RUBY
Austin stood behind me with a frown on his face. Or was it a scowl?
I was dressed in the outfit Troy had picked out for the ceremony even though I had insisted on staying away from it.
And I had a look of my own that equally matched Austin's. A frown. A scowl. Something disgusted by the mere idea of having to be around and mingle with the same people who had watched me suffer. Some of them laughing then, a few with a pity expression on their faces. And not one of them stepping out to help me. Or to stand up for me.
Yet he expected me to smile and make small talks with them. Fuck them. Fuck him.
I rose to my feet abruptly then, deciding that the only reason I was going to get through with this was because he had promised to make it up to me. Otherwise, I would have burned this dress the second it landed on my bed. I could still burn it. It was absurd of an outfit for someone disinterested in the activity that was about to happen.
