Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Saturday arrived and of course I was with Melissa while she got me ready. I filled her in on the events that happened last weekend. I even told her the things that happened with Jason. Melissa and I have been becoming close over the course of these last few weeks. It was like having the older sister I never had since I'm the older one. She was aways easy to talk to and gave decent advice. Only, I didn't get to see if her idea would work because of the argument. I still got to experience something so magical that I will never forget it.

All that being said, she pulled out my dress and it was this light green sheer off shoulder dress with a beige color underneath it. I'm not sure why my Grammy loved flowers but there were more flowers imprinted on the dress. This time having gold trimming throughout it. It was a slit down the middle stopping midway. My hair was pulled back in a low bun with a side part splitting my hair a little. My pearl earrings complimenting my plush pink make-up she did on my face. I even had a cute little gold and green bag to match. I was happy my dress wasn't long and poofy. It stopped above my knee but still gave off that poofy affect. I loved it.

"It sucks you didn't get to wear the outfit, but at least things still turned out well." She pouted at me not wearing lingerie.

I laughed staying still while she added final changes. "That night really didn't need it." I spoke. "I think if I did the sensual feeling would have been diluted."

There's no doubt in my mind Cyrus would have loved the lingerie but instead of that night feeling the way it did, it would have felt like mindless sex. Instead, it was sensual, it was passionate, and it didn't feel like it'll be the last time. Though I would have looked sexy, I wouldn't change that night for anything. It was the definition of perfect. Cyrus seemed to feel the same way and it filled me up with joy. However, that doesn't mean I won't ever wear it all.

"I guess you're right. The outfit is still cute though." She shrugs.

I smile standing up. "Don't worry, I have plans for that skimpy suit." I say confidently.

Melissa raised her brow shocked by what I just said. "Oh, do you now?" She questioned intrigued by what I said.

Nodding, I glanced at myself in the mirror, happy with the outcome. I really did look beautiful and felt it too. Then again, I always feel beautiful when it comes to these things. I've gotten used to being all dressed up and sophisticated. It's only week four but that's enough to make this lifestyle grow on you. Especially when you're not used to this sort of thing.

"Yep, next time I'll let you know." I winked before hugging her and saying goodbye.

I really did have a plan for the lingerie. Was it going to be a smart one? I don't think so. But it was worth a shot, and it was worth making him gag over me. The only thing is trying to figure the right times. Of course, it'll be late at night but when will he be back doing all his work? I can assume some time around ten as that's always when he wants to meet up. Meaning I'd have to get there a few minutes early so that I could surprise him.

Now wasn't the time to think about it as we were headed to the place. As expected, everyone was wearing a typical ball gown though a little jazzed up than the last time. So, they didn't all look the same. We all looked lovely even Jenna, who I know wouldn't even dream of complimenting me. If she weren't such a bitch, she'd be the prettiest one here. Too bad her heart was so ugly.

It only took a few minutes, but we finally arrived, and this ball was a little different than the first one. Instead of their being a dinner, it was more of a mingling kind of thing. It was better than sitting around a table for an hour. Though it was a little harder for me to mingle because I didn't have anything interesting to say. These people were things I could only dream of doing. It also didn't help that Farah was introducing all of us.

For every person she'd have something marvelous to say. However, whenever she got me, she'd just say my name and that I'm a special person. Whatever that meant. The fact that she couldn't produce anything other than I'm special told me everything I needed to know. This woman did not see me on her radar, and it was fine, I guess. Though being involved with Cyrus made things complicated. What if he did choose me? How are we supposed to communicate with each other? She could barely say anything nice about me to people who were supposed to be so important. It was a bit embarrassing, but I didn't let it phase me.

Instead, after talking to these people, more like standing there while Jenna talked, I finally made my way to the display table. It was just as lovely as the one at the party and my teeth couldn't wait to get a taste. Sadly, just as I was about to grab a slice of lemon cake, I was interrupted again by the one and only Jay.

"At the snack table again, I see." He commented with his hands in his suit pocket. He looked stunning.

I rolled my eyes, still reaching for my cake. "How can I resist all these sweets?" I say before I'm stopped again.

Jay stopped my hand pointing to Farah who had a mic in her hand. "It's time for the waltz missy. The cake has to wait."

I turned around seeing Farah begin to talk. "Ladies and Gents, please join us in a very special performance we have prepared for you." She spoke excitedly.

Rolling my eyes, I followed Jay on to the floor. I was so sad I couldn't eat my lemon cake, but my mood swiftly changed once I got a glimpse of Cyrus. A smile instantly forming on my face. I saw Bradyn as well happy that she was getting to be his partner. That made me thrilled for her too as she deserved this the most out of any of us. Jenna still didn't look too pleased but eh who cares about that. The main thing was my friend was happy and Cyrus looked amazing. I almost couldn't take my eyes off of him.

Suddenly, Cyrus' eyes looked my way catching me staring at him. Abruptly, I turned away my cheeks getting red hot. I didn't want him to know how much I was admiring him. Although he already knew, it was still awkward when he saw me looking at him. I'm not sure what it was that always made me act all shy around him. He undoubtedly made me super nervous. How was I supposed to pull off my plan if I could barely look at him?

Casting it aside, the music began, and I took Jay's hand, letting him lead the way. Everything with him went smoothly and it was a lot more fun than I thought it would be. It also helped that I had a pretty fun partner too. We were dancing like one and it was the first time I felt close to Jay. I saw a bit more of his human side other than just a big flirt. That was nice to see as he's been a mystery since I've met him. This is what I wanted to see.

After we finished, everyone clapped enjoying it as well. I was going to talk to Cyrus however, he was a little occupied with Bradyn. As this was her day, I wasn't going to interrupt. I must remember this is a competition. I can't hog all his attention even though I want to. Unfortunately, I grabbed my piece of cake walking out on the terrace. There I see Jay sitting outside smoking a cigarette to my dismay.

"Since when do you smoke cigarettes?" I ask sitting next to him wiht my cake.

He blew smoke out not looking at me. "Since forever actually." He admits not putting it out until he's done. "Not something I'm proud of but I'll quit one day."

I stuffed my face gushing at how moist the cake was. "You should quit today." I suggest. "Those things are bad for you." I say trying to convince him.

Jay laughed rolling his eyes in the process. "As if I haven't heard that before." He said sounding a little angry.

His attitude was strange. He was just cheerful and full of life a minute ago. Now he was sulking and not as happy. I'm not sure what changed, and I wasn't going to dive deep into it. It was very noticeable in his demeanor and the way he was talking to me right now. He wouldn't even look at me, which was also strange. It was like he was made at me or something. But I didn't do anything to him. This spoiled my appetite.

I set the cake aside trying to figure out what was going on with him. This was not like him. Not like the Jay I knew.

"Why do you smoke those death traps?" I ask, beating around the bush. I didn't want to be too forward.

He shrugged still not looking at me. "When I'm stressed mainly. Or when I think about less than stellar things." He opened up to me a little bit.

I smiled happy he was giving me a little insight. "What's stressing you out?" I continued to ask questions.

Sighing, he hesitated when answering me. I'm guessing he didn't want to tell me, and it was his right not to. I still wanted to help him in any way that I could. I didn't know him like Cyrus did so I couldn't give him advice based on that. I wanted him to trust me as much as possible. Obviously, there was no way he'd trust me the way he does Cyrus but regardless, I was going to be here for him. Even if he didn't want me to be.

Moving closer to him, I grab his hand causing him to look at me. His eyes are not sure how to feel as he just stares at me. At this point we were having a staring contest. I wasn't going to stop looking at him until he answered my question. The shock of me grabbing his hand really startled him because he couldn't get a word out else wise. However, I didn't pay much attention to that as I just wanted answers from him.

He stopped being so shocked, finally speaking to me. "Um, life in general. You may want to be wealthy but trust me, it's not all that it's made out to be."

I frowned. "You're being very vague." I say frustrated he's not talking to me.

This made him chuckle, shaking his head. "It doesn't matter. Why do you care so much anyway?" He asked me curiously.

"I just want to help." I simply speak.

Jay looked at me again stunned by my words. I was being serious when I said I wanted to help him. He looked so down that it was unusual for me to see. If this were any of my friends, I would be doing the same thing for them. We were supposed to be coming friends and this is what friends do. Well, I don't know how guy friendships work but girls are usually more proactive on the emotional front. He did, however, tell me he never really had girls as friends. His reactions made more sense now that I think about it.

Pulling his hand away from me, he smiled standing up in the process. "I appreciate it, Autumn, but now is not the time." He said upsetting me.

"But-"

"I promise to tell you one day." He cuts me off looking at me one last time. "Please enjoy your cake."