Unbearable (Unexpected Sequel)|✔️

39- Snow

When I rushed to Ben's house, I took an Uber. Why? Because I figured not having a way back to the dance would force him to consider coming with me. It was dumb but hopefully worth it.

I couldn't give up on Ben. He said it himself: he was lonely. It was up to me to help him.

And as much as I tried to deny it, a small part of me knew this wasn't completely about the mission.

"Ma'am, we're here," the driver said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I thanked him and slowly got out of the car. He zoomed off before I could have second thoughts about this.

The sight in front of me made me uneasy. The gates to his mansion were unlocked and opened. Now that was weird.

Feeling wary, I walked up the long brick driveway. It was hard with these heels but I kept them on. The path was longer than I remembered.

As I got closer to his front door, I noticed a bunch of sleek, expensive cars lining the driveway. I couldn't help but furrow my brows. Did Ben have company over? Was his dad home? Was I intruding on something?

Of course I was intruding on something. I was barging into his house and forcing him to come to a school dance with me.

The nerves kicked in. In theory, this sounded like a great idea. I mean, I was only giving what I had once received. But as I approached the large house, I was getting second thoughts.

What if he was busy? Or worse, what if he rejected me again? What if all those hurtful thoughts were true? I don't think my pride could take another rejection.

By the time I reached the french doors, my heart was pounding against my ribcage. I wiped my sweaty palms against the velvet that clung to my body. A slight breeze made me shiver.

Goosebumps formed against my bare arms as I lifted my hand to ring the doorbell. But then I wondered if the front door was open. Trying my luck, I jiggled the dark handle. It easily unclicked and the door swung open.

Nice!

I slowly crept into the house and closed the door behind me. Classical music instantly filled my ears. I looked around the entry hall and noticed a good amount of people lingering around. Groups of people animatedly talked as they sipped from wine glasses. Everyone was dressed super elegantly and for once I didn't feel out of place. Based on their ages, this looked more like Ben's doing than his dad.

Woah, woah, woah. Ben was having a party? Was this why he didn't want to come to homecoming with me?

Oh my god! I couldn't believe it! While I was out here worrying for Ben, he was here enjoying with his friends – which he had a lot of, by the way.

Don't jump to conclusions.

Realizing the best person for answers was Ben himself, I decided to search for him. Hopefully no one would know I was uninvited. I doubted it though. I seemed to look the part.

But that was easier said than done. Ben's house was gigantic and I'd only been in two rooms, none of which was hard to find.

I scanned the crowd in the current room. There were many pretty faces, none of which were Ben's.

Holy shit, did I just call Ben pretty?

Nah, even I could see he was attractive. Would I ever tell him that? Hell no. His ego was big as is. I didn't need to inflate it.

Before I could think about going upstairs, a rather handsome man approached me. His dark curly hair and electric blue eyes made him look stunning. Otherworldy, even. His baby blue dress shirt was tucked neatly into his black pants. His top buttons were open, making him look more laid back. And when he opened his mouth, it sounded smoother than silk. "Hello. What's a pretty thing like you doing here all alone?"