Will Alyia be nice?? (Solo job)

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Alyia growled as she was pushed around having make-up shoved onto her face. How had she gotten there? Simple. Another stupid job that she had volunteered to take. Clenching her hands into balls the blonde tried to bear with the pulling of her head and the tightening of the corset. Her knuckles were turning white and her nails started to dig into her skin. She bit her bottom lips as another person pulled on the corset yet again tightening it even more. She let out a gasp as she felt her back crack. This thing was too tight. How in the world had the fancy rich people worn it! When she heard them tying it in the back she tried to taking in a breath only to find that it was much harder than she had thought it to be.

It took the people no time to shove a dress over her head and coat her face in more make-up. She felt like a Barbie. So as she was being led down the hallway to where the person who she would be escorting would be she paused for a moment. She didn’t know anything about the person, only that he was being rude and was fixing it, and that his mother had died when he was a child. Alyia growled that was no reason for him to be acting like a child. She had lost her parents and all of her siblings to death when she was only six. But she bet the difference was he was not the cause of his mothers dead like she was. Alyia understood that the boy must’ve dealt with hard ships almost everyone does. But that t=still did not mean that he could go off and be a brat. Still following the people that were leading her down the hall way Alyia turned after them into a room. With was decorated all in gold and blue, her colour. Why were they these colours? Was there a reason for it? Alyia continued to look around the room. Suddenly she felt a drop in her luck, the second time that she had ever felt that. She started to fall forwards she stretched her arms out knowing that she could catch herself in a push-up and be on her feet in no time at all. But she felt a cool hands grab hers and pull her to her feet into their body.

It took Alyia a moment to realize what had happened and she jumped away her feet light like she hadn’t tripped before, like her luck was still in place. She looked up at the male who had caught her and looked slightly startled. He was no Deniel, but he was pretty. With is blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail and his blue eyes. Alyia stood there stunned. “You are my escort?” The smooth voice interrupted her thinking. She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes the boy seemed to find the idea of her being his escort funny.

“Yes, yes I am. Do you see anyone else here dressed up suffocating with their face masked in stupid make-up?” Alyia looked right at the boy. He did have an attitude problem, but as did she and if he gave her sass she was going to give it right back. She popped out one hip and tilted her head slightly giving off a slightly challenging feeling. “Anything else you would like to say?” Alyia looked into his eyes and she paused in interest. A small glint of something was in those eyes of his something that she wasn’t sure that she liked.

“No.” The noble said as he smirked at her. “Other than the fact that you are short and your chest is too big and that your hair is far too long and we must cut it immediately.” Alyia froze, she could handle the other comments but the one about her head, the one that reminded her that she had killed her family? Like hell she was going to touch it, she had fended it off from the stupid maids as they had tried to dress Alyia.

A sour smile grew on her face, “You touch my hair and I will chop yours off. Deal?” She closed her eyes as if she was happy and tilted her head so she looked a little cute as she gave of a deadly aura. She spun on her heel and waltzed out of the room only to look back once and smirk, “You coming blondie?” She walked out of the room. She took only a few steps before she heard cussing and yelling and loud steps following after her. Her hand that was at her side was suddenly picked up and held in another person’s hand. Looking out of the corner of her eye she saw the male noble walking next to her, “So you cared to join me?”

“Shut up. I am only going because I am being forced to. I never wanted an escort, and I still don’t want one now.” He looked at Alyia up and down then smirked. “How about instead of going to that party you show me your way of going about this in taking off that dress of yours and being dominated in bed.” He laughed as Alyia turned her head slowly and looked right at the male. Who gave him the right to talk to her like that?

SLAP.

The sound could be heard down the hall way. Alyia’s hand was across her body and the males cheek was turned with a red hand print on it. He seemed stunned that someone would slap him. But Alyia was furious. She was done being treated terribly. “Just because your mother is dead does not mean that you can go around being rude to people. How do you think it makes her feel to see you like this huh? Do you think that she is proud to see you treat others like this do you think she is proud to call you her son, when all you do is put down other people and their feeling? My parents died when I was six, you know what caused their death? I was the cause. I lead the people who killed them right to them do you think that I don’t go every day thinking what I have done? No, my hair, I feel it all around me, this shows the pain and suffering that I dealt with for ten years on my own. I had no one okay? No one! You? You have everyone here in this giant castle, they all love you and they want for you to be happy. I want you to be happy, and I am sure that your mom wants you to be happy. She doesn’t want you to go around hurting others just because you are hurt. Now suck it up princess because we had a ball to attend to.” Alyia turned and started to walk again only for the same hand to shoot out and grab hers.

“I-I’m sorry. I just didn’t know how to handle it and being mean was the best way to cover up what I was feeling.” Alyia shook her head and sighed. “What’s done is done; we can only worry about the future now.” Alyia smiled at the noble and pulled him down the hallway. “Now we have a ball to go to. And I still don’t know how to dance.”

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