Chapter 65

Claudia's POV
Clara surprised me by pulling out a dress from behind her back. A beautiful bronze strapless dress that reached my mid thigh. Of course, Clara didn't settle down for that, she even bought me matching heels. After that, she sat me on the chair of torture, started decorating my face with makeup, and straightened my hair.
"Claudia!" Clara exclaimed throwing her hands up. She had a huge smile on her face.
Clara wanted me to be surprised with the way I looked so she sat me in the middle of the room so I couldn't look at myself in the mirror. I was so curious and afraid at the same time thinking about how I'll end up looking. I mean, I didn't want her to turn me into a Barbie!
So here I am, staring at myself in the mirror not knowing the girl who was staring back. She looked nothing like me! The plain Claudia that I once knew looked like a beauty queen. My lips were a color of a cherry, making them look bigger. My eyes had a very pretty bronze color on them with a mixture of beige and black making them look like professionals did them. I noticed that my nails were polished by a bronze color, too. My cheeks were a very soft rosy pink and finally my hair that was perfectly straightened and reached my waist.
"Ohmygosh!" I wanted to hug the hell out of Clara right now, this is amazing! I turned around and looked at her grinning
"I know I know, you love me, I'm amazing." She exclaimed with a proud smile. I looked at myself one last time before I stared at the clock. It was five before seven. Gosh, Westley will be here in any second now! Someone knocked on the door making me look at Clara
"Knock them dead, tiger." She winked. I squealed in shock when she started pushing me towards the door. I was even more surprised when she opened the door and pushed me forward making me slam into Westley's rock hard chest.
A squeaky laugh snapped me out of my trance, and I looked in front of me to see Maxwell, looking as handsome as ever, and a girl, whom I assumed was Laurel, looking as slutty as ever. She was wearing a red dress, if that was even considered a dress since it was too revealing, and six-inch heels. Her face was absolutely smothered with makeup making her look even sluttier.
I stared at her in disgust but she only seemed to smirk back. That little bitch! I gritted my teeth and rolled my eyes, well Maxwell sure knows what girls to pick (note the sarcasm). The minute his eyes landed on me, I felt my knees go weak. He looked amazing with his grey tux and I felt my heart pound.
"Ah, and they finally came," his majesty said with a big grin on his face
"Of course, didn't want to make you wait any longer," Westley replied with a grin of his own. Maxwell' smile faded and was replaced by a frown.
"This way." He nodded and turned around walking, of course, his personal whore hot on his heels.
I was surprised when I saw a black limo outside the academy. A person wearing a black suit, opened the limo door but not before bowing to Maxwell and Westley, murmuring 'your majesties'. All of us entered the limo, and I ignored Laurel's very annoying squeals. I'm this close to kicking her ass if she squeals again!
The limo from inside was so big, the seats were black leather and of course, it had film windows. All through the ride, Laurel kept on talking about, well, God knows what. I wasn't even listening to her, no need to hear her very dumb stories.
All to soon the limo stopped. The driver got out of the limo and opened the door. Maxwell was the first one to exit the car, followed by miss queen bee which left Westley and I. Of course, Westley being the gentle man, got out of the car first and offered his hand. He helped me out of the limo once I put my hand in his.
"Thank you." I said smiling at him
"No problem"
I looked ahead and the only thing I saw was 'Bon Appétit', a French restaurant. The limo was the only car parked, looks like no one else is here. We were greeted by a female waitress who introduced herself as Holly. We were led to a table in the middle of the restaurant.
"I'll leave you for a while then I'll come back to take your orders." She said, but before she left, she curtsied. I looked around the restaurant and saw no one. Maxwell must of noticed my confusion so he told me that he booked the restaurant for all four of us.
"What about the press? Wouldn't they know?" Westley was the one to ask but before Maxwell could answer, Laurel squealed. Damn her to hell! My eardrum practically exploded
"Why didn't anyone tell me that the press will be here?" She exclaimed fixing her hair. I suppressed the urge of rolling my eyes and looked at Maxwell, who surprisingly looked annoyed himself.
"They won't be here, I made sure of that." He pointed out looking at Laurel. The whore looked at Maxwell and pouted. Ugh! I took the menu and started looking through it. It was hard to choose a dish, but I finally settled on garganelli pasta. Maxwell ordered Prosciutto cotto, which is cooked ham with sausages on the side, and surprisingly Westley ordered the same thing, he said it was delicious.
Of course, queen bee wanted vegetarian salad, saying that she's on a diet. Estella, our waitress, wrote everything down and walked away. So I sat there, listening to Laurel explaining how she was about to die. Oh, how I wish that alligator killed her.
I turned my head disgusted when Laurel started rubbing herself all over Maxwell. And guess what? That douche head didn't even try to stop her!
"Get a room guys, I don't want my innocent eyes to get ruined." I snapped rolling my eyes. Laurel turned to glare at me, while Maxwell only smirked.
"Maybe we should." He said, looking at me. My eyes widened and I practically gagged. The nerve of him! Before I could reply, Estella came with our food. My mouth watered at the sight of the pasta. Yummy!
I moaned in pleasure when I tasted my pasta. So good.
I sensed someone's intense gaze on me, so I looked up and saw Maxwell staring at me, lust clouding his vision. Westley and I started talking about the academy, his life, all the kingdoms and the list goes on. Laurel was talking to Maxwell, but I don't think that he was listening to her.
"Excuse me, I'm going to go to the bathroom." I excuse myself getting up. Maxwell was God knows where, he said that he needed to make a call. I looked at myself in the mirror. Why did Maxwell have to do that? Flirt with her? Doesn't he know how I feel?
You're not the one to say that Claudia, you're the one who pushed him away.
I sighed. I guess that's right, and how much of an idiot I was. I was too into the whole enemy think that I let it get into my way. I wanted him to give me a second chance, but I guess that it's too late right now. I checked myself one last time and got out of the bathroom only to be pushed against a wall.
I let out a shocked squeal trying to push this person away from me but stopped when I saw who it was. Maxwell. My body was pressed against his, and I felt a weird sensation running through me.
"You look amazing tonight," He whispered, his hot breath blowing against my ear.
"M-Maxwell," I stuttered trying to push him off, but he didn't even budge.
"You smell like cherry." He nibbled my ear making me gasp. Oh gosh, what is he doing to me?
He started kissed my jaw line. I closed my eyes, saving the sensations that were running through my body. My breathing stopped when his lips were centimeters away from mine. Just a few centimeters away. I wanted to kiss those edible lips so hard. Maxwell turned around and started walking away, a smirk on his face.
That son of a gun, he did that on purpose!
I took a few deep breaths, calming myself, and walked out.
"Thank you West for the date"
"No problem, I had a good time too."
Right now, we were standing in front of my door, Westley standing in front of me. He looked like he was fighting himself, like he was in a dilemma. No one spoke a word in a few seconds, so I decided to make it less awkward and opened the door to my room.
"Anyways, like I said, thank you." Before I could enter my room, Westley caught my arm, turned me around and crashed his lips onto mine. I put my hands on his chest and pushed him away. His eyes flashed hurt, but he quickly covered it.
"I'm-I'm sorry." I closed the door and touched my lips. When his lips touched mine, it didn't feel right. I didn't feel butterflies in the pits of my stomach, it wasn't like when Maxwell kissed me.
God, Claudia, just get over him already!
I sighed and went to the bathroom. The only thing that could calm my nerves was a long, nice hot shower.
"Why hello there." I let out a small scream and covered my mouth. What the hell?
"What are you doing here?" I hissed frowning. Maxwell was leaning against a wall with his arms crossed. He started walking in my direction, his eyes burning with passion. With each step he took forward, I stepped backwards. He looked like a predator stalking its prey. My back finally hit the wall, which gave Maxwell a bonus point. He had his hands on either sides of my face, his lips getting closer to mine with each second passing.
His lips were finally pressed against mine making me let out a small moan. I don't know what came over me. I pulled him closer, kissing him with all I've got. His lips were so soft against mine. Unlike the first time we kissed, this time it was more demanding, more passionate. I wanted more, so much more of him but he pulled away, a small smile playing on his face.
"I'm going to make you fall in love with me Claudia, mark my words." He said, his lips still close to mine. I was about to kiss him again, but all of a sudden he wasn't there. I sat on my bed and blushed when I replayed what just happened.
That night, I slept with a big smile on my face.