Chapter 1

"Ivory Richards!" My mom screamed out of annoyance, but I wasn't at all bothered. I just ignored her and kept flipping through the magazine that lay on my lap.

There was no way my mom would possibly make me wear a hideous skin tight dress and six inches stilettoes which would be further more accompanied by make-up. That was just too un-Ivory like. Nor was it humanely possible for me to survive in such an outfit for freaking 3-4 hours.

"You change your outfit right this moment." Mom instructed in a stern voice.

Grace Richards, aka, my mom was a sophisticated woman. Looks, status and bank balance mattered more to her than her own daughter. She looked stunning in her floor length Persian Blue strapless dress. Her make-up was done with perfection and her brunette hair- tied up in an elegant bun. Her accessories included her sapphire stoned necklace and earrings. She looked as pretty as she ever could. There was no doubt my mom would be flaunting herself away at the party, but I cared less. I was too comfortable in my dark blue jeans which I had paired with a loose white top with netted full sleeves and ankle length boots to change into something sophisticated like my mom wanted me to.

"No." I replied curtly. I didn't even bother looking up at my mother as I said that.

"Change or you'll face the consequences." It was my father who ordered me this time. I looked up at him. He stood next to my mom. He was wearing a black tuxedo with a white top beneath and a Persian Blue tie. He had maintained his figure and not let even an inch of tummy grow over the years. His expression was stern and meant strictly business.

"When don't I face consequences?" I asked rhetorically and snorted.

I heard my mom gasp at my answer. She probably thought I was being rude and impudent, but it wasn't the first time. I was always like this. Then why she acts surprised is something I'll never understand.

"You guys wanted me to come to that Asshole of a party, so here I am. Please don't expect anything more. You want to take me; this is how I'm coming. Rest is your wish." I explained truthfully. I wasn't about to dress up just to impress a bunch of sophisticated people whom I didn't even know.

"Language Young Lady!" Mom yelped. I chose to ignore and looked at my parents, waiting for their verdict on whether they are going to take me or not.

I saw my dad glare at me and mom look at me in disgust and helplessness. Neither of their looks had any effect on me.

"People will laugh at you." My dad stated.

I shrugged and said, "I don't care what they say,"

"Lord Heavens! You're going to be the reason of my madness someday!" Mom exclaimed dramatically. I simply found that amusing.

"Am I not already?" I asked sweetly and batted my eyelashes.

Horrified looks covered my parent's faces. They probably never expected that I would say something such as that.

"Ivory Richards!" Dad yelled and glared at me. I just rolled my eyes and went back to the magazine that lay on my lap.

I heard my parents mutter something to each other. Their voices weren't loud enough for me to hear, but hell, their thoughts were the last ones I needed to know. And I knew they were probably discussing what to do with me.

After a few moments, my dad said, "Alright, since we are already late, you can come in that atrocious outfit of yours and make a fool of yourself."

He just walked out of the house after saying that. My mom followed him. She didn't even bother giving me a glance.

I sighed and got up from the couch and headed outside towards our BMW. I really didn't want to go the party tonight. That's why I had chosen to wear such a casual outfit. I thought maybe when I didn't change my clothes, they would leave me here and go alone, but that obviously didn't happen.

If you are thinking what would my outfit be incase I did want to go the party, it would have been exactly what I'm wearing right now. I wouldn't have worn a hideous dress and make myself look like a fool.

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Classy, posh parties are just as bore as I always imagine them to be. The music in the background was soft and slow. You couldn't even dance to those beats properly. Everyone was busy chattering away and showing off their accessories and dresses, gossiping and drinking only the best champagne and wine.

Watching Soap Opera's would be better than this and that's saying something.

This party was organized by the Kingsley family. I didn't specifically know who they were. I might have heard their name here and there and that's all. I didn't even know how they looked to start with. Well, I didn't know majority of the people in this party. I was more or less an alien in this deranged party.

The hall in which the party was being held was decorated elegantly and sophisticatedly. There were rich creamed coloured curtains hung by the walls and fresh Orchids, Roses and Carnations decorating the pillars and empty spaces of the wall. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling that brightened up the hall. Tables and chairs were placed all over the hall, so that people could sit and eat food or feign to eat. Looking at everyone's figure and then at the cheesy, fatty food that was being served, I doubted anyone would eat.

The cheesy fatty food was the only thing that kept me interested. Never in a million years would mom cook such delicious food at home, considering how much of health conscious freak she was. So I considered this as the best opportunity to hog as much as food as possible.

So there I was, sitting by the table all alone with a plate filled with Pizza, noodles, deserts, chicken, pasta, rice and a few more things I didn't know the names of. My plate was overloaded with food. People who passed by me gave me crazy looks but I just shrugged them off. I mean who would be stupid enough to miss such delicious food?

"Ivory Richards?" An unknown unsure voice called me. I looked away from my plate of delicious food reluctantly and my gaze met up with a young blonde haired male in a tuxedo. He seemed of my age. He was slightly muscled and stood at a pretty good height of about 5'11ft. He was good looking, but I figured him as an innocent, sweet and non-rebellious guy. These characteristics only ring one thing in my mind - dreary and lifeless.

"The one and only," I replied monotonously.

"It really is you! I can't believe this." He exclaimed like a little girl would when she gets the toy she'd badly wanted.

"Oh really? I thought some ghost had possessed me," I said dryly and took a sip of the champagne from the glass in front of me.

A sly smile took over his lips as he chuckled at my response. I turned my attention away from him and continued eating my food.

"May I sit down?" He asked politely and waited for me to say something. I eyed him up and down and gave away a weird look and asked, "Does it look I own the chair?"

He chuckled again.

I wasn't aware that I had said something funny. I just raised my eyebrow at him and watched him take a seat in one of the empty chairs next to me.

"I'm Charles Kingsley." He introduced himself with a smile and stuck his hand out to shake.

I just looked at him and nodded. I wasn't going to shake his hand. When he realized that he took his hand back. He was probably feeling awkward, but I didn't care. I didn't ask him to come and sit next to me.

"Okay." I replied curtly. He knew my name, so there wasn't any need to introduce myself to him either.

He stared at me and kept smiling. Honestly that crept me out. He wasn't saying anything; he just stared like a love struck person.

"Is there anything you wanted to ask me?" I asked him. I needed to get rid of this stalker-ish person soon. Firstly he looked dull and lifeless and secondly he was just staring at me like I was some goddess. Could he probably get any more creepy?

"You are exactly the way everyone describes you. I'm glad I met you." He said grinning.

I just gave him an unsure look. Creep Alert Activated. I faked smiled at him and nodded slightly.

"You are really beautiful and blunt and rude." He said smiling brightly.

Was he complimenting me or insulting me? Not that his words or thoughts mattered to me.

"I'm glad I didn't disappoint you." I replied sarcastically and faked smiled at him again.

"You are just too cool," He complimented again.

I just nodded my head at him, letting him know I had acknowledged his comment and dragged my attention back to food that lay in front of me. Yup that was definitely a better distraction.

"I have heard that you give free blow jobs, would you mind giving me one?" He asked curiously. My head snapped towards him at the speed of lightening, once his question registered my mind.

"What?!" I asked incredulously and gave him 'Have you lost your mind?!' look.

I sure was known for doing crazy things, causing problems and playing pranks, but I definitely never got involved with anyone sexually. Just because I dressed up like a hipster didn't mean I was a slut. Gosh! People really needed to pull their shit together.

Bloody Rumors!

"Will you give me one, please?" He begged.

I gave him a disgusted look. Offended by his horrific words, I knew I had to give him a piece of my mind.

"You bloody asshole! Just because I'm known for non good things doesn't mean I'm a slut! Don't you dare show me your face again." I said in my most deathliest voice. It was bound to scare people, especially when I add my deathly glares along with it.

I didn't wait for his reply. I didn't need to know it either. Hell I would probably punch the living daylights out of him if I'd heard his voice or see his face any longer.

I walked around, noticing people around me, hoping to find at least one familiar person to chat with. I did not have lots of friends since I found it easier to make enemies than friends.

After about five minutes of roaming around, I recognized a petite dirty blonde haired girl in the crowd. She was talking to some of her friends. I kind of recognized them. I didn't know their names but I had seen them around a couple of times.

I walked over towards the petite dirty blonde haired girl and called out happily, "Barbie!"

She turned around, when her gaze met mine, I heard her sigh. While my smile just grew.

"Look the Drag Queen is finally here." Barbie said distastefully. Her friends snickered behind her, like it mattered to me.

"Well I couldn't let you be by yourself, seeing you could murder anyone who is wearing a better dress than you." I said feigning concern and smirked.

"Haha, it was so funny that I forgot to laugh." Barbie countered back drily.

Barbie, a.k.a. Nicole Howards was my frenemy. She was everything that my mom wanted me to be. Well mannered, wear dresses that make you look elegant and like a girl, not a drag queen. Not leave your house without wearing at least some kind of heels. Well, I simply can't be that way. I would be better off being dead than walk in stilettoes.

"That really is sad, Barbie." I said making my tone sound sad and pouted.

She gave me a weird look and asked, "What's sad?"

"Hello! You forgot how to laugh! That's just horrible!" I said dramatically, that made Barbie roll her eyes. She was used to me acting stupid and make fun of her.

Our parents being really close friends, we had to hang out with each other a lot, but we never got along together because of our differences. We always insulted each other, but neither of us ever took it to heart. We were never offended by each other's words.

Barbie rolled her eyes and said, "Stop acting so immature Ivory!

"Please, don't start acting like my mom now," I countered back.

She ignored my comment and gave me an evil eye. I simply smirked. She was getting annoyed. What could be better than that?

"Where did pick your outfit from? Trash?" I asked innocently as I eyed her baby pink strapless silk dress which stopped just above her knees. She had paired it with baby pink stilettoes. She might have looked pretty but I wasn't about to compliment her.

Barbie glared at me and shot back, "At least I picked it from trash, but you had to borrow it from a beggar!"

"Hey! A Rich beggar, seeing I'm not wearing ripped jeans today!" I replied grinning proudly.

Barbie rolled her eyes and mumbled, "Hysterical."

She looked at someone behind me, her face lit up and she smiled. Curious to know who she is smiling at, I looked back. I instantly regretted it.

Charles Kingsley.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked rudely and irritated. I think I had already told this shit-hole of a person to stay away from me.

"Ivory! Behave!" Barbie screeched horrified. Her voice resembled so much to that of my mom. It was annoying.

I looked at her and gave her a weird confused look. She wanted me to behave properly with a guy who just about fifteen minutes ago asked me if I could give him a blow job.

"Hell no! He is such a pimp!" I explained and looked at Charles Kingsley with distaste.

"Ivory, please be quiet." Barbie hissed from next to me and gave me a deathly glare.

I simply ignored it. When I noticed that Charles still stood fixated to his place and watched us with an amused smile, I got angry.

"What the fuck are you still doing here?! Do you want me to beat you up?" I hissed and glared at him. My fists clenched at my sides, as his smug expression didn't change.

"Ivory! That's enough! That's my boyfriend! You can't talk to him like that." Nicole said angrily and stepped in between both of us.

I gave her a blank look. That man-whore was her boyfriend? Wow. This world is seriously taking some leaps downwards.

"Wow, you found yourself a rather interesting Ken. He seems more interested in getting sexually pleasured by other girls rather than his own girlfriend." I commented tauntingly, looking at them. Barbie shot me a glare whereas Charles stood unsure as to what to say.

"Back off Ivory, he is a good guy and please do not make up pathetic stories." She defended her so called 'ken'.

She obviously thought I was kidding around as usual when I commented on Charles Kingsley being a whore and cheating on his girlfriend. I didn't blame her for that though. I had a tendency to joke around a lot and people usually never understood whether I was being truthful or sarcastic.

I scoffed at her words. "Charles Kingsley is a man-whore." I stated. I didn't care whether she believed me or not. I had said what I had to. That was enough for me. I wasn't even going to tell her what her boyfriend had asked me about 15 minutes ago, because Nicole would never believe my words.

"Ivory! Apologize to the young man!" Mom's horror struck voice echoed in my ears. I turned around to look at my mom. She was fuming with anger and at the same time she looked like she had seen a ghost.

"Mom, I'm not apologizing for anything." I stated bluntly. There was no way I was going to apologize to Charlie Kingsley. Whatever I said was true.

"This is no way to behave with anyone Ivory Richards. Apologize." Mom said sternly and glared at me.

I shook my head in denial and said, "No."

"Let's not make a scene here ok? Say sorry to the young man and then we are leaving." Mom commanded in her deathly voice, but it honestly had no effect on me. That voice and those glares had become so cliché that it hardly made any difference to me.

I just rolled my eyes and looked at Charles Kingsley; he simply had an amused expression on his face as he watched me and my mom's banter. That smile on his face clearly annoyed me. So without thinking for another moment, I did what I thought was accurate. I slapped him. Yes, I slapped him. That caught everyone off guard. Nicole's jaw had touched the ground. Charles just looked bewildered and was probably still processing what just happened. I could hear my mom's horrific gasp. I had captured attention of some bystanders too.

People around were giving us weird and shocked looks. That pissed me off even more. What was going on here wasn't their business.

"What are you people looking at? Scoot away there's nothing going on here!" I yelled at the bystanders. As soon as the words left my mouth, everyone started scattering away; probably scared I'll beat them up too.

Suddenly I felt a tug at my arm which turned me around and brought me face to face with very pissed off mom. Suddenly I felt my left cheek sting.

After about a few seconds I realized that my mom had slapped me.

I looked at her in disbelief. My mom had never slapped me. But she just did. I simply felt broken. How could she slap me? I didn't do anything wrong!

"I had enough of your non sense Ivory. You have crossed your limit now. I didn't raise such a disrespectful lady." My mom said. Disappointment and anger dripped from her voice.

I felt eyes sting and tears form in them. I tried my best to not cry in front of my mom. In front of all this preppy, status concerned people.

I scoffed at my mom's words and said curtly, "This is exactly the kind of lady you have raised."

My words might have been harsh but it held truth. My parent's were hardly around while I grew up. I did see them on daily basis but I didn't know anything about them. They were way too busy in their own worlds to notice that they had a daughter. I'm sure as hell they don't know anything about me either apart from my name and how 'disrespectful' I was. I was done being a good girl when I realized that no matter what I do, they'll never notice me. So I stopped taking any efforts I previously did to impress my parents.

I could feel rage and anger radiating from my mom but I cared less. She deserved to know what I felt.

"Ivory..." I heard Nicole say unsurely.

I simply ignored it.

I didn't want to be surrounded by swallow people. I was better off without them in my life. I took a good look at everyone's shocked and disturbed expressions and just walked out of the party.

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