The Price of being Pretentious

Chapter Seventeen: The Past

I was in a panicking condition when I witnessed Paris grab Scot's shirt. I tried to remove his hand but he just won't budge. My strength alone was no use when he was in a rage. His arms were shaking from his grip.

'Paris, what are you doing?!' I scolded, trying to remove his hand.

Paris didn't move or even speak, which scares me. He was just staring at Scot like he was about to kill. While Scot was showing no emotion at all. I don't understand boys at times. They were staring at each other for a long time. Then Paris tossed Scot on the floor that made me scream.

'Don't just grab someone's fiancé, Paris.' Scot said as he stood. 'Or should I say, "London's fiancé"?'

Paris stopped by the door, then turned to Scot. 'I don't care if you are London's fiancé. But who says she's your fiancée? If she wanted to be with someone that's for her to decide.' He said firmly, then grabbed my wrist.

Scot snorted. 'Then what are you doing to her? You're saying that she had to decide for her own sake. But isn't it obvious that you are taking her unwillingly?'

'I don't think she disapproves of it.' Paris said, then turned to me. 'Do you?'

I gasped for air. 'Let's not make more mess, Paris.' I said, then removed his hand.

I turned to Scot and smiled. 'Thank you again, Scot. For helping me.' I said, then turned to Paris. 'As for you, leave me alone.' I said coldly, then left.

'How could you smile like that at Scot and treat me coldly?!' He shouted enough for me to hear.

'You deserve it, jerk!' I shouted back.

'Didn't that guy deserve it, as well?'

'He will help me break off the engagement, Paris.'

He snorted. 'Then why are you hugging and acting so lovey-dovey?!'

'Stop. Didn't I remind you to leave me alone? You are dating Venice now. So. Leave. Me. Alone.'

'So you won't come to dinner tonight.'

It wasn't a question. He assumed that I won't attend.

'I will go. For the sake of your dad. If you would think it was for you then please stop dreaming.'

He smiled, then nodded. 'Whatever you say, London. Actions speak louder than words.'

I glared at what he said. 'What do you mean by that?'

'Nothing. Just be ready at seven. I will fetch you at the back door of your house. I'll text you when I arrive.' He said grinning, then went ahead before me.

I rolled my eyes. Right. After all that happened, I have to be with him for dinner. I sighed. When will this end? I'm tired of dealing with him.

After the last period, I immediately went home to get ready for dinner tonight. I wore my pale pink dress, light gray blazer, and gray flats. I already lied to my parents yesterday that I will start reviewing again at the city library.

'I like how you dress up. Conservative. I think we won't have problems with that in the future.' He smirked.

'Shut up. I just want to look decent in front of your dad.'

He nodded with a look of disbelief.

'What? You want me to dress like a whore?!' I ranted.

'No way! Well, that would be sexy but big N and O. I'm just complimenting your wardrobe. Nothing else. Anyway, you look beautiful. So stop being mad, okay?'