Prom Queen ⚢ [EDITING]

↻ ◁ twenty-one ▷ ↺

"and a millionaire in her bed"

It was insane how badly I wanted Ivy every second of the day. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that it might have been a problem, maybe something I needed to get checked out. But here in this moment, with Ivy wrapped around my finger—almost literally, at this point—I did not care. I wanted her.

I wanted her so badly that kissing just wasn't enough. Her hands against my body made me ache for more, and I couldn't stand there and act like I didn't want her to absolutely destroy me. So when my hand found a nearby doorknob, I easily swung it open without an ounce of hesitation. At this rate, I didn't even care if people saw us together. Maybe I wanted people to see us together; maybe I wanted Graham to see how much I upgraded; maybe I wanted the entire school to know little Camryn Sako is good enough to catch the Ivy Mora's attention. But of all the things I so clearly wanted, there was one thing I did not desire in the least:

To see a random dude chilling out on Ivy's bed with a family photo in his hand.

"What the fuck?" I sneered at him as soon as we made eye contact. It seemed to catch Ivy's attention—either that, or the fact that I stopped kissing her—and she turned around only to have the same disgusted expression on her face.

"Who the hell are you?" She almost yelled, her face completely taken over by shock and fear.

But the guy just smirked like an asshole. "Delighted to meet you too." Out came a British accent. Of course, he had a British accent.

Ivy's face fell flat, the shock in her eyes dissipating into something else—defeated disbelief.

"You're fucking kidding me."

Wait, did they know each other? There was no way—he was a complete stranger. At least, I thought so. No, I was sure.

Immediately, Ivy began interrogating him, throwing questions at him like a game of dodgeball. True to its name too, as he deflected each one with some stupidly British, pretentious remark. He just flashed her a sarcastic white smile and ran a hand through his obnoxiously blonde hair every once in a while.

"Why are you here?" Ivy finally asked, though I believed that should've been her first question.

"Well, I heard about a party you were hosting and I figured I should stop by and say hello."

"So you make yourself at home in my room and touch my things? That's creepy as fuck, dude."

He shrugged. "My apologies. My intentions were not to alarm you."