Chaotic (Imperfect Perfection) - By C.A. Williams Page 0,4

as her lower lip trembled and had to roll my eyes.

She had a total thing for Ian but had never done anything about it for whatever reason. Maybe because I hadn’t ever dated him. I should leave her with a nice parting gift and pull Ian into one of the extra bedrooms. Soon enough, she would be gone though and would probably forget about Ian and me.

As expected, Ian returned with another drink, and Marley and Madison both stood up to leave us alone. He sat down next to me, totally invading my personal space, and I quickly drained another shot, knowing I would need it for sure.

“You’re looking fucking sexy tonight, Adelaide. That dress should be illegal.” Ian whispered into my ear, his warm breath blowing onto my face and I could only guess how much he had to drink before we got there.

Ian wasn’t a bad looking guy, he looked like the All-American with his closely cut blond hair, deep-brown eyes, and bleached-white teeth. But he wanted one thing, just like the rest of them, and that made me cringe. But it also offered me an escape, one that oddly seemed to fill the hole in my chest.

“Oh this? Just something I threw on, I’m glad you like it.” I fingered the clingy red material that was cut short and just covered all of the goods. With my lightly tanned skin, I knew it was the perfect color for me. I had a nice body, after years of working with a trainer at my mother’s insistence, and you could see every inch of that with this dress on.

His hand moved to my bare thigh and I instantly stiffened, but pasted a fake smile on my face. “You want to get out of here and go up to my room? I think we could make things a whole lot more interesting with a private party, don’t you think?”

“Mmm hmm,” I murmured as he tugged me up, and I followed behind him, waving at people as I went. I was abruptly stopped as soon as we entered the hallway, and twirled around, instantly meeting a set of familiar robin-egg blue eyes. I hadn’t seen him in almost a year but he still gave me that gut wrenching feeling every time.

Chris.

Great.

“Could I talk to you for a second, Addy? Please?” He ran a nervous hand through his perfectly gelled blond hair and watched me intently, as I wagered in my head what exactly to do.

Ian stood stiffly behind me, obviously pissed that we had gotten interrupted but backed up quickly when Chris turned and glared his way. Chris had a few good inches on Ian and could easily take him if it came to that.

What a winner you are, Ian.

Chris and I had started dating at the end of our sophomore year. Our relationship had been different, unlike any other one I had before, and I truthfully thought, like some stupid teenager, that we would be together forever.

He was a jock, not someone that I would normally date. Did I really want to be put on the back burner when it came to sports? Don’t think so. But Chris was always sweet, surprising me with odd dates that I would never expect and always being a perfect gentleman.

We had a lot in common, when it came to our parents, and they were all overjoyed that we were dating, often going out as families to the country clubs. Things started to change during the summer though.

While the whole school thought I was far from a virgin, they all guessed wrong. Chris, at first, was fine with things going slow, but after awhile started to pressure me. We had ended things, well more like me, right at the end of our senior year, and I had been avoiding him ever since as much as I could. It turned out to be pretty easy since he had gone away for school but he always came back every summer.

I figured I might as well get this over with. After tomorrow I wouldn’t have to see him or anyone else for a while. “Fine, Chris.” I huffed out. “Ian, I’ll meet you in a minute, ‘kay?” I gave him a sweet smile before turning an angry glare back to Chris. “Okay, you have like two minutes. I’m a little busy if you couldn’t tell, so get on with it.”

“Addy, why do you have to be like this? And why the hell do you have to do