As astonishingly-glamorous the ball looked - and, from what Alexandros saw - it was, without a doubt set up in a way that was far more expensive than most high school dances were, that's not where Alexandros' eyes fell when he and Audrey had made their grand entrance. The various, red and pink hues blended with white lights created from the heart-shaped ball that hung from the ceiling had illuminated Audrey in a flattering image, those same hues reflecting off of her glittery, glamorous dress, bringing even more attention to her. The way the light reflected had Alexandros looking at her and nobody but her.
When they made their way into the center of the ballroom, that gave Alexandros the perfect position to see just exactly who was here and how they were handling themselves. While he certainly wasn't surprised by the variety of those seemed to show up with each other, what had the male teen somewhat surprised was how many people he knew from his own social circle and the extended branches seemed to be warily glancing his way. Still, to this day, most thought it weird that someone like Alexandros, who up until just a few months ago, was the guy who had a different girl under his arm every week -sometimes with more than just one. He knew this because they failed at whispering behind his back. He heard them speak and honestly? Alexandros enjoyed knowing he was the topic of their dull conversation
Flowing through the ballroom with as much grace as they possibly could, Alexandros noticed Audrey's pack of disapproving ladies waiting for her to break from him long enough to, what he assumed, was to tell them about the latest. After all, regardless if it was the politically correct thing to do, he knew girls liked to gossip. It was okay because he saw his boys waiting by the punch bowl.
Walking up to them as casually as he could, Alexandros saw just how comfortable the pack of his brothers from other mothers were with each other. If it wasn’t for the known fact that each of them from Nicholas Belmonte to Chance Sinclair were arrogant womanizers like he was, Alexandros would’ve thought they were circle jerking each other in the triangle formation they always took. “Nicky, I thought you weren’t going to show up. Something about your stepmom having a meltdown with her lack of nosejobs.”
The witty, jokester of what most in Beverly Hills High refer to as The BDSM Club (partly because of their sexual reputations), cracked a smile at Alexandros. “And miss you look like a whipped bitch with that fine piece of ass you came with? Get the fuck out of here, man,” Nick smiled, laughing as he and the others nudged each other, who also laughed.
“Seriously though, Lexi, what is up with you and that Huntsberg girl? I thought you would’ve dumped her already. Or at least knocked her up,” Johnny chimed in, admitting the grim truth that not everyone was willing to state. Luckily for Alexandros, Johnny Dixon never spared him the truth. Perhaps that was why of the three, he and John were the closest.
Alexandros had chuckled, taking his rightful place next to the only non-brunette of the group, Chance as he took a red cup and poured some punch into it. As his lips met the red, fruity liquid, the surprise of the taste of Russian vodka was a pleasant one. “You know full well that myself and Audrey are quite serious, Johnny-boy. As for knocking her up, I learned my lesson after that bullet I dodged with--uh, what was her name?” Alexandros tried to recall the name of Principle Anderson’s former secretary. “Oh right, Janice.”
“Didn’t you slip it to her good?” Chance asked, curious, though he mostly like teasing his boy, Alex, about it.
“Once, but that’s not what I was going to say,” Alexandros said, taking another sip of his punch, “she hit me up last week. Something about thinking she was pregnant with my child. I..was not expecting to hear from her again, but turns out it wasn’t my child.”
“Whose was it?” Nick asked.
Alexandros offered a shrug in return. “Hell if I know. Once I knew for certain it wasn’t mine, I told her never to call me again, or I’d tell Audrey. Well, I told her anyway.”
“Oh damn! How’d she take it?” Johnny asked, curious as all hell.
He said nothing in return, though Alexandros let his smirk speak for itself.
“Fuck Alex! You really know how to get bitches to see to your way of thinking, don’t you?”
Though he usually let Nick’s comments slide because he knew how oh-so immature he was, this was something he wasn’t going to slide. “Nicky, you’re one of my oldest friends, but if you don’t watch how you speak about Audrey, we’re going to have a problem,” he warned Nickolas sternly, returning his blue eyes to the view of Audrey with her own friends.
There was a moment of uncomfortable silence. Nick wasn’t usually so quiet, but in the rare moment that Alexandros gave him a not-so-subtle threat, which Alex didn’t do often. To the surprise of many, he was relatively friendly with his boys, but as of late, he has become fiercely protective over the way they casually talked about Audrey. He understood they were the same entitled fucks that he grew up with and with that came with some attitude adjustments that had yet to be made, but Alexandros wasn’t as tolerant to it as he was when he and Audrey were just fooling around, but ever since Thanksgiving at her house, he was really starting to develop genuine feelings for her. It was a little scary for Alex if he was being honest, but it was something the teen welcomed with open arms.
After another moment, the silence was broken. “So, are you two like an item now? Like a legit boyfriend-girlfriend couple?” Johnny asked, prompting the other two to give Alex their full attention.
He had to think about that for a long moment. Were they really that far into their relationship? They had been dating for a few months, of course, but was it really that far along that Alexandros could answer any question related to that with ‘yes’? He honestly didn’t know what the answer to that was until he looked over at Audrey with her friends. She looked so beautiful and had such a radiant glow about her. Even if she might’ve puffed up a bit, Alexandros didn’t mind it. She had a mouth and was opinionated more than anyone he knew. She was arrogant, but so was he. She was confident in herself and he loved that about her.
After he thought on it, Alexandros found himself smiling and not in his usual arrogant sort. “I suppose that we are.” He replied quite simply. There really was no other way to put it. When he thought about Audrey, it was how someone who was falling in love thought about their romantic partner. Alexandros Mossos was falling in love with Audrey Huntsberg.