THIS IS MY FIRST STORY I WROTE ON HERE! This was honestly the first book I've ever written so with that said there is going to be mistakes. Plot holes, grammar issues, characters acting stupid/childish, etc. I will tell you the first few chapters aren't the greatest but once you get further in it does get better. Just bare with it!!

Sorry tried to put a picture of Layla's dress but it won't let me, so look up Flirt Prom on google and its the one described below OR someone has posted a link in the comments! 

And I put a song on the side. Yes its from Frozen. 

*Edited!! By the way thank you so much @babedirectionerxx for helping me edit this story!! 

NO HATEFUL COMMENTS OR SPOILERS! IF I SEE THEM I WILL DELETE THEM! NEW READERS DON'T WANT TO READ WHAT HAPPENS AT THE END! AND DON'T BE RUDE TO ANYONE EITHER, EVERYONE IS ENTITLED TO THEIR OWN OPINIONS.

Happy Reading! 

Layla's POV

"Layla! Come on you have to come!" My best friend, Kacey Simms, said next me as we walked down the street towards our apartment.

Kacey was beautiful and if she wasn't my best friend I would be jealous of her. She had semi long raven colored hair that framed her face, light blue eyes and an oval face making her look like an angel. Kacey was only 5'3 and 110 pounds at the most.

Her and I have been friends since freshmen year of high school. She was new and when I walked into my first class she immediately came up to me and said "We will be best friends!" and we have ever since. We are total opposites though, Kacey is from a rich family, however I've come from a poor, dysfunctional, family.

Kacey, though, has never rubbed her wealth in my face and neither has her parents. You would think a family with a lot of money would be rude and stuck up, but hers wasn't. They had to be the nicest people I've ever met. They have become my own parents when mine haven't been. If it hadn't been for Kacey and her parents, I wouldn't be where or who I was today.

"Are you even listening to me?" Kacey's voice asked bringing me out of my thoughts.

"What was that?" I asked.

"I said you need to come to the party tonight."

"Kay I can't go, you know that." I said sighing. She's been asking me to go to some classy club with her for weeks now.

"Yes you can and you will. There are going to tons of people there and hot guys. Plus, it's a great way to end the weekend!" She said as we arrived to the doors of our apartment building.

"I don't need to see any hot guys." I protested.

"Oh really? Layla you have not had a date in over 5 months and that one you had sucked. Please, you owe me!"

I groaned knowing she isn't going to give up. When she wants something she is sure to get it. I opened our apartment door and pushed through. Kacey followed behind me still trying to convince me to go. I loved her to death but sometimes, I really want to put a pillow over her head. It was hard to say no to her when she gave me puppy dog eyes or when she pleaded to me non-stop.

"Please please please?? It's tonight and I know you don't have work tonight." She said taking off her shoes. I put my phone down and kicked off my shoes. I tried to block out her talking but knowing she wouldn't stop I turned to her.

"Fine! I'll go!" I said not wanting to hear about it anymore.

"Layla you have--Wait you said yes?! Yay!" She said yelling and jumping up and down. "We are going to have a blast! And I already have the perfect outfit picked out for you!" I just shook my head at her and went to sit on the couch.

Our apartment wasn't huge but was a pretty good size. Kacey's parents payed for it no matter how many times I told them I would pay half. There were 2 rooms, 2 bathrooms, a kitchen and a living room. Both of us have decorated it making it more homey. If it were possible, I would stay here forever and never leave. I wasn't home very much for I worked long hours, but when I was home, I only wore pyjamas and never left.

My job wasn't the best nor the worse. I worked as a waitress in a Café on the other side of the bridge. It was an okay job and if I had the opportunity I would leave.

Our home was New York City. Yes, the busiest city in the world. We both grew up about half an hour away from the city, and when we got accepted into NYU together, we packed up our things and moved to the Big Apple. At first it was hard adjusting to the busy life the city offered but now four and a half years later, it was my home. I loved it here and I knew I wouldn't ever leave.

College was a pretty good 4 years of my life but now that I am out I wish I had chosen a different major. If I had only known that places didn't want to hire English majors or that there wouldn't be any jobs for it, I would have chosen something totally different; that of course is how I ended up as a waitress. I was suddenly brought out of my thoughts as Kacey walked back into the room carrying a dress in her arms.

"Let's get ready!" She yelled.

"Kacey we don't have to leave for another hour and a half. And why is it so early?" I said staring at her from the couch. I was way too comfortable to get up.

"We have to get dressed, do our hair and makeup! We are going earlier because Teddy got us in and there's less people when we arrive earlier." She said coming over to me. "Let's go." She grabbed my arm and pulled me up. For a small girl she was strong. I stumbled against her but before I could escape, I was pulled towards her bedroom.

"This is your dress." She said handing me the dress. I looked down at it and it was gorgeous. It was a pretty nude short dress.  I looked up at Kacey.

"Where did you get this?" I asked awed by it.

"Had it in my closet." She shrugged casually.

Don't ask me why she just had a dress like this sitting around her closest. Kacey had a small problem when it came to shopping. If something caught her eye she would buy it even if she never had a place where she could wear it. Her closet was jam packed with clothes and she still went out and bought more. Of course that wasn't a problem when she made pretty good money and her parents were rich.

"I can't wear this." I pushed it back towards Kacey. No way can I wear something so gorgeous.

"Yes, now put it on." She urged at me. I looked towards the bathroom and walked towards it. "Where are you going?"

"To put it on." I said, confused.

"Layla I've seen you naked thousands of times. Put it on here." I stared at her but ended up complying. What she said was true, we've seen each other at our best and worse times, and naked times as well.

After taking off of my clothes I slipped into the dress and turned for Kacey to zip me up. The dress fit like a glove. Turning to the mirror I gasped at myself. It didn't even look like me. Even though my hair was still in a ponytail, I looked good I must admit. The dress made my skin looked more tan then it already was.

"You look great already!" Kacey said behind me. I smiled at my reflection then looked over at Kacey. I must have been staring at myself longer then I thought cause when I turned around she was already dressed in a tight fitting red dress that showed all her curves and quite a bit of cleavage. It came mid thigh and she topped it off with a pair of Louboutin high heels.

"Kay, you look sexy." I said grinning at her. "Are you sure the guys will be all over me?"

"Can't have you hogging them all. Got to do something to make them see me over you."

"Yeah right."

"Lay, we need to get your makeup done." I made my way over to the chair she had sitting before her mirror.

I sat quietly as Kacey did her work. She always insisted on doing my makeup which was good because I'm not the best with it, I usually just bypass it. A few minutes later she was done but then she started work on my hair. I don't know how long I sat there before she was finally finished with me.

"All done." She said proudly. I smiled and looked in the mirror. My jaw instantly dropped. She didn't do much just added a little bit to make it look natural. She had put on a bronze eyeshadow to match my dress and she put enough mascara on to make my grey eyes pop out. My brown hair was simply curled which framed my face. You could tell that she was a fashion major. Kacey had majored in fashion and was luckily given a job at Vogue designing the clothing line. She was amazing and could do whatever she put her mind too.

"I look great Kay." I said smiling in thanks. She handed me a pair of nude heels. Luckily we were the same size foot and I could wear her shoes.

"Wear these." Was all she said. They were higher than any other heel I've ever worn but I took them."You're welcome. Now move your pretty ass. I need to get ready too." She said shooing me out of the way. Shaking my head at her I stood up. "Go get your things ready we need to leave in just a few minutes. And don't you dare ruin your outfit, hair or makeup or I will kill you." She warned me. I saluted her and left the room.

As I got a cute bag out and put the usual stuff you need; extra lipgloss, gum, phone, some money but not too much, ID, and keys to the apartment. Kacey's voice echoed across the hall a few minutes later telling me it's time to go. Slipping on the heels I took one last look in the mirror took a deep breath and left my room.

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Ashton's POV

I looked down at my cellphone and saw I had 30 minutes before I had to leave. I went to my closet and picked out something to wear. The only reason I was going to this dumbass club was my friend, Nick, is making me go. I wasn't in the mood to go but I finally gave in and decided to go, but just for a few minutes. I had work to finish before tomorrow. You could say I am a workaholic, but having to run a million dollar company makes you that way. If you want to stay at the top then you have to work hard to get and stay there.

Tugging on a pair of black dress pants, I grabbed a white button down dress shirt and rolled up the sleeves. I left a few buttons open and went over to grab my dress shoes. I dried my hair in its usual semi messy style. Smirking at myself in the mirror I grabbed my keys and phone then left out the door.

Sliding inside the limo I leaned back and waited to arrive at the club/bar. The only good thing about going to this club is finding a hot girl to take home. My phone then started ringing and I answered it.

"What!" I snapped.

"Sir, there has been a situation." One of my advisors said into the phone.

"What situation!?" I asked my eyes narrowing. If he was here he would be squirming in the chair.

"Some files have gone missing and we have Watson coming over tomorrow." He said.

"I'm busy take care of it, now!" I yelled and hung up. Idiots.

Seconds later the limo came to a stop in front of the club. Clark, my body guard/driver, came around and opened my door. Clark has known me for a long time and I trusted him. He was my fathers BG and driver before he became mine. Nodding in thanks I slid out of the car. Thankfully there were no cameras here and I could peacefully walk inside. Immediately, I was ushered in and shown to a private section where Nick was at already.

"You look great man!" He yelled over the music at me. Wanting to stay a tad casual I left my suit jacket at home. I simply nodded at him and looked around the room. It was dark and music blared through the speakers making it almost hard to talk. "Have a seat Ash." Nick said moving to sit on the black couch.

Nick and I have been friends since high school. He's the only one that knows everything about me. After college, I took over the business for my father while Nick invented new a technology. We both have become very successful--I may be more--but we were both two of the most eligible bachelors in New York City. We have stuck by each other's side and even though we get pissed at each other, he was like my brother.

I took a seat on the couch just as a hot waitress came over to me with a glass of scotch. Looking her up and down I smirked at her and took the scotch. Her breasts seemed to be barely contained inside the material of her shirt and a very small, tight skirt. The waitress sent me a flirty smile and swayed her hips as she walked away.

"Man you always have the girls eating out of your hand." Nick said shaking his head at me while taking a pull of his beer.

"It's my amazing looks and charms." I said grinning. You could say Nick and I were womanizers, me more than him. I use women and I didn't care, they know what they are getting into when they come and flirt with me. So mostly it was their fault, not mine.

"No, I just think they feel sorry for how ugly your face is." He joked. I gave him a look as in please but all he did was chuckle. We sat there staring out over the club and sipping our drinks. My eyes scanned the crowd and came to stop when I noticed a beautiful brunette stepping through the door.

My eyes narrowed as I stared at her. Her brown hair fell around her shoulders and back in light curls, her white and gold dress swirled around her but also hugged her curves. I knew underneath that dress were legs that went on for miles. She was standing next to a short but pretty dark haired girl in a tight red dress. My eyes scanned over her but they instantly went back to the brunette. I watched her as she made her way to the bar with her friend. Something about the way she walked and held herself I could tell this wasn't her usual scene and that she didn't feel comfortable. I could see her eyes glance around almost nervously like she felt like she didn't belong.

I sat there staring at her getting lost in her beauty. From one glance I knew she didn't know she was beautiful at all. All the men around her couldn't take their eyes off of her, me included. As I sat staring at her the waitress came back with more drinks. She tried getting my attention by sticking her breasts in my face and looking at me seductively but I ignored her and stared at the girl. The waitress finally gave up and turned away with a huff. Something about her drew me in. I stood up and finished my scotch.

"Ashton, where are you going?" Nick asked me.

"I'll be back in a few minutes." Was all I said as I left the private area and made my over to the brown haired cutie.

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Layla's POV

The moment we stepped into the club I felt out of place. I followed behind Kacey feeling uncomfortable in my dress even though compared to half the girls I wasn't showing half as much skin. Even the waitresses wore skimpy clothes. Ew, I'm glad I don't work here. I thought. But then I do have to wear short pants and a tight blouse to work so maybe it wasn't any different. Kacey walked over to the bar and I trailed behind her. If I stick by her I'll be fine. I told myself.

"Layla what do you want to drink?" Kacey said into my ear.

"Just water!" I yelled back at her over the music.

"No, you're drinking something. Layla you're 23, live a little!" She yelled at me. I looked at her but she kept staring at me. For someone so small and innocent looking she packed a mean stare. Groaning I turned to the bartender.

"Do you have any good beer?" I asked loudly. The bartender was a pretty young cute guy. He looked surprised but went about finding me something.

I wasn't much of a drinker but when I do I don't go for cocktails. The bartender sat a beer bottle in front of me with a no label. He gave me a wink then went to accommodate the others. I took a sip and then looked at it approvingly. It was good. As I turned I ran straight into something hard. I almost stumbled back but a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist. I looked up and saw a pair of stunning blue eyes staring down at me.

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Hey!! So this is my new story. I know this chapter isn't the best but I swear it will get better. Just stay in there. And I'm sorry if Ashton's POV is bad I'm not good with guy POV's but I will get better I promise. I hope you guys in enjoy it enough to keep reading :)

Please READ, COMMENT, and VOTE!

And if anyone can help me with a cover it would mean a lot!!!!! I suck at those kind of things.

-Ken