Ok, here's the next chapter. I'd like you all to note that no pairings have been decided and a few ideas for things that could/should happen.
Chapter Four: You're kidding, right?
Robert cringed as Misty continued to yell a few halls over. She had been at it for the better part of twenty minutes. Not only that: she was louder than any of them could have thought possible. He sighed and looked at Enrique who had been sitting next to the door, hardly containing the need to go help a young woman in distress. "Fine," he growled to the blond playboy. "But no scenes."
Enrique nodded as he ran out the door, not even stopping to close them. Oliver followed at a slow trot while shaking his head, softly closing the door behind him. Robert looked to Johnny who was pretending to be asleep on the couch with his back facing the room. Rolling his eyes he returned to reading his book while wishing, not for the first time, that he had not allowed that woman to enter his home.
Misty inhaled deeply, about to yell out again when a soft warm hand wrapped itself around her mouth. Oliver's warm voice rang out next to her as she began to panic. "You shouldn't yell like that. You'll hurt your throat." She looked up into his warm blue eyes and nodded slowly. After a moment of silence an idea ran through her head. With a sparkle in her eyes she opened her mouth and faked at biting his hand.
Oliver pulled away as Enrique ran up to them and tripped, falling flat on his face and skidding most of the way down the hall. Misty looked at him with a raised brow before turning to her green haired friend. "Does he always do that?" Oliver looked at his friend before nodding to her. "When a woman is involved, yes. He left to find you before I did, as well. Kept falling the entire time." An amused smiled slid over his face.
She looked at the blond one more time before getting up and glaring at the both of them, a feat that would send most people running. "I want to see Robert and I want to see him now." The two boys looked at her strangely before shrugging and dragging her off, literally, by the hand. Ok, these guys are weird. You'd think that they're two parts of the same mind...Then again, it's kinda hard to tell if Enrique even has one...
The two boys stopped in front of a set of large oaken doors that seemed to dwarf everything near it. Wow, another sign that they have money. They really aren't afraid to show it, are they. She slowly walked into the room with the frilly dress that had been on her bed still in her hand. Without stopping she marched right up to Robert and shoved the dress under his nose in place of the book he had been reading. "What the hell is this?"
He looked from her to the dress and put his book down with a sigh. "That, Misty," he spat her name out like curse, "would be a dress. You wear it-" Something resembling a growl came from Misty as her hand twitched slightly.
"I know that you stupid-nghn!" She screamed slightly while throwing her arms in the air and the dress in his face. "I haven't even been here a few hours and I'm already sick of you! You are an arrogant jerk who has hid head too far up his arse to notice anything about the world and its people around him!" With that said she stood there, awaiting the reprimand that would soon be hers. She was surprised when it never came. Instead Robert was looking at her as if she'd just slapped him across the face.
Johnny was sitting up on the couch with a look of amazement at the girl who had just insulted his friend so...gracefully, for lack of a better word. He walked over to Robert and stood beside him, looking Misty over quickly. "Is there a reason you just verbally assaulted my friend?"
"Is there any reason your friend knew my measurements without me telling him?" She was shaking with what could never be mistaken as anything other than rage. All three of his friends looked at Robert in surprise. "Well? I'd like answers."
With a slight sigh he stood up and took the dress from her. "This is for you to wear at a ball being held in a weeks time. This ball is important and you will not make my family look stupid." That said he walked past her intent on leaving the room.
"I prefer black or red." Misty's voice rang out behind him, causing him to turn around. He looked at her before nodding. "I'll...Have a different one made to your liking?"
"Yay!" With a satisfied smile she turned around and walked back in to the library. "Looks like I win," she grinned at Enrique. "You owe me dinner, Oliver."