Peekaboo, I See The Real You

The Dance

Rose didn't know what to wear for the dance - she knew it was a formal event and was hoping to wear something sophisticated, but she knew Max was only her friend and she didn't want him to get the wrong message. After several hours, she decided on a blue, silver and white dress. It went down to the knees, several layers added on top, starting at the waist, to make it puff out. Around her waist a blue belt was wrapped, a snowflake on the left, neat embroidered, silver snowflakes all the way down. Alex would have loved to see me in this, she shuddered and exhaled, before continuing to layer on clothes. 

"Wow. Your dress is stunning, but not as much as you," Max's eyes lingered around her breasts before she interrupted, ending the awkwardness. "So, Max. Shall we go inside?" Still not getting the message, he flipped his blonde and blue hair back and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the doors.

Inside the hall, a tree stood, tall and confident, like how Rose used to be. Red and gold baubles hung around it, many people's reflections shimmering on them. Making her way across, she  found a free spot on the dance floor, in hopes Max wouldn't notice her, but he did. Grabbing her hands, he flung them over his shoulders and his hands clutched he waist, gradually pulling her inwards. Adding on to the uncomfortable atmosphere, his eyes never once gazed at her, but rather lingered below hers, to what she must guess must be where her breast was. After ten minutes, she decided to break the uncomfortable silence, "Max, you know I'm here as your friend, right?" He didn't look at her as she spoke; he just muttered, "Sure," his behaviour unchanged.

After a while, Rose made the desicion that she had to take a break, so she walked over to the drinks, unhappy to find only fruit punch. "Excuse me, sir, but are there any other perhaps more alcoholic beverages?" The teacher who she spoke to didn't seem to pleased by this but at the same time unsurprised, as though it was the only question he ever got asked, "Oh my god, Rose! Fourteen and already asking for alcohol? You'd be glad I'm not Mr.Stevenson; he would be taking you out of here straight away." Rose just smiled and strutted off, but she didn't dare go back to Max, so she headed for the girl's toilets for a break. 

I could have told you of how she did her business, but I'm sure that would both disgust and bore you, so let's cut the crap. It wasn't until after that the 'trip' that anything worth telling you happened; Max happened. Strutting out of the toilets, she was born anxious and irritated to see Max standing there, but he didn't say anything - he just walked forward, herding her as though she were a sheep into the girl's toilets again. He soon followed. "Uhhh... This is the girl's toilets, Max." He didn't listen and was already shutting the door behind him, now shoving her into a cubicle. "Max? Are you listening to me?" He had locked it. Instantly, he shoved himself into her, licking his lips. This wasn't their 'session' finished. He then reached under her dress and felt every inch of her skin. Rose screamed and squealed, but it wasn't loud enough. He had shoved his tongue into hers and pinned her against the small toilet. A minute later, after what could have been the loudest scream on Earth, there was a click of a lock and she plunged for the exit. Above her stood someone, staring down at her. Whoever he was, she would not let him leave without her. Not ever.