My Fucked Up Romance (ON HOLD)

Chapter 8

He stared at me wide eyed. Can't seem to tear his gaze away from me. Our eyes locked together searching the other.

His eyes are filled with so many emotions. Regret, longing, love and something burning--Lust.

He's walking towards me, through the vast mass of people without breaking eye contact, ignoring every whims and complaints of the people he constantly hits.

He's just a few feet away. what should I do?

Run, duh.

Yeah, that would be genius.

Like talking to your consciousness is a better plan.

Why am I talking to you again?

'Cause I'm you. It's not like you have a choice.

Ugh, great. now I'm talking to my head.

*an hour ago*

We arrived at the party at exactly 6 pm. Talk about being fashionably late. Note the sarcasm. V and I talked about non sense while my mother are with her so called friends. Yeah, right.

At some point of the party V and I decided to do something extraordinary or crazy as you put it. We walked through the mass of people heading towards the stage.

"Umm, excuse me?" I politely said to the weird looking guy which I presume was the MC of the event.

"Yes? How can I be of service to such a beautiful lady?" it doesn't take a genius to know that he's hitting on me. Boys.

"Actually my girlfriend and I would like to ask a favor," Veron said snaking his arms around my waist possessively while sending the poor MC death glares. I can't help but giggle at his protectiveness. Veron might be gay, but when it comes to guys flirting with me while he's around he can be as masculine as hulk.

"Oh," was the only thing that the MC said eying V's possessive arm around my waist. "Then, what is it?" he said losing all the sweetness he showed me earlier. I rolled my eyes making sure he wouldn't see me. Once again, Boys.

"We would like to have a little game," I said to the MC as I turn away from V asking for assurance that he immediately grants. "an auction to be exact." I add.

At first the MC just stared at me for a while looking confused and reluctant as he thinks about our favor until Veron pulled out a 50 pound bill from his pocket and handing them to the man who reluctantly accepts and agrees to our favor.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," the MC's voice booms through the speaker as he takes the stage. "I would like to inform you all that there will be an auction to be held here tonight." he announces gaining the crowds attention and a few confused glances. "The auction is to offer the highest bidder a dance," there's a few moments of silence "a dance and a date with the 5 most eligible bachelors in France if not the World." He finishes as the crowd goes wild. Well technically speaking the girls.

"Now if these gentlemen would like to comply, Mr. Edward Monterey, Mr. Allan Duke, Mr. Trent Seymour, Mr. Veron Kingsly," well as you've figured it out. V's sexual preference is kind of a secret. "And lastly Mr. Skye Pierre."

Hearing that last name was all it took for me to fall apart. Not Trent, not anyone, but him. Skye.

V must have noticed my sudden silence 'cause he looked at me with wary eyes. "Hey, A you okay? ... Okay that just totally rhymed," he chuckled "but seriously, what's the problem? is it Trent?" he asked me knowing that I may be like this because of my ex boyfriend.

All I managed was a shake of my head as I was breathless. He changed so much. And I saw him only 3 weeks ago. His hair was at it's usual messy, but sexy style, his jaw more defined, he now has a 5 o'clock shadow which in my opinion really looks sexy as hell. he grew a bit. maybe an inch or two.

God, I miss him. I miss my best friend. I miss the man I love. God, what is wrong with me?

The voice of the MC broke me out of my thoughts about my suppose to be best friend being hot as the bachelors take the stage, two men glancing my way as I was near the stage. Mainly, Trent and Skye. they both look skeptical.

"Now candidate no. 1 Mr. Edward Monterey. Bidding starts at 5000 pounds."

The MC's voice once again surrounding the event hall as he starts the auction.

"5000 pounds," said one lady at the back which looked like his date.

"10 000!" one woman said

as the auction goes on.

"Mr. Veron Kingsley, price starts at 10 000 pounds!" the MC announces,

"50 000!" one woman said looking desperate for the chance to have a dance and a date with my best friend V.

"100 000!" another woman said, bit looking much older than the other.

"100 000 pounds! anyone?"

the MC asked through the speakers

Veron looked at me with pleading eyes as if he was going to die.

"Going once," with a sigh "Going twi--" the MC was cut off when I spoke.

"One million," I said as they looked for the owner of the voice "One million pounds for Mr. Veron Kingsley." I say proudly as I crossed my arms over my chest looking at Veron and giving him a wide grin.

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Alas! Finally the wifi's back!

I know really short update and I'm really sorry. I just hope this chapter gives you a birds eye view about what's going to happen next.

Brandon Routh as Trent at the side. :)

Vanilla xoxo