/photo-66232535_424066695 Mia's dress
/photo-11068228_402722769 Anastasia's dress
3429495/4715/i/950/depositphotos_ Christian at the ball
October 31
Still, you were talking about an ultra-short leather dress, but you came in a blue curtain, Jack examines me meticulously.
I'm standing at the entrance to the assembly hall and smoking. The Halloween theme this year is the holy, motherfuckin', ball at Hogwarts.
Deciding to play a prank on my classmates, I ordered a Bellatrix Lestrange costume from a sex shop. Of course, I ordered it through Mia, whose parents had gone to Paris for fashion week. However, Jones, who had never kissed anyone in her life, gave my outfit to Kate, who immediately tried it on. She was caught in the act by her mother, a zealous puritan who gave Katherine a spanking and, shouting, Burn it! , destroyed my Halloween outfit.
I had to ask my mother for help, who urgently remade one of her old dresses for me, for which I am very grateful. Mia and Kate also put my makeup on for the first time in my life and tidied up my hair. It turned out pretty good, I admit. But I m still in this crap for one evening.
You don t like it? I raise an eyebrow, and Jack chuckles.
- You'd better either wear jeans or a mini, - he grins, - and Jones will come?
- I promised. What, a bad boy has a crush on a model girl? - why doesn't it bother me?
Why am I not jealous of him? I like him. Why do I feel happy for him, and not angry? What's wrong with me?
- Well, not a crush... She helped me with my homework a couple of times, I protected her from bullies and that's it. And by the way, she's with Kavanagh, - Hyde beams and goes to Mia in a red dress.
Jones beams, hugs him and smiles.
And now I'm overcome with pain. I understand why he chose Mia. She's sunny, open, cheerful. And I'm afraid to let someone close to me, I hide behind my sarcasm and rudeness with a stupid confidence that someone like me cannot be loved. Apparently, I was destined to be alone. My mood and desire to meet Rowling have disappeared to hell, and I'm seriously thinking about running away from here. Go home, get drunk and play with a vibrator until the morning. Miracles don't happen, ugly ducklings remain ugly and rejected.
"Ana," Mia suddenly drags me into the hall, from where the sounds of a beautiful melody unknown to me are heard.
I enter there and see burning candles, pumpkins and sweets with the symbols of the faculties. A mysterious and enchanting entourage. I examine the interior and a smile appears on my lips.
"Miss Still, and I thought you only wore jeans and sneakers," I hear a velvety voice, and, oh shit, my lower stomach immediately becomes heavy.
I turn around in fear and see Christian, a cynical bastard, Gray. He is wearing a black tuxedo and a black bow tie. Hair is done to perfection, a smirk plays on his lips.
Well, I ve had a global crisis about this ball, because they let me come here dressed as a Gryffindor slut, I answer, and see his outstretched hand.
Do me the honor, Miss Still. I invite you to dance, Christian says, and bows his head slightly.
Me? Dance with him? Still, you're fucked. I have no choice, and I carefully place my hand in his warm palm.
"I'm a shitty dancer," I admit to him when his hand lands on my waist, where the scars are. I wince, but I don't tell him about it.
Christian confidently and at the same time gently leads me in the dance. His movements are so smooth, like a cat's. What's wrong with me? Why do I feel so needed and alive, why do I melt in his arms? Right now I feel like a beautiful swan, Hermione, who came to her first ball. I look into his eyes and my legs give way. I want to remember every second of this dance. To hell with it! I look at his thin lips and feel an obsessive desire to kiss them. I don't care what they think, I have nothing to lose.
"How are the owl and the cat doing?" Gray asks, leading the next step.
I'm right, he sent them to me. It's definitely not his style. Such a greedy and cynical businessman is not inclined to help girls like me. Well, unless he wants to drag them into bed.
Alive and happy. Thank you for them. Dad scolded, but Mom did not. Now I have someone to take care of, and someone to give this stupid love to, I say, swallowing tears.
Ana, why are you crying? Did I do something wrong? he gently brushes away my tears.
Christian's POV
Fuck, I definitely don't understand this girl. According to Alex's file, her mother died under mysterious circumstances and was a whore. At five, she was adopted by the Stills. She did not speak for a long time and avoided communication. Carla spent a lot of time and effort to adapt her to normal life. But I didn't think that such a cheeky and cynical person could cry.
"Nobody has ever given me such gifts. Nobody listened to me except my parents. They consider me an outcast, and in truth, that's true. You are the first one who made me smile and made my dreams come true," Ana says quietly and tenderly, and her eyes shine.
I would give anything to see their shine in my playroom. Take whatever you want, Still, take it all. But who the hell convinced her that she was inferior, that she was an outcast and a freak? What blind asshole came up with this? She is cheerful, bright, brilliant... Her friends love her. Her parents love her. What kind of monster undermined her self-esteem? My heart involuntarily squeezes at the thought that her biological mother convinced her of this. I am ready to dig up her grave and kill her again.
- Ana, you are not an outcast and not ugly. You are a very smart and beautiful girl, - I whisper and stroke her hair, - who came up with this nonsense?
Ana is silent. I see that there is a struggle going on inside her, that she is afraid to confess to me, but she wants to.
- My mother's pimp told me this. She never protected me from him. He beat me, burned me with cigarettes and once almost... - Still starts to tremble and I hug her.
I will kill this bastard! He does not deserve to live. Yes, I admit, I am not averse to mocking the weak and defenseless, but not children! I give them a quick and painless death. And this bastard will get what he deserves.