4: Dinner
1983 Words
"Henry!" I squealed after answering the incoming video call from him. "Gosh, we haven't had a video call in like forever." I pushed the laptop to rest against a pillow, laid with my tummy on the bed, rested my elbows on the bed as well to push my chin upwards with my palms.
"I know." His ocean blue eyes beamed with delight. He was munching something.
"What are you eating?" My legs were thrown up in the air and dancing slowly with excitement.
"Chips." He took a handful of chips, threw it into his mouth.
"Oh, okay. You've had your meal this evening?"
"It's Saturday evening so I just got back from…" he trailed off, averting his gaze from the screen like he was thinking of something. "I just got back from hanging out with friends." He said with a playful roll of his eyes.
"How's college?" I noticed how his blonde hair was disheveled above his head like he had gotten into a fight with someone. My Henry was a cool-a*s, the most gentle and peaceful dude that ever lived; I was certain that he could never get into a fight for any reason.
"College's great. It's just incomplete without you." I could feel my face flush red at that.
"Aw, thank you! I miss you so much too." I pouted, letting a feeling of sadness wash over me. I missed being with him after school, we attended the same High School till he graduated two years ago. We officially became boyfriend and girlfriend three years ago, while he was in 11th grade, then we had to break up after his graduation since he was leaving for Canada.
A few months fter the break up, I dated a dumb dude who was in the 12th grade, for almost a year (I preferred to date seniors). I broke up with the moron because— it just didn't make sense anymore. I met Henry again 7 months ago. We agreed to this long-distance relationship, though it's torturous for me.
"I miss you more." He chuckled. "By the way, how's that dumb High School of yours?" He took a sip of the glass cup of water he took from something I couldn't see.
"It's dumb,l as you know, I can't wait to get done with this." I moaned. "It's frustrating. I'll love to study with you in the same College." I beamed.
"Nope." he stated outrightly.
"Why not?" I furrowed my eyebrows.
"We'll get distracted. As you know, I take my education seriously. I'd really love to spend all the time in the World with you but there'd be no time to study." He shrugged, returning the glass cup of water.
"Henry—" I was cut off by the sound of my door that was kicked open.
Nora barged in like she had the right to.
"Nora! What in the name of privacy do you not understand?!" I snapped, sitting up on the bed.
"Lexi, they're here!" She announced aloud. My face froze at that. It immediately travelled to my brain to understand who "they" meant. The Dawson's were here? That meant— Jax was also here.
I jumped to my feet, fidgeting. What was I already so nervous about?
"Alexia, what's going on?" Henry's worried voice from the laptop reminded me that I hadn't ended the call.
Nora shut the door behind her and advanced towards me. "Hurry up." She insisted.
I knelt on the bed, forced a smile at Henry. "Bye Camera, I'll speak with you later."
"Wait! I have something to—" I didn't let him complete his sentence, immediately blew an air-kiss to him and ended the call.
"We have to get you dressed asap. You wouldn't want to look so ugly." She eyed me with irritation.
"Hey!" I slapped her shoulder.
She laughed shortly, wearing her serious face again. "So… let's get you dressed. Dad would be so mad at you if you're too late."
"Whatever, it's not like I want to be at this dinner party or dinner." I rolled my eyes. "I'm only doing this to please Dad. They shouldn't know that I'd decline this so-called Marriage, till it's the right time." I smirked, imagining their expressions when I spell it to their faces that I won't do it.
Nora and I searched my Wardrobe for what I could wear. We finally agreed to go with the Wine-colored A-line, with a matching pair of black cone heels. I didn't see the point of the heels since it was in our dining room but I didn't dare to argue with Nora.
Nora, being the professional she was at fashion, did my makeup, transforming me to the best goddess ever.
"Wow! Nora, you should really be a Worldwide makeup artist. You're good at it." I praised, turning face to its side to check it out.
"Yeah… I'll think about it." She half-shrugged.
She braided my brown curly hair into whatever style that was. I cared less about the name of the hairstyle. All that mattered to me was that I looked beautiful.
"Wow! I'm fabulous." She praised herself as she stared at me. I slipped out my favorite heart earrings and necklace pendant which Henry had given to me as a gift, and wore it.
"I'll run downstairs to announce that you're ready!" She squealed. "You mustn't take too much time." I wondered why she was so excited about this. She obviously liked the idea of me getting to know Jax so I wasn't going to reject the future wedding.
She removed the hair band that held her french roll in place, shaking her brown curly hair out. "Come downstairs in two minutes, okay?" With that, she left the room.
I rolled my eyes at her, still admiring myself in the dressing mirror.
After what was probably two minutes later, I rose to my feet and walked out of the room, ambled down the stairs.
"Thank goodness, here she is." Dad announced with relief as I got to the dining. Wait— did he really think I wasn't going to come? Nice…
Jax's Frost orbs were the first eyes my eyes made contact with. They made me wonder if he was wearing contact lenses. His black hair was gelled in a different style than it frequently was. He was dressed in a black T-shirt, I couldn't see what type of trousers he wore since the table covered his lower half. He had the most boring look on, obviously not interested in being here. His full lips were pressed against each other, his trimmed jawline was firm and… I just had to admit that he looked hot!
The only empty space was the one beside him, that was obviously where I had to sit. My blood froze at short intervals at the thought of sitting so close to him. I gulped, turned around the table so I could have my seat, beside the DEVIL!
"So… this is Lexi Jenn." The happy-looking man who had little grey hair with his dark brown hair smiled. He had electric blue eyes, very beautiful. It was obvious that he was Jax's father, the resemblance was present. "I'm Edward Dawson and this is my wife, Mitchell Dasson." He introduced, pointing to the black-haired woman that looked like she was in her early 20's. She had ice blue eyes too and the flashy black dress she wore made her smooth white skin glow.
"Not so bad," Mitchell huffed, scanning my entire body with a displeased look. Until now, I didn't notice the petite maid that fanned her with a furry hand fan. So dramatic. I almost rolled my eyes.
"It's such a great thing to meet you today. I'm certain your parents must have told you about the contract." His blissful demeanor made me like him in an instant. He sounded so pure and warming.
I was forced to smile back at him. "Yes, sir." I nodded.
"I want to assure you that—"
Mitchell cut him off rudely. "It's because of the contract. My son knows the type of ladies he loves but in order to avoid demolishing of great achievements, we have to go with this." She flared her nose, squeezing her fully painted lips. I didn't have a liking for her, like Jax. She seemed too proud for Edward, and to handle. Like Mother, like stupid son.
"Can we start eating already? I'm hungry." Ava's voice filled the room.
"Exactly!" Jax muttered, rolling his eyes. What was his problem? I frowned so hard. I wondered if I was ever going to stop hating him. I disliked proud people who felt like they were the best of all. His Mom was already included in my list starting now.
After minutes of eating out food in absolute silence, except the sound of plates and other dumb items...
"Are we going to let them have a discussion or something, alone?" Mom raised the topic. I shot a glare at her, warning her that she was surely going to face my wrath for bringing this up.
She ignored me, staring between the adults for approval.
"No!" Mitchell frowned. "Jax would like to—"
Edward was quick to cut her off. "Sure, after eating, they'd do just that." He approved, with an angelic smile.
"I was also going to suggest that." Dad chuckled, glanced at me. I flared my nose at him, causing him to quickly look away.
Talk to Jax? Alone? What was I going to say? 'Oh Jax, I hate you so much and feel like plucking those somewhat hot-looking frost eyes out with a fork!'
There was no way that could happen . I was going to suffocate by being alone with Jax. What the hell was this nonsense? I had to find an escape from this.
Lord, help me out! I internally prayed.
Oh, Ensley could be of help. I could call her to plan how she'd fake an emergency or…
I was drawn out of my thoughts pool by the sound of the doorbell that reverberated throughout the entire house.
I jumped to my feet, slamming my hands on the table. "I'll get the door!" I shouted for no good reason. Everyone on the table flinched at my action and poor Nora's spoon that was on a journey to convey the food on it to her mouth, fell from her hand at that, pouring the food on her extremely fancy dress.
"Lexi!" She barked, growling at me.
"Nora, it's okay. It's just a dress." Mom said to her with a serious tone. Mom knew how crazy she could get over the slightest issue. She could probably ruin the dinner at that and it meant a lot to Mom as it seemed.
"Lexi, you don't have to get the door." Dad reminded me of that fact, like I didn't know already.
"No, it's not a problem at all. I'll get the door." I faked a smile. Holy cows knew how much I could do anything to leave here and avoid having a private conversation with Jax. Sitting beside him was so much of a problem to me. Getting the door was a good excuse, a bit.
"Any of the Maids can do that." Dad deepened his voice.
"I know, they also need a break sometimes. So…" I pushed my chair backwards so I could freely get out. I scuttled to the Front door of the house where whoever it was by the other side of the door wasn't ready to stop ringing the damn doorbell.
I unlocked the door and turned the door handle, pulling the heavy door inwards.
"Wh—" my word or sentence had to come to a stop when the figure that stood by the opened door happened to be Henry. Why was he here?! And at such a wrong time?
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