Prepare to live. Prepare to die. And mostly prepare to fall in love.
An age old High school, a seemingly age old forbidden romance. But will it remain as typical when life for Yrene Jones seems to be taking a new turn every passing second? Read to f...
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Chapter 47
Yrene's PoV
After my screaming marathon I finally pull myself out of bed and drag myself to the dress hanging in my closet, courtesy of my sister in law. I'm stunned when I see the dress, it's the one I helped her design for her latest collection and by help I mean just give her the style for the skirt. But it turned out beautiful, more than I had ever imagined it to be and frankly I was surprised that Michelle was letting me wear this item as no one had seen it and she was trying to keep the new collection secret. Oh and least she had enough decency to customise the colour according to my liking. I looked at the beautiful, maroon gown for a while longer and ran my hand along the exquisite material, all organza, chiffon and silk with a hard, embroidered, and beaded bodice. I was quite shocked to realise that they were letting me wear something this low cut, especially considering the fact that Raymond went berserk every time I showed up in low cut crop tops and shorts. Perhaps I have been gazing at the dress for too long for when I turn around Michelle is standing behind me. She gives me a warm smile and tells me the dress is all mine. I give her a matching smile and tell her that I don't need the stylists and make up artists that as per my mother's orders are standing outside my room, she gives me the green signal once they're gone and rubbing my hands down my face I sit on my vanity stool with Michelle lightly massaging my shoulders and I lean back into her embrace and she rocks us back and forth. I love this woman, who does so much for me all the time, who I know would go against the world for me and it has been like that since day one. We have always been insanely close to each other and our bond strengthened after she married my brother. I wouldn't change the bitch for the world, lean in ya her warmth for a while longer. After a few minutes we decide to start with the make up. Keeping it neutral and as natural with a glittery eyeshadow, winged eye liner and a nude shade of lipstick, Mishy decides I look perfect and I get up from the stool to put on the dress. The fit is perfect, it hugs me in all the right places, clinging to my waist and thighs before pooling at my feet like a pond of blood. I know that sounds extremely dark but it really is most certainly one of the best pieces of clothing I have ever adorned. After I'm done and Mishy helps me zip up the back she sits me down on the stool again before working on my hair. When she's finally done and leaves I look at myself once more in the full length mirror but I am unable to recognise the girl looking back at me. Her blue eyes seem cold and distant, the only colour on her cheeks the artificial blush and the hip length hair curled at the ends beautifully. Wanting to look at myself no longer I sit on the bed and strap on my maroon heels, no sooner have I clasped the buckle than Mishy knocks on my door letting me know they are here. I take my brother Raymond's arm and he walks me down the stairs, there at the base stands my other brother extending his arm to me and Raymond lets me go with a kiss on my forehead. All this time, every step of the way I can't help falling in love with you by Elvis Presley plays on. And Ross walks me to the centre of the drawing room where on the sofa sits Jason, looking as handsome as ever, or even more so, in a black tuxedo, complete with a bow tie. The suit fits him exceptionally well and see,s to be tailored just for his body. Hearing the click of my heels he stands up, as does everyone else, and walks towards me with a handsome smile plastered onto his face, he then extends his hand to me and I let go of Ross's arm to give him my hand. Ironic. He kisses the back of my hand and like a well taught robot somehow, through the numbness inside me I smile back at him as the imprint of his lips burns my skin, leaving a fuzzy feeling in my stomach. But somehow the smile wasn't forced and I said like a robot but I didn't feel any tugs beaming at him. I then give a cold glance to my mother. She wanted business I had given her business, now she better stay the fuck away from my happiness and decisions for the rest of her posh life. Jason lets go of my hand once we reach the couch and the waiters immediately start serving champagne and other rich people delicacies to the people present. There aren't many guests, just our two families with Jason and i's friends. Mama Dawfield walks over to Jason and hands him a velvet box and my father walks towards me with an identical one and giving me a charming smile he hands it to me. "Guys it's time!" Ross cheers and the juveniles erupt into applause and hoots as Jason opens the box nervously and pulls out an expertly carved diamond ring, taking my hand in his he, like before, kisses the back of it, once again leaving me shocked and places the ring on my left ring finger. Giving him a forced smile I pull out the sliver band from the box handed to me I pull out a silver band and place it on his finger. The room erupts into claps and cheers once more and Tim friends take pictures and congratulate me. Before I can respond, Ross pulls me out of the hall and takes me to the other end of the room, "Yrene, I love you and you know that so if he ever pulls shit on you, you come to me. I'm sure he won't but if he does I will kill him. Get that?" I smile at me and kiss his cheek, thanking him and he hugs me but before he lets go Jason joins us. "Ross, bro you mind if I borrow Yrene for some time?" Huh? What does he want? "Listen to me Jaosn, she is my baby sister and if you try to fuck her over I will make sure that your body isn't even found for a long time, and once it is, no one can recognise you. You understand?" He nervously nods before Ross kisses my forehead and leaves me with him. "Hi." "Hi." "Listen Yr, I need to talk to you about something." "Hmm go ahead." "Just think about what I'm going to say, okay? I'm not rushing you or forcing you for an instant answer but please do think about it." "No riddles. Please. My head is throbbing." "Okay, here goes... Yrene will you please give me a chance too?" "Pardon?" I was extremely taken aback by his question and was hoping against hope that he didn't mean what I thought he did. "Yrene Jones, will you do me the honour of going out with me?" What. The. Fuck. He couldn't possibly mean that. Right? He was making a fool of me but I wasn't going to let him do this. What was more weird was the serious and hopeful expression on his face. "Look Jay, I don't know why you want to do that. I mean if it is because your parents want you to settle down with one girl, me, because we are emerged, please understand that I have no problem with you going out and fucking whoever you want. As I said I don't hold you to any promises or bind you to any either. You're free." I say the words, give him the permission, even as it leaves a foul taste in my mouth and a terrible feeling in my gut. Ha! Jealousy in advance perhaps, but one can never be sure considering I do not believe myself to have feelings for him at all. "What the hell! Yrene, I seriously mean it, I like you, really like you. I'm not joking, I'm quite serious and I'm not under any form of pressure to ask you this. Think about giving me a chance at least." He leaves to go talk to his friends, leaving me as emotionally confused as ever, my mind is constant in constant turmoil, going to and fro between Chase and Jason. Luckily before it gets too unbearable my friends approach me and we make small talk till dinner is served. I am seated next to Jason who gives me subtle smiles and looks the whole meal, causing butterflies to go mad in my stomach. What? No, why would this be happening? I don't like him still, do I? I barely manage to push down some of the contents of my plate down my throat when dinner is finally over and everyone starts leaving. We all go see the Dawfield's out and mama and papa Dawfield politely kiss my cheek, giving me warm smiles as they do so and finally it is Jason's turn. He kisses my cheek, dangerously close to the edge of my mouth and whispers in my ear, dragging his nose through my cheek as he does so, "You looked beautiful. Think about what I said okay? Think about giving me a chance. I'm begging you." The sensation his warm breath on my neck and ear provide are alone enough to send a pleasurable shiver down my spine. Without giving him an immediate reply I retire to my room. After chucking off the ring and throwing it onto my dresser I peel off the dress and change into my night clothes before crawling into bed and contemplating the series of unfortunate events, that I refer to as my life. Was I in love with Chase? Did I have feelings for Jason? If not then why did I feel those things every time he came close to me or gave me a smile? I drifted off into the realm of slumber thinking of that smile. ~*~ Jason's PoV
She was mine now. Mine to hold. Mine to keep. Mine to love. The happiness knowing this gave me could not be described by mere words and the fact that I had told her what I felt for her, even if I wasn't able to convey the true extent of my feelings to her directly, at least she knew. And how beautiful she looked: how even her pressured and forced smiles were so beautiful, how her blue eyes were like glimmering sapphires under the soft light of the moon. How mesmerisingly the dress clung to her perfect body in all the right places before pooling at her feet, the way her ample curls bounced with ever step she took and how amazing it had felt when she placed her hand in mine. If she willingly became mine, I would lay the world at her feet, shower her with all she wanted, cherish her the way no one had and no one could. My Yrene. My passion. The reason of my being, the love of my life. ~*~
Chase's PoV
To deal with the hurt that was bound to come by acknowledging that my sweet angel was now someone else's I called up Ashley Kaufman. The woman was obsessed with me and was practically dying to get into my pants since university. Now was her chance. We made out but that was all, I know I had called her for much more than a make out session but I couldn't let it get further than it already had. So before it escalated I handed her back the shirt she had somehow taken off and told her to leave and she left after a few minutes of screaming at me. How foolish of me, to think I could forget my baby, my love, by fucking someone else, when even I knew that the whole time I would be thinking about her. Her lips on mine, her touch, the way her skin had felt every time I touched her, even on the first day when she landed into my arms perfectly. Thinking of her touch, of her startling eyes I go to sleep, knowing that I might as well never be able to feel it again, ignoring the pangs of remorse and jealousy.  Yrene's dress on top and the rest I'm hoping against hope y'all can envision through the description!
