is talent personified. He manages to make me laugh and suffer second-hand embarrassment at the same time!"