Chapter 4 My date is the hot playboy!

Ivy’s POV

Anger brewed in me as I watched the scarf I'd knitted burning on the ground. I hadn’t slept all night while making it for my date, but now it was ruined.

“Why did you do that?” I demanded, glaring at Demi. “I made that for my date.”

“Date?” she scoffed. “Who would be foolish enough to be your partner? Is he brave enough to go against me?”

“Not everyone is afraid of you,” I told her. “I wouldn't want to go with any of those cowards who tuck their tails between their legs in front of you.”

“Is that so? Who is your brave knight? Huh? Who is it who agreed to be the dance partner to a country bumpkin like you?”

“I’m curious too,” Casey said. “You must have lied about your identity. Anyone who knows you knows better.”

“She must have hired some dude from outside school,” Stacy said.

“You are right,” Annie agreed.

“If that's so, I hate to break it to you, but outsiders are not allowed to our prom,” Demi said.

“You are lying,” I called her out. “I've seen many students enter the ballroom with outsiders.”

“They are members of the pack, so they have special privilege. You are not a member of Twilight Pack, are you?”

I grind my teeth in frustration. There was no such rule. But Demi was the daughter of Twilight Pack’s Beta. If she wanted to deny me entrance into the ballroom, even the teachers would side with her.

Demi stepped closer to me, narrowing her eyes. “Are you empty headed? I've told you we don't want you here, and yet you keep showing your ugly face. I've been nice until now, but not anymore.”

“You are not even the Alpha’s daughter, but you act like you own the place,” I retorted. “I'm not going anywhere, deal with it.”

She sneered. “Let's see about that.”

She raised her hands and clapped twice. A few moments later, two security guards appeared. Demi pointed at me. “Drag her out, she is not invited to the prom.”

“I'm a student here, and I have the right to be here!”

The two security guards stepped in front of me. “Come with us.”

“No. I didn't do anything wrong.”

Without another word, they stepped forward, each grabbing my arm. I fought against them, but my strength was nothing compared to theirs.

Effortlessly, they dragged me away from the venue.

“Lock her up in the security room,” Demi instructed. “She was trying to sabotage the party and should be investigated.”

What?

“That's not true!” I yelled, panic setting in. Throwing me out was one thing, locking me up was another. What if Sean showed up and I wasn't around? I couldn't stand him up when he was doing me such a huge favour.

As the guards pulled me away, a loud rumble filled the air. Everybody's attention shifted from us to the sound. When I looked, I saw a red Ferrari pulling up to the venue.

The door opened and a tall man dressed in a tuxedo stepped out.

I blinked as my eyes took in his face.

It was Sean. The Sean that Zoe had shown me.

Holy cow, how was it possible that he looked even hotter in real life?

He was at least 6’3”. His blond hair was slicked back, exposing his thick brows. His skin glowed under the night lights, giving him an ethereal appearance.

His tuxedo fit him like a glove, accentuating his well-built body, wide shoulders, and long legs.

I noticed then that Demi and her entourage, and everyone else, looked stunned.

Sean walked from the car and came towards me and the two guards. It was then I noticed that the guards had also frozen in place.

“Let her go,” Sean said, his voice the exact same as I had heard over the phone. My stomach felt hot all of a sudden. Was Zoe's Sean my Sean?

The guards did not hesitate. They quickly let go of me and stepped back.

Sean gave me an apologetic smile. “Ivy, right?”

I swallowed hard and nodded, struck speechless.

He was ridiculously handsome.

“I'm so sorry for arriving late,” he apologised. “Has the party started?”

I blinked. Then I shook my head. Then I muttered, “No.” Gathering my wits, I repeated, “No, it hasn't.”

“Great!” Then, he put his arm around my waist. “Shall we?”

Shall we what?

He smiled at me gently and steered me towards the ballroom. He must have thought I was airheaded.

I could as well be. My brain was having a hard time registering the fact that the popular guy Zoe talked about was in fact my date.

We made it inside the ballroom when Demi's shriek stopped us.

“Sean! What are you doing?” she demanded, rushing to block our path. She nailed me with a venomous glare. “Do you have any idea who she is?”

“Yes,” Sean told her. “She is my date.”

“That's impossible!” she shouted. “Why would you go to prom with someone like her? She is a wolfless nobody from god knows where. No boy at school wanted to go to the prom with her. How can a werewolf of your stature be her date?”

My hand curled into itself, nails digging into flesh. Demi had ruined all my chances of getting a date tonight. I'd just not thought she'd also ruin this for me.

So far, everybody had been influenced by her, treating me like an outcast.

Looking at Sean, he could go to prom with any girl he wanted. He must have been simply curious when he agreed to be my date.

Now that Demi had told him the truth about me, would he turn against me like all the others?