Wallflower| BWWM

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I finished putting on my dress and makeup and glanced at the time. 7:30. I made good time. Figuring out what to do with my extremely frizzy and curly hair was the only problem.

If I wanted to do a bun that would take too long...know what, fuck it, I can make it work. I reached for my Detangling brush and began brushing my hair. The bad thing is that regular gel doesn't hold my hair down. We need the big guns. A SHITLOAD of shine n jam, and got 2 be freeze spray. The yellow can.

You may think I'm joking when I say it takes about 1/4 of the little jar to hold anything down, but I'm dead serious. Which I why I buy the massive ones.

After finally getting all of my hair into a ponytail in the back, I added some diamond hair pins and stood in front of my mirror.

I was wearing a simple pale green dress (shown above), which I thought complemented my dark skin tone well, with beige gladiator sandals and small hoop earrings. My makeup was simple with winged liner, a bit of mascara, perfect eyebrows, and lined and glossed lips.

I looked HOT. I looked at the time and it was 7:56. I walked to my mom's room to let her know I was leaving.

"Oh my gosh! You look amazing honey! I hope this boy treats you well." She nudges me.

"Mom Shiloh and I are just friends. And we aren't even going out alone. We're going as a group." I smiled

"But still! You never know what could happen. But if anything does happen use protec-" the door bell rang interrupted her sentence.

"Thank god." I mumbled and gave her a hug. "I love you mom."

"I love you too honey! Have fun!" She kisses my cheeks and I went to open the door. Only it wasn't Shiloh, it was Donovan. And he was clearly drunk. Very drunk.

And to make matters worse Shiloh pulled up not even thirty seconds later. He stepped out of the car looking sexy as hell. He was wearing black ripped skinny jeans, A black button up shirt, and black and white vans. His curly hair was messy but tamed at the same time.

His eyes narrowed and I think he could tell about my uncomfortableness in the situation. He started swiftly walking towards us.

"Listen Lilah I'm s-sorry and I d-didn't means wha-what I said." I sighed.

"Donovan leave please." Thats when he seemed to realize my dressed up state.

"W-where you goin'?" He slurred leaning forwards a bit looking like he was about to fall over.

"Don't worry about it Donovan. Go home." He narrowed his eyes.

"You're going out with Shiloh aren't you?" His eyes flared with anger.

"Why does it matter?" He laughed

"God Delilah you're s-such a fucking whore. You're already all over him like a l-lost puppy. You're so pathetic." He stumbled closer to me.

Before he could reach me Shiloh put his hand on Donovan's shoulder preventing him from moving forward.

"What the hell Donovan?" Shiloh asked his expression hard to read.

"Hey I need you t-to fuck off away from MY girl alright?!?!" Did Donovan just call me HIS girl?

OH HELL NO.

"Donovan I am not your girl!" Anger started to take over. He roughly grabbed my upper arm unbelievably tight causing pain to shoot through my entire arm.

"Yes you are! You were always my girl! You always fucking will be you dirty slut!" His grip tightened as he got closer to me. Shiloh grabbed the back of Donovan's shirt causing him to turn around and punch Shiloh straight in the face.

He fell in the door frame, and groaned in pain, blood dripping onto his shirt. "Donovan what the fuck?!" He turned to me and slammed me against the wall knocking the air out of me.

"shut up you stupid whore." His voice was deadly quiet.

"I'm not a whore." I spit at him, which only angered him more. He raised his hand slapping me hard across the face. I fell to the floor clutching my cheek. The slap kicked Shiloh into overdrive because the next thing I knew, Donovan was pinned under Shiloh, and Shiloh was delivering blow after blow to Donovan's face.

My mother had run downstairs to see what the commotion was. When she saw the tears streaming down my face, she rushed over to me trying to calm me and take my eyes away from the scene unfolding in front of me.

My father had walked in the door immediately assessed the situation at hand, pulling Shiloh off of a bruised and bleeding Donovan.

"I swear to god if you ever touch her again I will not hesitate to fucking kill you!" He was breathing hard, his shirt now wrinkled and his curly hair wild and untamed.

He turned to me, his eyes softening. He rushed over to me, raising his hand to my cheek gently caressing the purple mark forming where I was hit. He sighed heavily embracing me in a tight hug.

He pulled back after a while. "Are you okay?" He wiped the tears from my face staring into my eyes intently, worry covering his features.

"I don't know. He's never...hit me before..." I placed my head back on his chest while he rubbed my back. I saw my dad look at me with disappointment before walking off slamming the door to his room closed. Tears started to fall again causing Shiloh to pick me up.

"We don't have to go out tonight if you don't want to. I can buy us a bunch of junk food and some pizza and we can watch Disney movies at my house?" I smiled softly.

"That sounds nice. Can we take him home first?" Shiloh gave me a look.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I just don't want him laying unconscious in my living room and I want to tell his mother how much of an asshole her son is." He chuckled and caressed my cheek.

"Okay DeeDee. I can make that happen." I smiled brightly hugging him again. He wrapped his arms around me.

"Thank you Shi."

"Anything for you DeeDee."

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S. O. C - Bad Blood by nao