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Disclaimer- Don't own the designer labels. Own everyone with a freakishly exotic name.
Rated M- Attempted rape, sex, drugs, alcohol...
"You don't really hang out with us as much anymore." Aiden leaned against the locker next to mine. "Looks like Leila has taken over." he laughed.
I smiled. "She's pretty nice." I shrugged. "If you look past the designer clothes and the bitchy attitude, she a pretty fun person." I giggled, pulling books out of my locker and sliding them into my black leather Coach backpack.
"So... how about dinner? Tonight? just to catch up on old times?" he asked.
And before I knew it, I was standing on the last step of the stairs, clad in army green Joie corduroy cargo pants, Nanette Lepore Speakeasy chiffon blouse, and tan Juicy Beverly Mary Jane wedges that were already murdering my feet.
"If you're getting this dressed up, this boy had better be treating you with respect." Dad raised his slender glass of after-dinner wine up to me. Tacy's head was resting on his shoulder."How much money did you pull out of my wallet this time?"
"Daddy!" I wailed, falling back on the leather couch in our barren living room.
The doorbell rang and I went into panic mode as I stumbled to the double doors to answer it.
Aiden stood there, smiling. I waved to my dad and Tacy, avoiding the introductions and pushed him out the door to his car.
Aralyn was sitting at a table seated for four. Hold on, had they set me up for a blind date or something? "What's going on?" I shyly smiled, as Aiden pulled out a chair for me. I brushed the white tablecloth off of my lap and scooted in. "Do... we have a fourth wheel or something?"
"I go by Lear, thanks." Platinum blonde and green-eyed, just like Aralyn, Lear sat down next her, taking her hand. "You must be Gabriella." he smiled while I continued feeling totally embarrassed that I called him a fourth wheel. But as Aiden, Aralyn, and Lear began talking about A Raisin in the blah, blah, blah, the fact that Aiden's foot was rubbing against my Mary Jane was the only thing holding my attention.
"What about you, Gabriella?" Aiden turned to me.
"Well, honestly, that seems like a movie I would never willingly sit down and watch." I shrugged, sitting back in my seat.
Aralyn giggled. "We were talking about what to get for dessert." she covered her mouth with her hand.
"Oh." I blushed, sitting upright again. "Nothing for me, thanks." I smiled and looked down at the silk napkin in my lap.
"Then come with me." Aiden wrapped his fingers around mine and stood me up. "There's someone I want you to meet." he smiled and led me to the back, butterflies in my stomach.
"What are you doing back here?" a dark-haired woman asked with a warm smile as she pulled her long hair into a bun. She continued stirring the sauce in the pot before her.
"Mom, this is Gabriella." Aiden let go of my hand and his mother took it. "Gabriella, this is my mother, chef, and owner of the restaurant."
I smiled as his mother was wisked away to put the final touches on someone's bananas foster. Aiden slipped his hand around my waist, guiding me through the kitchen to the first of the six Sub-Zero fridges lined against the wall. He pulled out an already-prepared glass of what I thought was sparkling cider.
Boy, was I wrong.
He put the glass to my lips and I accepted. As the sip ofwine hit the bottom of my stomach, I instantly became warm. I smiled to Aiden. "You don't drink much, do you?" he asked.
I downed the rest of the glass in one gulp. "What's that supposed to mean?" I giggled.
"Let's go see if Aralyn and Lear have ditched us yet." he took the glass from my hands, placing it on the counter and leading me back to our table where Aralyn was picking up her simple Fendi clutch.
"We were going to leave you a note." she smiled. "Lear and I seriously need to catch up on all of those times he's been off being a college boy." she and Lear gave their last goodbyes before leaving.
"So..." I looked around at the tables surrounding us, filled with people, "What do we do now?"
"The beach is right across the street." Aiden offered.
"Oh... no." I shook my head. But Aiden had already grabbed my hand and thrown a tip on the table.
"This'll warm you right up." he pulled a gold flask out of the inner pcket of his denim jacket and handed it to me. The familiar taste of wine was on my lips again.
Aiden put his arm around my shoulder on the bench we were sitting on. And it finally hit me that... maybe what Leila had said wasn't true. Aralyn was obviously not a lesbian. And maybe Aralyn had been poking fun at me when she said that Aiden had a girlfriend...
I leaned into Aiden, smelling the scent of Dior Eau Noire that swirled around his neck. The wine finally kicked in, because I found myself saying, "Aiden, I think I'm in love." I sighed.
Aidenpulled away slightly. "Hey," he greeted someone. I looked up to see another annoyingly beautiful person, so drop-dead beautiful it was like she was some exotic princess from another planet. I sat up, really, really embarrased.
"Hey." she said back, tugging at the hem of her red pleated miniskirt. "You must be Gabriella." she smiled. I felt ready to puke on my Mary Janes. "I'm Nadia, Aiden's girlfriend."
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