We broke the kiss as Dylan pulled away, standing up and regaining his composure.

"Um, the door" He laughed and headed towards the door, sprinted actually and left me wondering what had happened.

There wasn't much to think about besides the fact he kissed me and I reciprocated.

Wait, is this normal?

I mean, it felt great, amazing even, but I couldn't understand how I felt precisely. Yes, I was surprised but it wasn't just surprise, I felt different.

The good kinda different.

"Mr King" The person repeated, giving the door a gentle knock. Dylan pulled open the door, revealing a woman I guessed to be the secretary.

She was pretty slim, almost like she didn't eat a thing. She could pass as a swimsuit model or any model at all. It made me feel chubby by comparison.

Her hair was in cornrows and so long, it reached her thighs. Her skin was dark, smooth and glowing with her dark eyes bouncing every where till they got to mine and stopped.

Cassandra couldn't be as pretty as she was.

"The next room is ready, just like you instructed"

"Thanks Stacy"

"And the party starts in two hours fifteen minutes. I'll be downstairs if you need me"

"Yeah thanks"

Dylan slammed the door shut after their extremely short conversation and poof, awkwardness filled the room.

He was by the door staring at me and I, smiling like an idiot "Um" I laughed "It's just a stupid kiss I guess"

He laughed in reply, took his bags and once again, sprinted out.

Weird.

🦋. 🦋. 🦋. 🦋. 🦋

After two hours of makeover, I was a totally different person.

My hair was was in large curls and fell to my shoulders. After applying oils and stuff, it was dark, shiny and bounced as I walked.

Thanks to Tiktok that is.

With no one's assistance, it took quite a lot of time to style it to perfection. The girls in the videos made it look so easy, I felt I could do the magic in a minute or two. I made a lot of mistakes and had to start all over again.

Thanks to YouTube, my make up was perfect. I went for a badass look and applied dark eyeshadow over my eyelids and black lipstick on my lips.

It made it look even fuller than it was naturally and no, I didn't make any mistakes.

I wore a black tutleneck dress with long sleeves and delicately designed with shiny beads. It was tight around my body and hugged me like a second skin but no so bad I wouldn't be able to eat.

I wore silver stiletto heels, matching purse and at the end, I looked really good.

Looks so easy but happened for two hours.

I got downstairs five minutes late where Dylan had been waiting patiently for me.

He was in a black tux and matching black tie with black shoes adorning his feet and his hair styled to perfection. It was something far different from his normal casual clothes and messy hair.

Looking at us both, we didn't look like we were seventeen.

No one said a word as we walked towards the limo.

Once we were in, it got even more awkward than before. We were both next to each other, I with my fingers playing with my dress and him, staring out the window.

If IT didn't happen, we would've been arguing or talking about rocks or making each other feel stupid.

You know, what normal people do.

First, I wasn't going to let whatever it was between us to ruin the evening. I mean, I spent six hours in a jet and had to face the shame of Dylan seeing me in my favorite Mickey Mouse underwear, then I had to spend long hours listening to rocks.

Second, I hated the tension in the air. Literally, it was choking.

"Dylan?" I paused "Aren't we gonna talk about it?"

"Talk about what?"

"I don't know, what happened up there. The kiss maybe?"

"It was just a kiss cupcake. I would've done that to any girl"

Just a kiss.

He would've done that to any girl.

I was any girl.

"J_just a kiss?"

"Yeah. I kiss you, you kiss me. There's nothing so important about it, Cupcake"

Nothing so important about it but it felt like it took a large chunk of my feelings.

I should've expected it.

There's nothing more to a high school playboy than using girls and hurting their feelings. Unfortunately, I had to be one of the victims.

It felt so real, almost like he showed his emotions or something, it didn't feel it was just a kiss.

But it was.

The feelings were just from me, he didn't reciprocate.

Yet it felt like his life depended on it.

I thought we had a thing going on between us. It was faint at the beginning but it grew as we got closer but thinking of it, what the hell was I thinking?

He had Cassandra and Stacy and a lot of hot girls that were not losers like I was and he used them for the fun of it.

And I thought mine could be different.

I hoped for him to turn and tell me he was just kidding but he didn't have the tiniest bit of concern as he tapped away on his phone.

Looking through the tinted glass, I tried to take my mind off it but it felt like trying to forget about the ground while walking on it. My efforts were completely useless.

I felt the pain deep in me and tears threatening to fall but the truth was, I'd been through a lot worse and Dylan wasn't anything compared to it

It just felt worse for a reason I wasn't quite sure of.

All I wanted was to crouch down and cry my eyeballs out but I couldn't. If he noticed a tear drop, it could lead to something I wouldn't want to talk about, most probably make me feel worse than I already felt and possibly make me cry harder.

But to him, it would be the dumbest thing on the planet.

Like what were you thinking? For you and I to date or something? It was just a dumb kiss Cupcake, there's nothing so important about it. I've kissed way hotter girls, celebrities even, you're just a hopeless girl living in the same house as I am. What makes you feel so important?

Then we would have to take a turn and catch the next flight home cause my emotions would be all over the place.

The vehicle came to a halt before I knew it.

At the corner of my eye, I saw Dylan extend his hand but I chose to ignore it and opened the door myself.

I stepped out of the limo, my heels hitting the ground with a loud click. The temperature was a lot different from the one in the car due to the air conditioner. It wasn't as hot as earlier cause the sun was no where in sight and the skies were a lot darker.

Taking a look at the building behind me, I gaped at the sight of the tall building.

Eko hotel and suits.

"Come on, Cupcake. The party isn't gonna happen here"

With a deep breath, I walked around the limo towards him and before I could move forward, he held unto my hand.

His palm felt warm and soft but all I wanted to do was to yank it out and yell at him.

Once again, I couldn't do it.

Dylan led us to the entrance where we met a couple of men in suits. They led us inside the building even through we really didn't need their help.

The inside was extremely beautiful, filled with bright lights, they blided me. Everything was fancy, from the chandeliers to the smallest cutlery. People were sitted around tables, chatting, laughing and definitely living the life I wasn't.

They were all dressed in beautiful dresses and amazing hair styles. Some of which were the ones I was familiar with and some in clothes and styles I'd never seen before.

I loved it.

"Mr King"

I turned to face the bald man chubby man I didn't notice was there till he spoke up. He was dressed in beautiful shiny lace with numerous patterns and designs on it.

It had a shiny appearance with the lights on it, making it look like the jewels were tiny light bulbs.

"Nice to meet you sir" Dylan said, shaking hands with him.

"Thanks for coming. I hope you didn't have any trouble coming here"

"And who is this beauty over here?" He asked, referring to me with a dashing smile on his face. Faking it, I gave him a bright smile in appreciation for his complement.

"This is Cupc_"

"Diana. Diana Kent"

"It's nice to meet you Miss Diana, call me Ayo"

"Pleasure meeting you Mr Ayo"

"The pleasure is mine" He laughed "Thanks for coming"

That was the last thing he said before leaving Dylan and I to be led to our table. While we were walking in between numerous people, I pulled my hand out of his.

I couldn't take it.

He didn't notice it either. All he did was to stare at the sight before him, probably as amazed as I would be if he had not ruined my day.

We took a seat around the table reserved for the Mr King and for the first few seconds, I had my eyes roaming round the place.

"I bet you can't wait to eat their food"

Wow, the way he was so normal and didn't notice the change in my mood.

"Yeah"

For the first time in history, I didn't have an appetite.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

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