"Do you have anything in this stupid place in which I don't look this fat?" She was almost on the verge of screaming.

She was wearing a big white gown with work of glitters and crystals at the top and a long white trail.

Her baby bump was very much evident though.

"Mam, you are pregnant, there is nothing we can do to make you look thin, except you do the wedding after the delivery." The women who was showing her the dresses was still calm though.

If I was on her place, I would have already shown her the exit door, but this women has got some patience.

I think she is very much used to customers like her, arrogant, stubborn and full of tantrums.

"Don't you tell me what to do, I will have the wedding when I want, you are no one to give me your worthless opinions." She said to her.

The sales women was now angry. She closed her eyes for a mere second and then took a deep breath. May be counting to ten or something because I saw her lips moving. She opened her eyes and very calmly told my about to pop mother.

"Perhaps, we don't have what you are looking for mam. You can look in other stores because, we won't tolerate such disrespectful behaviour. And you can leave the dress in the changing room. Thank you." And then she left.

I was trying to control my laughter, but it was pretty hard.

My mother's eyes were wide open and the lines on her forehead were telling me that she is very angry. She went inside the changing room with a huff as she tried gathering the long tail of the dress and fit it into the small room before banging the door hard shut.

Me, on the other hand was trying hard to breathe which was already difficult because of the corset of a dress I am wearing right now and it was even more of a task now due to the whole laughing and controlling.

Yes, I am still wearing that filthy tight dress of Jasmine.

I thought as soon as I'll get home, I'll go to my room and peel this dress of off me. But no, the minute Hunter dropped me out of my house, kissing my cheek, which I am still getting goosebumps about, I don't think I will ever get used to him kissing me, I was still fighting with the butterflies in my tummy and I was totally losing.

Another car stopped just in front of me, scaring the hell out of me in the process. For a moment I thought it's a kidnapper. But a Kidnapper normally doesn't show in a black Mercedes.

I really wished it was some stranger asking for some address but the back window of the Mercedes rolled down, telling me that it's no stranger.

It's my mother and she wants me to join her for her wedding dress shopping and apparently I am her maid of honour now, about which I had no idea for like two hours ago.

And I don't think Damien also knows that he is the ring bearer. This is going to be fun.

Note the sarcasm -_-

I am going to my Mother's wedding whose pregnant for about 8 months and who I didn't saw for an year and a half.

I am suddenly the daughter she loves the most. I don't even remember her Fiancé's name. Jake was it?

And I am in a dress that is clearly sucking me up like an anaconda with each breath I take.

Just perfect.

She didn't even let me change, her first comment after seeing me was,"Isn't that dress a little too revealing for school? But you have got good choice in clothes Daniella. It will help a lot in the dress selection."

It will not help you in anything. The dress is not mine.

I wanted to scream that and run off in my house. But I couldn't.

I know if I said even a word, she will climb up on my head with her pregnancy harmones. So I remained shut and came with her to the wedding so-called-dress shopping without any arguments.

This was our third store and mom's attitude is getting worse with each stop, I don't know what her problem is?

I mean it won't hurt to talk to someone nicely for once. She treats everyone, even me, as her servant.

Yeah Shocker, right?

And the most pathetic thing of all, is that she thinks it's the dress's fault to make her look fat.

Well hello?

You have been knocked up.

Alright? It's not the dress's fault. It's your Fiancé's fault. I mean, you are this rich and you can't even afford a good quality protection?

Grandma told me the condom broke.

And coming with her was a disaster in itself, it's almost eight and I haven't eaten anything since lunch.

I miss Nutella.

I am sitting in her car with her on my side and she, as always on her phone looking onto some jewellery or some fashion site. Never even tried to make a single talk. Not even a 'How are you Darling?'

I Miss Martha.

I can't go into another mansion looking store and let her try every single one of the dress and rejecting them with the same issue.

I just can't.

"Mom? I have an assignment due tomorrow. I have to go home now." I said looking at her, if she knew me at all she would know how desperate my face looks right now, but she doesn't.

She looked at me, I know she is pissed by what that sales women said to her earlier and I know well she has a habit of releasing her anger somewhere else or on someone else.

She looked up to the driver,"Charles, remember that small house on fifth? Yeah drop her there."

Small house?

Lady, I am really not liking you right now.

I have never been this angry in my entire life. What the hell is her problem? Our house is not small at all, may be it's a little smaller then her businessman fiancé's playboy mansion but it's fairly spacious.

The car finally stopped and I looked out of the window to my decent size house. I quickly opened the door and went out but just before closing the door, I turned around, "You know what makes this small house the best? The love and bonding we all share with each other. The care, talking to someone when I feel scared or alone. Does your big house gives you all of that? I guess not, bye Mother."

And I turned around flowing the dress and my hair in the process and marched inside my house.

I am proud.

I am Happy.

And I totally forget, everyone will be home by now.

Fudge!

..............................................

So I am standing in front of the main door. There's some half cooked food on the floor. Martha was staring at me from right across the table with a spatula in her hand.

My almost pink dog is just looking at me wiggling his tail.

My brother is on the sofa calling god knows who.

My father went upstairs to bring my glasses so that I could look somewhat nerdy. But he doesn't know they are in my bag.

"So it was Jasmine?" Uh-oh. It was my brother and I could tell he does not seem happy.

I looked at him.

Yup. He is angry.

"Damien it's fine-"

"I am going to kill her." There he goes.

"Hey it's fine. Hunter,Kyle and Brody took care of her. She won't bother me again."

"Hunter? You guys have been hanging out a lot lately? Anything I need to know Danny?"

Oh god don't do this with me. He is giving me those intimidating eyes.

"It's nothing like that. We are just." What?

"Just?" Damien pushed.

Just neighbours?

"We are just friends."

Damien looked at me. I know he is not convinced but he dropped the discussion anyway. I think he knows I am not so sure about Hunter myself.

I love him for understanding this.

Guess I am going to say yes to hanging out with Hunter.

So after practically inhaling the dinner I went to my room. I usually don't eat fast but I was on the verge of passing out from starvation. I removed my glasses, Yes my dad made me wear them so that he could take a breath of relief. I went inside my bathroom.

"Ahhhhh. Finally." This feels great. The Damn dress was on the floor now. I looked in the mirror and there are some marks on my chest from where the dress was tight. I picked up the dress and threw it in the laundry basket, which says 'Laundry today or Naked tomorrow'.

Martha got me this from Bed,Bath and Beyond. That's her favourite place in the whole world to shop from.

I'll return the dress to Jasmine.

She surly did looked upset while giving it to me.

I threw on one of Damien's old t-shirt and shorts on. Boys wear such comfy clothes. Not fair they don't make such soft clothes for women.

I went out of the bathroom.

I was already having dreams about my comfortable sheets and how I am going to hug my pillow and sleep like a baby.

I love my bed.

I sat on my bed. And relaxed. Suddenly I felt a vibration underneath me. My phone. I almost sat on my phone.

I have three text messages. One from Des, and other are two unknown numbers.

Well that's different.

I decided to open Des's message first.

Des

Hey, why is Damien calling me and asking me about your clothes?

What happened at school today? Are you fine?

I told her it was a long story, I'll tell her everything tomorrow and I am fine. And opened the other message.

+112********

Hey Danny.

Guess I have your number now : )

Are you fine now? #bff

- Kyle

I laughed hard at this, #bff? He is such a girl and a cute one. I told him I am saving his number by

-Girlfriend and I am totally fine.

My phone buzzed again. It was from that other unknown number.

+121********

Hey glasses. How are you now?

I really didn't have to think twice about who this message from.

+121********

Look out the window.

This was the message that I just got. I immediately jumped out of my bed and went to the window on the side.

A little too excited there Danny?

I don't know why but I got a little funny feeling in my stomach. My heart started beating faster.

I opened the window and there he was looking out of his window in all his six packs glory.

Does he ever wear a shirt at home?

I am directly looking at his chest now, without any shame what so ever.

He noticed it.

Great.

"You know. If you want I can climb there and then you can have a full view plus, a chance to touch them too." I cannot believe I wanted to tell him that it was good idea.

I am a hormonal teenager who has never had a real relationship before. Can you blame me?

I mean this guy is fudging hot. Perfectly tanned. Raven black hair. Beautiful twinkling green eyes. I have already said so much about his abs and I really hate to say this but that smirk really suits his lips.

And he has slept with almost every girl in the school.

Yup. Whushsh. Everything I just said flew right out the window.

"You know. You should stop trying to make a move on me."

"Who said I was making a move on you. I was just flirting casually." Flirting casually my foot.

You have kissed me more times in the past 2 weeks, I haven't been kissed this much and on so many different body parts, my whole 17 years of life.

"There is nothing like casual flirting." I dared to say. I was hoping he would flirt back to this also but I was so damn wrong.

"The thing I am doing right now is called casual flirting. I am not making a move on you Danny. I have got it, you are not my type."

Ouch.

Ok why? Did that hurt?

And it made me angry too? Why am I angry? I should be jumping up and down from joy that he is not interested in me.

I should be distributing candies to random strangers. I should light a candle in the church. But all I am feeling is hurt.

"Oh yes. Thank god I am not your type. I don't believe in one night stands and sex actually means something for me, unlike you, who just uses girls like a stress relieving toy. Well I am glad I am not your type Hunter."

I think. And I could be wrong.

That I said a little, a tiny bit too much.

Hunter looked like he was trying to control the words that would come out of his mouth any minute.

I know I said a lot.

I basically told him that he is a man whore.

"You are right." I looked at him. He is talking in a really low voice. Is it bad that even in a crucial moment like this, I am thinking that his voice is really sexy?

He looked at me. He is angry, I could tell even from this distance.

"Well I am sorry, about all the flirting you had to go through because of me."

Why I am getting a feeling that it is not going to end well?

I am looking at him. More like pleading him in an attempt that he understands that I am saying sorry with my eyes.

"I won't bother you again Daniella."

I really didn't like it, him saying my full name like that. There was clear anger evident in that and I don't know why but I think pain too.

I wanted to say I am sorry but I don't know how too. It's like looking into his eyes are making me feel guilty and unable to talk. No words are forming in my head.

He turned around to leave.

No. Please wait.

He stopped.

Did he just read my mind?

He turned around.

This is your chance Daniella. Tell him you are sorry. Make it alright.

"You know what Daniella?"

Can you stop it with the full name already?

It's making me even more guilty.

Right now I just want to submerge into the floor beneath me. And you calling me Daniella and with those eyes, it's really not helping me at all.

"I am-" I tried to say but was cut off.

"I really thought we could be friends. But our little spoiled princess, Daniella over here, is very picky about her friends. She will not be friends with the peasants."

I couldn't say anything. I just looked at him. He looked at me with painful eyes. I did the one thing I hate when I see anyone else doing that. And yet I did it myself.

I judged him.

I am a horrible person.

He slammed his window shut and went out of his room.

I just stood there looking at him. Hoping he would come back so I could say my sorry.

I don't think he is coming back.

I turned around with my head looking down and went to my bed. Guess I won't be getting much sleep tonight.

I stopped in my track.

Did he just call me spoiled?????

.............................................

"So? You think it will work??" It was Brody.

"I guess?" I was not sure myself.

"Don't worry Danny. It will definitely work." It was Ethan. Always the positive one. I gave him a smile which he returned sweetly.

Des gave me a warm smile and a side hug. "Don't worry even if this doesn't work, we will not stop trying." It melted my heart.

I told everyone about last night and how I was a 'little' judgmental. They were a little upset themselves but they were shocked how Hunter reacted.

According to Ethan, Hunter never really cares what anyone says or think about him and I might have said something really bad to spoil his mood that bad.

This guilt is eating me now.

"I got them." Kyle came in running. "I got them finally." I was smiling like a maniac now.

"Oh my god. Thank you so much Kyle." I jumped up and down as I took the tickets in my hands carefully like they were made of gold. My eyes were definitely shining. Looking at them.

"So ladies, gentlemen and girlfriends." I looked at Kyle to which he chuckled.

"Let's start the Mission: Making up to Hunter." I said, to which everyone stood straight and gave me a salute.

"Oh yeah" Kyle.

"Let's do this." Des and Ethan.

"Hunter you are down." We all looked at Brody.

"I mean. Yes!!" He said and we all laughed and went ahead in search of our prey. I really hope this works.

I am going to let you know that I am not spoiled Hunter Donnavan.

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