Tolerating The Player

We stopped to pick Joe up from school then we all went to Maya’s house together.

“Grace!” Joe yelled immediately he saw Maya’s mother and ran to hug her.

She opened her arms widely and kissed his forehead, she and Joe have really bonded even more than Joe had bonded with my father. I was glad Joe found someone who loves him truly like her own child… well someone but me.

“Hi Mrs Anderson” I greeted her and Maya dragged me by my hand till we got to her room which was way up the staircase I really hated to climb.

“So what are you wearing?” she asked and I cocked a brow at her confused.

“This?” I said pointing to the sweatshirt and jeans I wore.

“Tell me you’re joking” She glared at me with scary eyes and when I shook my head she slapped her forehead.

“Alright then” she sighed, “we’ll fix it, you’ll wear my clothes and I’ll restyle your hair, oh and I’ll also apply some make up for you” she said and as I was about to protest she lifted a finger up in the hair.

“No buts!” She said and I kept quiet.

I watched her as she flung some clothes out of her wardrobe till she finally found something her eyes caught.

“Perfect” she squealed. It was a soft blue armless gown with a rope that served as the neck. The back of the dress was opened but decorated with strings of beads. It really looked beautiful.

“It’s beautiful” I complimented and she smiled.

“George bought it for me but I want you to wear it” she handed over the cloth to me and proceeded to arrange her hair styling tools.

George was Maya’s boyfriend, according to her he had attended Sapphire high school but was a senior to her. He is currently in a college some miles away but visits Maya about two to three times in a month, they would spend the weekend together and Grace really likes him too.

Despite the distance, their love was still very strong and I kind of admired it a lot.

I sat on her dressing chair as she worked some magic on my curly Afro hair. She didn’t let me see what she was doing until she was done, then she turned the mirror to face me and I wondered if the mirror had some filters on.

“What do you think?” She asked.

I wanted to say something but I was scared that if I opened my mouth the filter would be gone and I would be that ugly girl again.

My skin shone under the fluorescent lights and the eyeliner matched my big brown eyes, she applied some lipstick and gloss on my lips making them shine really bright.

She activated my curls and styled it into a puffy ponytail letting some curls drop right on my forehead and I felt cute.

“Say something?!” She jerked my shoulders and I opened my mouth, the filter wasn’t gone it’s real!!

“Is this me?” I foolishly asked and she burst into laughter.

“I told you you’re really beautiful, you just need to pay more attention to yourself” She said and shooed me away from the chair while she wore her makeup.

We were both dressed up and ready for the party, Maya looked totally gorgeous like she used to and I on the other hand looked totally different.

We went down the stairs and Maya’s dad was back already.

“Good evening Mr Anderson” I greeted and the living room turned silent as all eyes were on me including Joe’s.

“Isabella, is this you?” Joe asked with a shocked face.

“Honey get me my shades, two angels are standing before me and they’re shining so bright” Maya’s Dad teased and we all laughed.

“Have fun girls” Grace finally said and we went to the car.

Maya had made us take a lot of pictures before she finally started the car and we left for the Party.

“Who’s hosting the party?” I asked

“Xavier Moner” She answered but the name didn’t sound any bit familiar. Perhaps I don’t really know many people in this school after all.

It was a long drive before we finally reached our destination and I mouthed a “wow” at the sight of the house. It was obvious the so-called Richer Moner was a very rich kid and I suddenly felt like I didn’t belong here at the sight of the expensive cars that were parked outside the house.

We came down from the car and Maya held my hands excitedly.

“I’m glad you’re finally here with me, in a party” she squeaked excitedly.

“I was forced” I protested and she spanked my butt. I was used to it already.

There was no music heard from outside and I could have sworn we were at the wrong house if not for the amount of cars parked outside.

Once we opened the door, loud music filled my ears making them hurt, it took some while before my ears finally adjusted to the loud music.

“I’ll go have fun, make sure to have fun too” She yelled through the loud music and I nodded my head.

I watched her as she went to the middle of the crowds swinging her butt while dancing.

I was getting bored standing and watching some people making out while some were dancing and getting drunk.

My eyes caught some red cups and wines and my throat suddenly became itchy. I walked towards the drink and it was really hard to decide which was alcoholic and non alcoholic.

At the end of my search I realized that everything there was alcoholic but with different volume so I went for the least volume which was 5 percent.

The wine tasted great well… not until some couple making out accidentally poured it on my dress.

“Shit!” I cussed and went upstairs to find a bathroom to use.

It didn’t take me much time before finding it and so I cleaned the stain off of the dress. Thankfully it was removed.

I didn’t want to go back downstairs so I went to the balcony to at least receive some fresh air and think about some other important things that have to do with my life.

I was lost in my thoughts that I hadn’t realized that someone joined me on the balcony.

“You look different” the voice said and I looked to see who it was.

It was the guy from my store earlier, the one who had apologized on behalf of Zach and others.

“Oh Hey” I greeted and he walked closer to me.

“The party’s downstairs” he said and I nodded.

“I know, I just needed some fresh air” I said calmly and he took a sip out of the bottle with him.

“I agree, the wind is mostly pleasant here tonight” he said and I looked at his face.

That was when I realized that this was his house and he was Xavier Moner.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“Oh shit!” I awkwardly laughed and slapped my forehead, “I’m so sorry I’ll leave now”.

“No you don’t have to, I don’t mind a pretty lady standing on my balcony” he whined and I laughed.

“You look beautiful tonight, What’s your name?” He asked and I could swear this was the first time a guy said those words to me.

“Isabella” I nervously said and looked away.

“I like your name, I’m Xavier nice to meet you” he brought my hands to his lips and brushed it with a kiss.

“And you too” I said and he finally left.

I brought out my phone and opened my Instagram to pass away my boredom, not to chat with anybody but to admire all of the pretty girls on there and call myself a sucker for not being as pretty as them.

There was a notification on my phone and when I checked it was Maya tagging me on her Instagram post with the pictures we took today. I noticed someone followed me and when I checked the name it was Xavier.

I was happy that someone complimented and appreciated me today, maybe the party wasn’t a bad idea afterwards.

Even Instagram wasn’t making me feel any less overwhelmed with my situation so I shoved my phone into my purse and went downstairs.

The party was still pretty much lively but I couldn’t find Maya anywhere.

I grabbed myself some drink and hoped no one would spill it on me this time around.

I settled down on a couch at a corner of the room that was empty and carefully sipped my drink when my eyes drifted to a small circle of people and I noticed their eyes were all on me.

They were the same set of people that had made fun of me in school yesterday, why the hell were they staring at me.

Aurora whispered something into one of her entourage’s ears and she walked up to me with her straight legs and dragged me over to their circle.

“You look different, not bad, I guess a frog could really turn into a prince after all” She said and they all laughed. I spotted Zach on a blue t-shirt taking a sip out of his cup and tapping his fingers on the cup carefully.

I felt humiliated and ashamed that they had dragged me here to insult me.

I turned my back and left them. I could hear Aurora calling me “frog” but I ignored.

“You have to do it for two weeks!” She yelled out.

“What two weeks and what do I have to do?” I wanted to go back and ask her but I let it slide. I can’t stand another word of insult from her.