Tolerating The Player

“wear something good” his words still echoed in my head but what do I have that fits with the word “good”.

“I’ll guess, you don’t have something good enough to wear” he said while his hands were relaxed on the steering wheel.

He was sounding rude but I didn’t see a hint of rudeness or sarcasm on his face, perhaps this was his preferred way of talking.

“Sorta” I replied. He kept quiet and I felt uncomfortable. I rolled down the window of the car for fresh air since the atmosphere of the car was getting heated and suffocating.

The cool breeze from the rain filled the car and I could tell that he was also enjoying it.

“Thank you for the phone” I said, realizing I haven’t really gotten to thank him, even though he was the one who damaged it at first.

He turned to face me but diverted his attention back to the road with a smile on his face. Was he warming up to me?

He stopped the car by the roadside and gestured at me to follow him, there was a boutique with different flower decorations on the outside.

I felt a feeling of excitement and butterflies in my stomach when I realized he was going to buy me a dress. This would be the first time a man has ever bought me a dress.

“Don’t you want to check for your size or the one that suits your taste” he said with his hand in his pocket and the other fumbling with his car keys. I could see the lady that was attending to us feeling uncomfortable and shy around him.

I scanned through the hundreds of clothes but couldn’t find the one that I really liked, everything seemed too exposing and flashy while some that were okay we’re really expensive.

“We’ve been here for thirty minutes, is it that hard to pick a dress?” he groaned and complained on the sofa he was sitting on.

I walked up to him and he scanned me from my head to toe, “where’s the dress?” He asked, looking almost annoyed.

“I couldn’t find the one that suits my taste” I replied and he fixed his eyes at me that if they were flames I would have turned to ashes.

He stood up and walked closer to me, I could feel my breath seizing but I tried to look calm on the outside. He walked past me and brushed his hands through some stack of clothes before pulling a dress out.

It was a beautiful armless emerald green gown with no neck but a rope that hung around the neck and fell on the bare back. It had a little opening at the two sides of the waist and some pearls were decorated on it.

It was the definition of gorgeous but I had seen it while checking for clothes, I didn’t pick the dress because it was fucking expensive and I wouldn’t want to become a sudden burden.

“We’ll take this” he said to the lady and brought out his credit card to pay.

“It’s too expensive Zach” I protested but he ignored me.

“I’m not going to wear that tonight if you buy it!” I added and he smirked and paid the cashier. She packaged the dress and handed it back to him.

He threw the bag to me and I caught it, without saying a word the smirk on his face said thousands of words that I knew that there would be trouble if I didn’t wear the dress to the fucking party.

We went back to the car and he drove to his house. I went to my room to take a quick shower before we would leave for the party, which was still some hours left.

After bathing I checked myself in the mirror and the thought of dressing up crossed my mind. On a normal day I would not care about my hair or other things but today I was in a really good mood and wanted to try something out.

I own no makeup but I could style my hair and apply a little lip gloss that Maya had forced me to always carry around to avoid dry lips.

I loosened my hair and sprayed some water on it to activate the curls which I just brushed through. I had great hair that didn’t need a thousand dollars product to look good.

I wore the dress and it looked absolutely perfect on me. I couldn’t help but admire my reflection in the mirror. Perhaps I should be paying more attention to myself but hell I have said that to myself a lot of times but still end up not doing shit.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

To finish the look I wore my sandals which I had worn earlier but they were really beautiful silver sandals that Grace had bought for me.

The door behind me opened and I screamed In fear, “Shit you startled me and hold on what if I was naked!” I yelled at the boy who had just barged into my room without knocking.

“It’s my house!” He plainly said and I hissed.

I noticed how he continued to stare at me without saying anything, his eyes were filled with an emotion I can’t explain but he just stood by the door with his eyes frozen on me.

“Is there something wrong?” I asked myself if I had worn the dress wrongly or perhaps had a stain on it.

“Nothing!” He said and walked outside of the room. Weirdo!

I followed behind him as he entered his car and we were shortly on our way to the party. Xavier wasn’t the host of this party but it was rather another person from the Greenlands. Apparently he won a jackpot and decided to spend the money on a party.

We arrived at the venue and I could see different cars also parked outside the house. Some couples were already making out in the open air and I found that really disgusting.

Immediately we entered the building some of his teammates gestured at him to join them on a table while I on the other hand looked for the perfect and quiet spot to stay.

I hated parties and in fact this is the second highschool party I’ve attended in my whole life. I found a corner with not many people but just two girls being obscene. But beside them was something that caught my eyes.

There was a big transparent bowl with a purple liquid in it. There were party cups on the table and I assumed it was a homemade punch. I reached for it and poured myself some in the red plastic cup.

I sniffed it and it didn’t smell of alcohol but the smell wanted me to drink it immediately so I did. That was probably the best drink I ever tasted and being a sucker for drinks I continued to drink more cups that I lost count of.

I started to feel a little tipsy and it started to become hard for me to think clearly but I was still fully aware of my surroundings. I dropped the half filled cup back on the table, that would be all for today.

The music suddenly changed to a music I was well familiar with and my body started to move to the rhythm. It was unusual for me but I suddenly liked where it was going.

A blonde haired guy suddenly moved towards me with a bottle of beer in his hands. I didn’t mind seeing him dancing in front of me and I surprisingly moved closer to him and started to dance with him. The drink was definitely kicking in but I couldn’t stop myself.

He dropped his bottle of beer on a table and placed his hands on my butt giving it a tight squeeze. I felt uneasy but my body won’t stop dancing with him.

He thought I was giving him a green light as a mischievous smile appeared on his face and he dragged me to a lonely and quiet corner.

“Why are we here?” I asked but it came out in the form of a chuckle, was I drunk?

He placed his rough hands on my waist and slightly moved it to my bare back caressing it, his hands slowly moved below my back and he grabbed my butt again but this time moved me closer to him and I could feel the bulge on his trousers.

I knew this wasn’t right as I was still sane, I tried to break free from his grip but he wouldn’t let me. His grip on my butt became tighter and it hurts really well.

“Let go of me!” I tried to yell but he kept on doing the opposite of what I had said.

“You started this now baby, how about you finish it” he said and I knew I was in a mess.

I hit his chest but they were so rock hard that they didn’t move him a bit. His hands slowly started to slip underneath my short gown and I was already feeling his hands on my naked laps.

“Let go of me!” I yelled again and suddenly heard a loud blow and his grip on me loosened.

I heard another blow and opened my eyes to see Zach standing closely beside me.

“Dude what the hell!” The blonde guy yelled with his hands on his cheeks where the blow had hit him. His mouth was also filled with blood. Without saying a word, Zach led me outside the house.