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MICHELLE'S P. O.V
'8:09pm' I read off my room's wall clock .
All the hours in my morning and afternoon I had spent in the confines of my walk-in closet and due to this; clothes, lifetimes, bikinis, robes, coats...along with designer accessories were littered all around my feet but I was still yet to find anything pleasing to my exquisite and ravishing taste for perfection.
It was late evening but I hadn't still concluded on what was befitting for my first ever party in Royals' Highschool
Maybe the fact that this party was going to be my first in TRH was what actually set me on the edge.
I didn't want to dress up as sullen and limited like an average TRP, I didn't want to style myself within the limit of been a nerd. Rather, I wanted to dress up to be that dynamo dress- up diva that I was at Catherine High, but the problem with that aspiration of mine was that all my clothes suddenly didn't seem to fit that criteria of a glammed up daughter of the President of the United States of America
'Nella... ' Harold beckoned from outside my room. I guessed as much that he would help himself into my room without my permission within a matter of seconds if I didn't respond to his call and just like I had guessed, I heard the door to my room opening and shutting close a couple of seconds after
'I am in here! ' I announced
The fascinating scent of his cologne alerted me of his presence into my closet. Harold strolled in elegantly already dressed for the pool party. He was looking effortlessly handsome in his lightly grey swimming shorts along with a mouth watering muscle hugging tank top that emphasized the seductive length of his torso. The tank top exposed his beautiful and tanned biceps.
I looked down at his feet that was donned in a pair of fancy and expensive looking black Italian leather slippers.
He looked at me in disbelief and astonishment, 'You are not dressed? ' he asked while eyeing me with a worry encrypted gaze
'Do I look dressed up? ' I asked rhetorically
Harold shook his head and palmed his face disappointed,
"you have been at it all day NELLA, why not shut your eyes and pick one already' he bemoaned into my ear and I shrugged my shoulders in disagreement
"just pick that one already' he said, pointing to a plain bubble gum pink bikini at the far right of my closet hanger
'it's too plain' i grumbled and he frowned
'what else can I do but listen to you criticize my obviously sane choice' he snapped as he stepped out of my closet
'not like you were of any help' I grunted begrudgingly out loud but I seized breathing as I turned around to see Harold still standing outside outside my closet
He sighed and shook is head with a slightly queasy smile, 'I would send Mrs Madea up since I can't be of any help' he stated using his fingers to make a quotation mark in the air. He glanced at me one last time and stumped away, I heard my door slam shut seconds later.
I returned to the scattered mass of designer wears and I sank into the floor with my back to my wall
Six minutes after Harold had annoyingly walked out on me, a familiar head pokes in through my closet's door
'Harold told me that someone in here needed my help' Mrs Madea announced as she made her way into the mess called a closet strikingly attractive middle aged woman in her late forties always has a satisfying smile on her freckled face and her ginger hair is always tied up in a tight ballerina bun above her head.
'I see what's happening in here's she said with a soothing smile spread out on her face, she skipped over a scattered litter of knickers and chuckled softly while maneuvering her way through a large number of disorganized bikinis
'I just can't seem to come to an accurate decision of the most suited and elegant pool outfit to wear to my first T.R.H party. I complained grudgingly while flicking off a black swimming trunk from my laps
Mrs Madea stared me in the eyes, her expression blank and giving away nothing. She smiled afterwards, 'we women most times don't know what is best for us as much as we can't seem to decide on what we want? ' she scoffed as she ran her elongated slender and beautiful musician's fingers through the long row neatly lined up bikinis
'sometimes we can't always be the perfection that we seek' the intelligent looking woman said before picking up a brightly colored Lacey lavender swimsuit off the floor
'I have been Harold's nanny for nineteen years' the woman added and my brows creased. Her words seemed far different from the matter at hand, her statements were differing from mine
'Harold might seem cool, calm and collected but jealousy is the mostly dominant gene he bears about ' she said and I smiled as my memories jogged down back to how jealous Harold was on that faithful school day when I was chatting with Noah non stop after he had invited me over to come sit at the same table with the TRP.
The collected woman spoke rhythmically and smoothly like a fine wine, just the exact manner in which my mom loved to speak
'...and you Michelle, are a fine young lady for fine young men ' she added and I blushed lightly a smile coiling up my lips at her extremely kind words.
'Women would always be faced with mostly two kinds of men; or who is obsessed with you and cares greatly but doesn't know how to express his lovely intentions and feelings to you because of how insecure he feels while the other is most times always friendly and soothing, perfect and understanding but they are most times better kept as friends, then a woman is torn between choosing. If it were to be you, Who would you choose? ' she asked and paused, staring me dead in the eye
I sighed as I just kept staring back at her
'which would you go with?' she repeated
I took in a deep breath before finally deciding to answer her question,
'friendly and... ' she cut me off
'naughty you, I meant this' she corrected while displaying two chic looking seductive bikinis before my very eyes.
I crinkled my eyebrows in disbelief of how it was possible that I had overlooked these adoring cuties
Then, I recollected that I had actually seen them but ignored them because it had been bought for me by my ex-boyfriend
A plain white bikini with a well stoned bodice and dazzling silver embroidery stood in a contrasting manner next to a hot red bikini with a fancy detailing of beautiful coral beads along the bosom section while rubies rounded the edges of the bikini bottom
I eyed the two choices doubting if I really wanted to wear anything that asshole had bought for me
I pushed the doubt behind my mind and pointed at the undeniable beautiful red bikini.
Mrs Madea nodded with a polite smile that had a naughty tone to it.
'thanks so much! ' I said as I received the bikini from her
'anytime' she retorted, with one of her popular smiles
'I would have the maids sent up to arrange your closet ' she offer and I smiled ,
' I would like that' I said as I scrambled away towards the bathroom
HAROLD'S P. O. V
I sat in the car awaiting for Michelle's arrival to the garage. I was busy playing a bunch of old jams from the car's radio when I head the persistent sounds of heels clicking against the gravelled floor, I turned to to look in the direction of the sound and I felt my heart been stolen again by the pretty damsel in those penciled sandal heels.
She stole all of my breathe away and made me forget how to perform the simplest task, breathing.
'Ermmmmm...' I lost my voice due to the ethereal beauty I was staring at. The rubies on her bikini bottom seemed to eradicate brilliant light in the dark evening.
Michelle Hudson cat walked like a goddess, her steps precise and divine. Her slim waist drew my attention downwards to her tempting hips, that sent a lot of corrupt thoughts to my thinking and visual system. Her creamy white skin seemed too unrealistic but I knew all this was true although it seemed like a fictious writing of one of those pornographic writers.
My gaze remained fixated on her as she walked the runway of the garage corridor, our eyes met and she looked at me wearing a worried expression
'Does it look ugly on me, I mean you are staring too much ' she said after entering into the car, the smell of her feminine scented perfume rented the small space of my black Lamborghini.
'Jesus NO! you look hot, as in spicy hot red' I blabbed on , trying to quantify the inexpressible image of her stunning beauty with words.
Michelle, smiled nicely and her classic Up do hairstyle bobbed in motion. Nella, blushed as she pulled on the white feathery coat that had hung loosely on her arm some minutes ago.
MICHELLE'S P. O. V
We must have drove on for more than thirty minutes before I could see the colourful reflection of party lights in the starless night sky. The sound of heavy party music enclosed the few blocks from the party venue.
All through the ride, Harold had tried making small talk discussions with me but it hadn't totally worked out because he was trying is hardest not to glance at me.
'are you alright? ' I asked with genuine concern laced in my voice
'I am trying to be, I mean which guy won't be trying his hardest to concentrate on something else rather than you ' he complimented me indirectly and I slapped his shoulders jokingly not knowing if he was kidding or been serious right now
'Mrs Madea knows I love red and she dressed you up in it, ain't that hilarious' he muffled underneath his breathe but I heard and my insides felt a funny sensation from the realization of the fact that Mrs Madea was trying to play matchmaking cupid for I and Harold.
At last, Harold's car pulled to a stop in front of a gigantic beach home that gave off the daunting appearance of an old Victorian era vacation home.
I watched as students trooped in and out of the home with red plastic cups in between their fingers clutch. I saw a few students through the corner of my eyes making out on the sidewalk while a few others smoked their cigarettes on the front porch. I figured out at once that this was gonna be a real wild party.
Harold turned to face me, 'the moment we step in, I want you to keep your eyes open' he ordered his face firm and devoid of all Mr. Nice Harold
'you see anything suspicious you call me. Any guy try to get you in his bed without your permission, you signal for me. You want to go home, signal for me. Anything happens, you run it through me first. Am I clear? ' he asked while watching me closely, I nodded and looked away from him and pulled open the door, I stepped out and breathed in the smell of the salt water mingled with bellowing smoke. Harold winked at me as I finally slammed the door shut.
I headed for the entrance and all eyes turned to me, I smiled when the two individuals making out earlier pulled apart to stare at me. I basked in the intensive gazes of the averagely dressed people. Harold walked past me and entered into the house, I followed behind him and watched him disappear towards the bar that was surrounded by every blessed individuals on the Royal Prince's team
My gaze left those play boys and I noted the presence of a many students from St. Catherine. My heart pounded fast as I thought of the possibility of running into my ex-boyfriend here.
I dissed away the terrifying thought as I made my way into the large crowd of students, as I walked past the in-house pool and my whole body tensed as I caught sight of my worst nightmare right across the pool. My jaw dropped and my countenance changed at once, as I mentioned that godforsaken name with loathsome anger
'Roberts... ' I said and swerved around as soon as his eyes turned towards my side