I sat in my childhood bedroom, the deep purples and the blacks dancing around me in the form of furniture. I am dizzy. Just mere hours ago I was with Peter, the 'I love you's still on my tongue. I can still see the effects of our lovemaking as my neck is peppered with red and purple marks. I got up in a daze and lathered on makeup in a lame attempt to hide it, it worked. I looked at my reflection in contemplation as I played with the hem of black dress. It was a nice dress, but even my clothes could not cheer me up at this occasion.
My father calling my name jerked me back into reality, I gave myself an onceover and smoothed out my dress desperately. I walked into the hallway and almost wished time would stop. As I reached the top of the grand staircase I tucked one of my brown hairs behind my ear, I was stalling, I slowly made my way down the stairs in a movie reveal manner. My eyes landed on him , Eric, he was greeting my parents and my brother Alec. His eyes landed on me and raked my body, not in a sexual way but in an analytical way, almost as if he was quizzical of my pure existence. I silently walked down the stairs, he shook my fathers hand and quietly said "max" with a nod. He then turned to me silently and shook my hand with a nod.
It was weird, we sat in the dining room silently. We've never done that before, my family was rambunctious to say the least. I was sitting between my brother , who was at the head of the table, and Eric, and my parents were across from us. I scooped up some potato salad and some accidently flicked onto my brothers face, my mouth forms a perfect 'O' as he looks up in playful rage. He picks up a spoonful of his chili and flings it at my face and I gasp out "DICKWAD!", picking up a handful of potato salad and flinging it at him. We are both giggling manically as we shove food down each others clothes, but my father didn't think it was funny as he sternly said "ALEC! ATHENA! Clean this up! Now!", I mutter a "sorry daddy".
My father had ordered me to get cleaned up and help Eric get cleaned up as he was caught in the cross fire, so I casually grab Eric's calloused hands and took him upstairs to my bathroom. I closed the door behind us as we got there, silence engulfed us as I quietly started cleaning myself up. When I started adjusting my dress chili fell out the bottom and I giggled, I looked up to see Eric smiling quietly. I knew my dress was done for , I had to change, so I took it off and tossed it in the washing bin. I look at Eric, who was staring at me, " if you wanted to have a little fun, you could've just said so" he grumbles eyes darkening.
I casually walked over to him and slowly wipe off some chili from his cheek, sucking on the finger slowly, and whisper mischievously " who says you could handle a little fun with me". It was officially on, if he wanted to play games so would I. we sat there for a while , his hands gripping my hips and his eyes learning every grove of my body, they landed on the now washed off makeup that hid the hickeys. I was exposed, but before anything else could happen I whip away and into my room to find a new dress.
I figured that I would need new underwear too, digging into my closet and laying out my whole new outfit on the bed. I had took off my bra and started taking off my underwear when I heard the door creak and feet padding into my room. I panicked and covered my breasts with my arms, it was Eric. "Hey!" I yelled as I flung a pillow at his head, he didn't even flinch at the contact. " You do know we are getting married, right? So it doesn't matter what I see" I 'humph' at his dumb response. He throws a little black box which I catch, that stupidly leaves my breasts exposed earning a smirk from Eric. I open the box to see an engagement ring nestled in black cushion, glittering beautifully. I slip it onto my hand as I change into my new clothes, completely ignoring his presence.
We walk back down to the living room and sit for tea and dessert, this time instead of quiet we make polite conversation, mentions of the wedding pop up, it unnerves me. The only reason I am doing this is for my father and my grandfather, my grandfather's dying wish was to see me married to a 'real dauntless man'. I know he meant a leader; he wanted our family line to be pure bred. My father's side of the family are dauntless dynasty, all leaders and perfect soldiers. I would never admit this aloud but I liked that I didn't have to think too much, to have everything planned out for me, I think too much.
The only thing I could think of right now , as I am trapped between polite chit chat and an unwanted wedding, is what a horrible Friday.