Fight Against All Odds
Chapter 16
I stood in front of a mirror in my room, blow drying my hair.
At least it was a lot easier to manage now that it was cut correctly and had layers instead of being one long mass of tangled hair. There was a couple of white blond streaks through my hair. Dahvie was one of the hair dressers here at the rebel base, and he said it would look amazing. He was right.
Although, I was sort of jealous of his rainbow hair. I'd look like a clown in it though.
Ronnie was going to pick me up in two hours.
Once my hair was dry I straightened and teased it like I normally did. Then I stepped out of the bathroom and looked at the dress Amy had helped me buy.
I was going to look like a slut. Thanks a lot Amy.
Oh well most people wore a lot worse than I did. The dress was a dark, blood-like red in color. It was strapless with black lace around the top. I also had a pair of sigh net tights to go with it. A pair of boots with a heel that was at least four inches was on the floor.
I put on the dress, the tights, and the boots then looked at myself in a mirror. Yup, I looked like a slut. Oh well.
I did my makeup how I usually did, which took up a lot of my time.
After I was finished I still had 15 minutes to kill so I called Amy and asked her for advice. He reply to most things were the same.
"If you're gonna do it use protection!"
I'd always reply back with, "BUT WE'RE NOT GONNA DO IT THIS IS OUR FIRST DATE GOD WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!!!?!?!" And she'd just laugh.
"I'm just messing with you Grace!" Amy giggled.
"I know," I rolled my eyes.
"GOD ASHLEY NOT NOW SAVE IT FOR LATER!" She yelled.
"Umm..." I said. I didn't really want to know what was happening.
"ASHLEY IM GONNA PUNCH THAT PURDY FACE OF YOURS IF YOU DON'T STOP... Hang on a second Grace I gotta go," I heard a click as she hung up on me.
"That's what you get for agreeing to go on a date with a pervert," I giggled.
Just then I heard a knock on my door.
"Coming," I yelled.
I walked over to the door and opened it. There stood a Ronnie with a black blazer and dark skinny jeans, grinning at me. Then his jaw dropped.
"Oh...wow...Grace you look amazing," Ronnie said in awe.
"Thanks," I blushed.
I stepped out of the doorway and closed the door behind me.
"You look amazing too," I smiled.
"Why thank you my little angel," he laughed.
"Hey I'm not that little!" I argued.
"Yes you are! You're just cheating with those heels! If I tried to walk in those I'd break my foot!"
"It's an art!" I said.
He slipped his hand into mine.
"We'll we've gotta a party to go to my little angel," he smirked.
"Jackass," I rolled my eyes.
"HEY!!! NOT COOL!!!'"
I loved the fact that Ronnie was fun to hang out with and I could joke around with him. Maybe we were meant to be together.
It didn't feel quite right though, but I ignored that feeling.
We rode down the elevator together, and he surprised me by kissing me on the way down. It was just a slight peck on the lips but I was still blushing. He smiled in triumph that I was blushing, saying I should "keep being adorable".
We walked, hand in hand, to the club and the first thing I noticed was Andy was there.
Why did he have to ruin everything?
I was determined to not let him ruin my night.
Ronnie led me out to the dance floor and we danced for a bit. The club was dark and full of flashing lights and it was hard to see. I recognized Skrillex was the music.
When we were both exhausted Ronnie grabbed my hand and led me over to the bar where he proceeded to order himself a beer, and me a diet coke after telling him I didn't drink.
"So are you having fun?" He asked.
"Hahaha yeah!" I grinned.
"Well I'm glad he smiled.
Our drinks came and I sipped on my diet coke while he drank his beer.
"So you're on the mission! Are you excited?" He asked me.
"Yeah, and nervous!" I replied honestly.
"Well I'm sure you'll be fine! They don't make newbies do anything that dangerous."
I relaxed slightly knowing this.
"Besides if anyone hurts you they have me to fear!" He laughed.
I laughed along with him.
"Wanna go someplace quieter?" He asked.
"Yeah," I replied. I was getting tired of listening to loud dubstep..
"Come with me," he motioned for me to follow him.
Andy's eyes stared at me, slightly sad, from the other side of the club. Not that I cared.
He led me to a door and opened it. Taking my hand and leading me inside. No one was in the room, which alarmed me a little but I brushed the feeling off. It had another bar in it, probably used for when the other bar was too full.
We sat down at a table and talked. We talked about random things like our opinion of music, what high school was like, random funny stories of our past, those types of things.
I felt myself getting tired. I yawned.
"We'll someone's a little tired," Ronnie laughed.
"Nope," I yawned again.
"Come on let's get you back to your place," Ronnie laughed.
I stood up and he grabbed my hand, leading me out of the room and back into the loud music, then eventually out of the club. We walked to the elevator, entered it, and when we got to my room's floor we got to my doorway.
I pulled out a key and unlocked the door. Ronnie entered with me.
"It smells good in here," Ronnie laughed.
"Yay," I said, struggling not to yawn.
"What did they do to you in training? You sound like you're about to collapse from exhaustion!"
"I dunno," I said, sitting down on a couch. Ronnie sat down next to me.
We spent a few seconds in silence.
"You're really beautiful Grace," Ronnie said, staring at me.
I felt my face heat up.
"I really like you," Ronnie said, getting closer to me.
"I like you too Ronnie," I said.
"Grace..." Ronnie said softly, putting a hand on my thigh.
"Ronnie I don't..." I was cut off as he leaned over and pressed his lips to mine, causing me to shiver.
All of a sudden he was on top of me, kissing me deeply and I felt his tongue slip into my mouth.
He was going too far... I wasn't ready.
"Ronnie..." I said, alarmed as we broke for air, and then his lips traveled down to my neck and I felt wis hands slip behind me, snaking to the zipper of my dress.
"Ronnie...no..." I gasped as his cool lips were on mine again, silencing me.
Ronnie began unzipping my dress.
No...I wasn't ready for this...I couldn't...I struggled to think. I couldn't speak, from some sick pleasure though.
He took off his shirt and resumed to kiss me.
Just say that you're not ready! I told myself over and over. I was frightened though. What if he left because I was wasn't willing? Then I would go through the same cycle I did with Andy.
"Ronnie I can't," I managed to get out.
"Hmmm?" He said as his hands gently caressed my waist.
"I don't think I can do this..." I said through gasps.
He ignored me.
"Ronnie please stop!" I said urgently.
He picked me up bridal style and carried me to the bed.
"Ronnie stop!" I was pleading with him now but he just laid me on the bed and smashed his lips to mine again. They felt so good against mine...but so wrong...
I felt his hand travel to my...
"RONNIE STOP!!!" I said, pushing him off me.
"What the hell? Grace?" He frowned.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP?!?!?!" I said, tears falling down my face. I reached back to the zipper of my dress and zipped it back up.
"I couldn't help myself Grace...." He said, " Why are you so mad anyway? I wasn't going to hurt you!"
"Ronnie we just had our first date! I need to get to know you more before going anywhere on that level!" I said, anger building inside of me.
"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO DIFFICULT!" He yelled in frustration.
"YOU ONLY WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH ME DONT YOU?!?!?" I yelled back.
"No...I don't only want to have sex with you...and I'm sorry," he sighed.
"When I said no I meant no," I said, tears falling down my face.
"I'm sorry," he said, he lightly rubbed my back, comforting me.
"It's fine Ronnie," I muttered. I was still angry.
"I'll make it up to you tomorrow. I promise," he said.
"Okay," I smiled.
"You get some sleep, and I'll go back to my room now," he said, yawning. He went back over to the couch and grabbed his shirt, pulling it pack over his head.
I couldn't help but admire how...hot...he looked.
Hopefully tonight wouldn't repeat itself again.
At least it was a lot easier to manage now that it was cut correctly and had layers instead of being one long mass of tangled hair. There was a couple of white blond streaks through my hair. Dahvie was one of the hair dressers here at the rebel base, and he said it would look amazing. He was right.
Although, I was sort of jealous of his rainbow hair. I'd look like a clown in it though.
Ronnie was going to pick me up in two hours.
Once my hair was dry I straightened and teased it like I normally did. Then I stepped out of the bathroom and looked at the dress Amy had helped me buy.
I was going to look like a slut. Thanks a lot Amy.
Oh well most people wore a lot worse than I did. The dress was a dark, blood-like red in color. It was strapless with black lace around the top. I also had a pair of sigh net tights to go with it. A pair of boots with a heel that was at least four inches was on the floor.
I put on the dress, the tights, and the boots then looked at myself in a mirror. Yup, I looked like a slut. Oh well.
I did my makeup how I usually did, which took up a lot of my time.
After I was finished I still had 15 minutes to kill so I called Amy and asked her for advice. He reply to most things were the same.
"If you're gonna do it use protection!"
I'd always reply back with, "BUT WE'RE NOT GONNA DO IT THIS IS OUR FIRST DATE GOD WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!!!?!?!" And she'd just laugh.
"I'm just messing with you Grace!" Amy giggled.
"I know," I rolled my eyes.
"GOD ASHLEY NOT NOW SAVE IT FOR LATER!" She yelled.
"Umm..." I said. I didn't really want to know what was happening.
"ASHLEY IM GONNA PUNCH THAT PURDY FACE OF YOURS IF YOU DON'T STOP... Hang on a second Grace I gotta go," I heard a click as she hung up on me.
"That's what you get for agreeing to go on a date with a pervert," I giggled.
Just then I heard a knock on my door.
"Coming," I yelled.
I walked over to the door and opened it. There stood a Ronnie with a black blazer and dark skinny jeans, grinning at me. Then his jaw dropped.
"Oh...wow...Grace you look amazing," Ronnie said in awe.
"Thanks," I blushed.
I stepped out of the doorway and closed the door behind me.
"You look amazing too," I smiled.
"Why thank you my little angel," he laughed.
"Hey I'm not that little!" I argued.
"Yes you are! You're just cheating with those heels! If I tried to walk in those I'd break my foot!"
"It's an art!" I said.
He slipped his hand into mine.
"We'll we've gotta a party to go to my little angel," he smirked.
"Jackass," I rolled my eyes.
"HEY!!! NOT COOL!!!'"
I loved the fact that Ronnie was fun to hang out with and I could joke around with him. Maybe we were meant to be together.
It didn't feel quite right though, but I ignored that feeling.
We rode down the elevator together, and he surprised me by kissing me on the way down. It was just a slight peck on the lips but I was still blushing. He smiled in triumph that I was blushing, saying I should "keep being adorable".
We walked, hand in hand, to the club and the first thing I noticed was Andy was there.
Why did he have to ruin everything?
I was determined to not let him ruin my night.
Ronnie led me out to the dance floor and we danced for a bit. The club was dark and full of flashing lights and it was hard to see. I recognized Skrillex was the music.
When we were both exhausted Ronnie grabbed my hand and led me over to the bar where he proceeded to order himself a beer, and me a diet coke after telling him I didn't drink.
"So are you having fun?" He asked.
"Hahaha yeah!" I grinned.
"Well I'm glad he smiled.
Our drinks came and I sipped on my diet coke while he drank his beer.
"So you're on the mission! Are you excited?" He asked me.
"Yeah, and nervous!" I replied honestly.
"Well I'm sure you'll be fine! They don't make newbies do anything that dangerous."
I relaxed slightly knowing this.
"Besides if anyone hurts you they have me to fear!" He laughed.
I laughed along with him.
"Wanna go someplace quieter?" He asked.
"Yeah," I replied. I was getting tired of listening to loud dubstep..
"Come with me," he motioned for me to follow him.
Andy's eyes stared at me, slightly sad, from the other side of the club. Not that I cared.
He led me to a door and opened it. Taking my hand and leading me inside. No one was in the room, which alarmed me a little but I brushed the feeling off. It had another bar in it, probably used for when the other bar was too full.
We sat down at a table and talked. We talked about random things like our opinion of music, what high school was like, random funny stories of our past, those types of things.
I felt myself getting tired. I yawned.
"We'll someone's a little tired," Ronnie laughed.
"Nope," I yawned again.
"Come on let's get you back to your place," Ronnie laughed.
I stood up and he grabbed my hand, leading me out of the room and back into the loud music, then eventually out of the club. We walked to the elevator, entered it, and when we got to my room's floor we got to my doorway.
I pulled out a key and unlocked the door. Ronnie entered with me.
"It smells good in here," Ronnie laughed.
"Yay," I said, struggling not to yawn.
"What did they do to you in training? You sound like you're about to collapse from exhaustion!"
"I dunno," I said, sitting down on a couch. Ronnie sat down next to me.
We spent a few seconds in silence.
"You're really beautiful Grace," Ronnie said, staring at me.
I felt my face heat up.
"I really like you," Ronnie said, getting closer to me.
"I like you too Ronnie," I said.
"Grace..." Ronnie said softly, putting a hand on my thigh.
"Ronnie I don't..." I was cut off as he leaned over and pressed his lips to mine, causing me to shiver.
All of a sudden he was on top of me, kissing me deeply and I felt his tongue slip into my mouth.
He was going too far... I wasn't ready.
"Ronnie..." I said, alarmed as we broke for air, and then his lips traveled down to my neck and I felt wis hands slip behind me, snaking to the zipper of my dress.
"Ronnie...no..." I gasped as his cool lips were on mine again, silencing me.
Ronnie began unzipping my dress.
No...I wasn't ready for this...I couldn't...I struggled to think. I couldn't speak, from some sick pleasure though.
He took off his shirt and resumed to kiss me.
Just say that you're not ready! I told myself over and over. I was frightened though. What if he left because I was wasn't willing? Then I would go through the same cycle I did with Andy.
"Ronnie I can't," I managed to get out.
"Hmmm?" He said as his hands gently caressed my waist.
"I don't think I can do this..." I said through gasps.
He ignored me.
"Ronnie please stop!" I said urgently.
He picked me up bridal style and carried me to the bed.
"Ronnie stop!" I was pleading with him now but he just laid me on the bed and smashed his lips to mine again. They felt so good against mine...but so wrong...
I felt his hand travel to my...
"RONNIE STOP!!!" I said, pushing him off me.
"What the hell? Grace?" He frowned.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP?!?!?!" I said, tears falling down my face. I reached back to the zipper of my dress and zipped it back up.
"I couldn't help myself Grace...." He said, " Why are you so mad anyway? I wasn't going to hurt you!"
"Ronnie we just had our first date! I need to get to know you more before going anywhere on that level!" I said, anger building inside of me.
"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO DIFFICULT!" He yelled in frustration.
"YOU ONLY WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH ME DONT YOU?!?!?" I yelled back.
"No...I don't only want to have sex with you...and I'm sorry," he sighed.
"When I said no I meant no," I said, tears falling down my face.
"I'm sorry," he said, he lightly rubbed my back, comforting me.
"It's fine Ronnie," I muttered. I was still angry.
"I'll make it up to you tomorrow. I promise," he said.
"Okay," I smiled.
"You get some sleep, and I'll go back to my room now," he said, yawning. He went back over to the couch and grabbed his shirt, pulling it pack over his head.
I couldn't help but admire how...hot...he looked.
Hopefully tonight wouldn't repeat itself again.
I love the story but it really triggered my emotions
4/23/13