It Starts With A Slap.

Chapter 9.

Scarlett Jensen.

We entered the venue which was full of people who had put on a facade of fake smiles and fake compliments just to look good or get some new business partners. I had my hand intertwined with Trevor's who took me from between the crowd to his parents. I could still feel the jitters I got when he took my hand in his.

Honestly, as much as I thought it would be awkward holding Trevor's hand, they had a calming effect on me. I didn't hang out with this kind of crowd and everyone's judgmental eyes made me very uncomfortable. This place was oozing of richness.

His parents were both tall and good looking people. I could see that Trevor had his father's looks and his mother's eyes. His mother's smile increased as she saw her son approach her but as soon as she her eyes laid on me her smile disappeared.

"Who is she, honey?" his mother asked him.

"This is Scarlett Jensen, my date." He replied. It was the first time I heard him call me by my full name.

"I thought you were bring...."

"Well you thought and I don't work according to your thought process so why don't you say something to my date and it better be nice." He snapped cutting his mother off in midsentence.

His mother's face had an expression of betrayal. She cleared her throat and opened her mouth to speak to me, "I have heard about your mother working at the Maystore. You should feel lucky girl that my son chose you to be his date because clearly, you don't match our class."

Ouch! Her words stung, making my blood boil. Trevor squeezed my hand as if he was giving me a sign to say what I wanted to and taking the sign, I replied back firmly, "First of all this GIRL has a name, it's Scarlett and second of all I couldn't agree more about not matching your class because my class is way more classier and better than YOURS. I mean I would never stoop to such a low level to insult somebody even though I think highly of myself. I'm pretty sure whoever you wanted Trevor to bring just be your puppet, you must have her wrapped around your finger. But you see, I have my own identity, so I'm sorry to let you down. You know it would be nice if you would just mind your own business and leave Trevor alone."

Trevor smirked with my reply, his father and mother stood there dumbstruck and I cherished that moment. Suddenly I realized something, I understood why Trevor wanted me to be his date. Usually, all the other girls would have acted all mushy and stayed classy, but he wanted someone who would reflect the actual reality.

I mean, it wouldn't take long for a person with brain to figure it out. He literally gave me permission to insult his parents. I mean, I would never allow someone to speak ill or rude of my mother. Well, I did meet Trevor when he insulted her, but that's not the point. He just wanted to bring someone who wouldn't care about his parent's validation.

"I...uhhh...please excuse us." His father spoke up.

After Trevor's parents left, Trevor turned around and faced me. I looked at him apologetically but then he started laughing. He left my hand to clutch his stomach and if we were at home, he would definitely roll on the floor.

I looked at him with wide eyes and an amused look.

"Good work Jensen." He said with a genuine tone. "I'll go get our drinks."

"Thanks, Lockhart. Please don't get me anything with alchohol in it." I smiled.

"You know a lovely lady like you should not be left alone in a room full of strangers." A voice spoke from behind me.