The Kings

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♕ c h a p t e r  t w o ♕

— the first king

a r i a h a l e

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' what's a queen without her king?

well, historically speaking,

more powerful '

I spritz perfume on my clothes, not drenching myself in it like some guys at this school, them and their axe sprays don't exclude them from taking showers. It's disgusting if a person sprays themselves with body spray thinking that they don't need a shower at all, when they really do.

I look at my reflection and smile, the silky red dress fell softly on my skin. It was comfortable, just how I liked my dresses. Usually I would place a long cardigan over my dress but not today. I was going to that party to attract the attention of a King, it was my time to capture my first prey in this game.

With style I'll pull him into this trap swiftly.

After one look at my appearance I make my way downstairs, only for me to meet my mother. She was sat on the couch, looking at me with a blank expression. I could tell she wasn't pleased with the way I dressed, she was a person who cared about modesty.

"You always wear something on top of your dress Aria, it's not nice to flaunt yourself to strangers outside." she taunts, she wasn't pleased at all.

"I'm not showing much skin, the dress doesn't even stick to my body mom — could I please leave now?" I plead, not wanting to be late. But my mother doesn't budge from her seat on the couch.

"Go upstairs and wear a cardigan, I won't let you leave the house dressing like that." she snaps, I sigh before walking back upstairs to wear something on top of my dress.

Grabbing the closest cardigan I quickly trudge downstairs. My mother looks at me with a knowing look, she was happy that I covered up.

I make my way out of the house, shutting the door quickly. I let out a long sigh as I took off the cardigan, I really do respect my mothers idea of being covered up but there are some times you can remove the idea of modesty.

I walk towards my car, it was a rusty Ford car but it was worth driving in. Most of the kids in Selveridge High drive expensive cars, I didn't necessarily care about how a car looks: I cared about how comfortable it was.

The address to the party was rather close to my house, in walking distance it would take merely ten minutes. But I was lazy, driving seems like a better option than walking.

After a few minutes I found myself at the house, it was really big. Like those cliched stories, it was nicely decorated and surrounded by several cars. But these cars were expensive.

I made sure to park my car blocks away since it had no place in a parking lot like this, the fear of someone trashing it was in my mind.

I make my way towards the rather large house, there's many floors to this house — it was the biggest house in the street. I keep a blank expression as I walk through the open door, only to encounter the disgusting stench of alcohol and sweat.

Just like a typical party there were drinks everywhere, people dancing closely together. Underaged drinkers and the kids in the back snorting God knows what. I straighten my posture as I make my way through the heaps of people.

The loud speakers weren't helping my situation either, the people's taste in music was all main stream. Sometimes I wonder how people like music that seems so bland and unoriginal.

I look around for Carter Dean, only to find him all the way in the far corner with no drinks in his hand. He was sitting down in an expensive coat and the other two Kings beside him. Reuben and Elliot who don't seem to be enjoying the party at all.

There were many girls around them, wishing to attract their attention. But they didn't pay much attention to them, they were calmly talking to each other. I purse my lips, I guess Anna was right.

Kings wait, they never make the first move.

I decide to walk over to the kitchen, there should be food there. I've been dying to eat something ever since I entered this place.

As I made my way towards the kitchen, there were only chips and a punch bowl. Knowing the punch could be tainted with alcohol, I decided to go for the chips.

Just as I was going for the chips someone grabs it before me.

I look up only to find Anna, she smiles. "I've been looking for you, you clean up nicely Aria."

"Thanks," I mumble, her exotic skin complimented her dress consummately. "Is there someone you're trying to impress?" I ask her, she blushes as she looks back towards a guy with curly hair, he was cute.

"We've been dancing for hours, he even offered to drop me home." she smiles, I wasn't too sure about that guy but then again I'm not sure about anyone.

"I need your help."

Anna looks at me for a second. "With what?" she says, her mouth filled with chips.

"The Kings, they're not moving from their seats." I tell her, Anna looks over to find the trio speaking calmly with each other, it irritated me how they acted like they owned everyone here.

"Don't worry, I know something that will make them move." she winks, walking off to God knows where. I shiver as I replay her awful wink, I should tell her to never do it again.

After several moments I notice them starting to get up from their seats, their fangirls seem to watch their every movement. I shudder, it must be horrible to have people watching your every move.

But isn't that what makes a game interesting, having an audience? It makes the thrill worth it, having an audience as I ruin the Kings would be ethereal.

I grab some punch and place it into my cup, accidentally ruining Carter Dean's expensive coat with this disgusting beverage will be a great show.

I purposely speed walk, pretending as if I wasn't aware of the people around me. When I spot him, I bump into him, as I bumped into him the contents of the drinks fell all over his expensive attire.

He froze on spot, not processing what happened. He tentatively looks up, meeting my gaze. He was mad, mad was in fact an understatement — Carter Dean was livid.

His hand grips my wrist tightly, this was exactly the reaction I wanted. "Do you know how much this costs?" he growls, his brown eyes melting into mine.

"No clue." I say calmly, not affected by his anger. This seems to fuel his anger, he tightens his hold on my wrist; throwing the cup that held no more punch.

"More than your worth, your home, your clothes, this coat could pay off your student loan." he says dangerously close to my ear, the proximity was heated indeed but it takes a lot of effort to make me flustered.

"I've never met such stupid individual who wears a coat this expensive to a high school party, honestly what were you expecting?" I mimic his tone, mocking him ever so slightly.

Carter clenches his well chiselled jaw. His eyes revealed inferno, I was going to make him burn — shatter him for who he is and he won't even realise it.

"Don't disrespect me darling, you wouldn't want to know the consequences." he spoke in a whisper dangerously.

I move closer towards him, my lips almost touching his. "What if I want to, what will you do then?" I felt his body tense slightly, it's nice to know he's affected by my actions.

He smirks, it was as if his anger vanished. "You have guts, this makes you seem more interesting." he brushes his hand against my lower thigh making me shiver from his heated touch.

"I've always been interesting, it's nice to know you've noticed it." I purse my lips, Carter's sultry gaze was attractive, it makes sense why he's admired by various people in this school.

"Don't get too comfortable, darling." Carter says before pushing me against the wall. I hate to admit his actions were attractive as hell.

Before he could do anything else I push him back, throwing him completely off guard. "I'd say the same for you, you should know better than to push a girl against a wall." I say smugly, showing him that his actions didn't affect me at all.

Carter's smirk grows deeper. "Don't girls have such kinks?"

"Don't get too ahead of yourself."

"I know how to pleasure a girl, some girls like it rough and some girls don't — you darling, seem to like it rough." he comments, pulling out a handkerchief, to wipe the punch off his expensive coat.

"I have a damn name." I murmur, being called darling by someone like Carter wasn't pleasant. But he made it seem attractive, damn him for being a guy of charms.

"What's your name darling?" he says nonchalantly, placing his handkerchief back into the pocket of his coat. Tch, rich people.

"Aria." I respond, his eyes darken.

"You know who I am, don't you Aria?" Carter queries, the way my name came out of his mouth was weird. Maybe I got used to him calling me darling.

"Of course I do, you're a King."

Carter nods his head, he enjoyed the recognition. "You know what a King does when he's disrespected?" he asks calmly.

"No."

He makes his way closer towards me, a strand of his brown hair touches my forehead.

"He shatters a person."

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so what are your opinions on the first king, carter dean?