"Seriously, Em. Can we please sit down for a bit?" I asked, hopping from one foot to another to soothe my aching feet.
"Not yet. We've barely gone to any stores." Emily replied.
I glared at the back of her head. We had been walking for almost three hours already and my legs were seriously going numb.
"We've been walking for hours. I need a break." I insisted.
"You had a break when I was trying on my dresses. There were couches in the dressing room." My little sister said dismissively. I scowled at the fact that she seemed to forget that every one of the couches had been occupied already.
"How many dresses do you need? It's an eighth grade dance, not the Oscars." I said grouchily.
She laughed and shot me an incredulous look, "Uh, seriously, Blake? Just because you don't care about how you look, doesn't mean I don't." she said, gazing at my outfit and curling her lip in disgust, "You should at least try not to dress like a boy."
I looked down at my outfit and frowned. What was wrong with the way I dressed? A plain T-shirt and jeans. Simple as that, no one really needs more than that. Maybe the fact that my thirteen year old sister had more fashion sense than me should've bothered me, but it didn't. Not really.
Okay, maybe it did. But only a little bit.
I glanced at the shopping bags in her hand and wondered where she ever got the money to afford so many clothes. I was the one who had a job, and yet, I still managed to stay broke. Maybe it was the fact that my mother always gave her money stating:
"She's a young girl, let her live. Besides, Blake, you have a job, you have your own finances solved."
Only, my mother also seemed to leave out the part where she told me to buy groceries with my own money. Well, talk about annoying mother-daughter similarities. And besides, I was the responsible one. I was the one in highschool as a senior, shouldn't my mother be nicer to me? After all, I was going to leave in less than a year. Yeah, you know what she had said to my sister when she heard about the dance?
"Honey, here's some money, you should buy yourself a nice dress. Make your last year of middle school count!"
Sweet, right? You know what she had said when I told her I had been accepted into two Ivy League universities?
"Oh, hon, I'm so proud of you! Now, can you go do the dishes?"
Yeah, sweet my ass.
"Oh, look! A sale!" Emily exclaimed.
I rolled my eyes and followed her into the said store and plopped down on a cushioned chair as she scoured the racks for more dresses.
"Hold these." She demanded as she passed by me on the way to the dressing rooms, pushing her shopping bags at me. I glared, but took the bags nonetheless and set them on the floor, tapping my foot impatiently.
A minute later, Emily stepped out clad in a deep purple dress that was actually quite flattering on her. She pursed her lips at her reflection in the full-length mirror and flipped her hair over her shoulder dramatically before flashing herself a smile, then turning to me, she said:
"How is this one?"
"It's nice." I replied honestly.
She huffed and glared at me, "Never mind. You're no help." She said, "No wonder you don't get any boys." Then she turned and closed the dressing room stall door with a startlingly loud bang!.
Well, can you say bitchy?
"This might take a while." She shouted, "I have a lot to try on."
I rolled my eyes and glanced at the clock, "Well, I don't care. Just don't make me late for work." I called back.
"Whatever." I heard her voice carry over to where I sat.
I had been sitting there for a while when Emily finally re-emerged in a bright blue dress. "Do you think blue is my color?" she asked, not glancing at me.
I rolled my eyes but didn't bother answering.
"Shoot. My lip gloss is messed up." She said huffily, leaning in close to the mirror. She turned and disappeared into the dressing rooms again, presumably to grab her lip gloss.
I stood up to stretch when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Hm?" a questioning noise escaped my lips and I turned around, only to meet a pair of lips on mine. My eyes widened as the guy ran his tongue along my bottom lip before pulling away. He was already walking away, but he turned and flashed me a quick smirk before turning and running back in the direction he had come from, weaving through the crowded store.
From my brief glance at his face, the first thing I noticed was that he was seriously hot. He had tousled brown hair and blue eyes that I was certain had the ability to make any girl melt before him.
I shook my head and pressed my fingers to my lips in disbelief. Had that just happened?
I wasn't ugly. I considered myself as a fairly average pretty, but that wasn't the point. I was a virgin, I had never had a kiss before this, I had never even had a boyfriend before and now, out of nowhere, a freakishly hot guy grabs me and kisses me?
I was still in a state of shock when Emily came out in her normal clothes, lip gloss perfectly done.
"Blake?" she asked. "What's wrong with you?"
I shook my head and slowly turned back to her, taking my hand away from my lips, "Nothing." I said, "Nothing at all."
She shot me a strange look and we left the store after she informed me that she wouldn't be purchasing anything.
So, first, a guy I don't know steals my first kiss, and second, my sister agrees to leave a store empty handed. Hm. Talk about strange.
"Blake! That's so—so—" Sharron broke off and squinted at me, "—scandalous!"
I shook my head and laughed, putting on my work apron, "What are you talking about? He kissed me. I didn't even have time to respond."
This time, it was Sharron who laughed, "That's rich, Blake. You've been dreaming about your Prince Charming for how long? And then suddenly, King Hot swoops in and plants a sucker right on your mouth!" she exclaimed, hands flying in wild random hand gestures.
I raised my eyebrows at her dramatics, "King Hot?"
She shrugged and put a finger up, mouthing one minute, please, to the customer who was waiting at the other side of the counter. "Hey, it was the only thing I could think of. You know, Prince Charming. What could top it besides King Hot?"
I shook my head, "Whatever, Shar. It's not like I'm going to see him again." I said, proceeding to help the customer.
"Hello, sir. How may I help you?" I asked politely.
"Two mini-apple pies, please." He replied, pointing to the pies through the glass display shelf.
"Sure." I said, grabbing two of them with the tongs and putting them in a paper bag.
"It's a sign!" Sharron whispered into my ear as I bagged the pies.
"A sign. Like, it means something." She said.
"I still don't understand." I replied, walking to the register, "$3.65." I said, directing my words to the customer and my glare to Sharron.
"Something big is going to happen! With your love life!" she burst, forgetting to whisper.
The man looked amused as he handed me a five dollar bill.
I swatted her arm, desperately trying to push away my urge to collapse into insane giggles at her outburst, "I promise you," I said to the man, "We're not crazy. She probably had too much coffee this morning." I said, handing him his change.
He nodded, pursing his lips as if he were trying to contain a laugh.
"You can laugh." I said as his receipt was printing, "Really, you can. As long as you're laughing at her, not me."
He smiled and then chuckled when I ripped the receipt from the machine and handed it to him along with the bag of pies, "Have a good day, sir."
"You too, girls." He said.
Once he was out the door, my giggles spilled out to the point where I was clutching my stomach and grasping the counter for support. Sharron wiped some tears from her eyes when we had finally stopped laughing.
"Gosh, Shar. Look what you did." I mock scolded, "Now the whole bakery knows that I have love life problems." I said, gesturing to the nonexistent crowd in the store.
"Oops." She said, pretending to look sorry.
"You know what?" I said, "Maybe that was a sign. Maybe I'll find my Prince Charming."
"There's three more months of senior year, Blake. Make it count." Sharron replied.
I nodded, "Yeah, you never know, right?"
"But, how can you change my schedule now? There's only three months of school left!" I said.
"Yes, well, you have all the same classes, just in a different order. Your teachers are the same too." My counselor replied, pointing to the newly printed schedule in my hand.
"But—" I started. This meant I would have a different lunch period from Sharron. We had always had the same lunch period.
"You'll do just fine, Blake. Now go to class or you'll be late to first period." She said.
I nodded mutely and got up to leave.
I had math first period now. Who wants math as a first period? This sucked.
I entered the room and gave a hesitant wave to Ms. Blaraga. "Yes, Blake?" she asked.
"Oh, uh, they changed my schedule so I have you for first period now." I informed her.
"Really?" she asked, checking her computer, "Oh, that's right. Something about a new student in order to get his requested classes." She said. "Let me check my seating chart to see where I can put you."
I nodded and surveyed the classroom. It was mostly empty, since the bell hadn't rung yet, but there were a few students already situated at their desks.
"There's an empty seat right here." Ms. Blaraga said, walking over to a desk near the back. She tapped it for emphasis and returned to the front of the room, and resumed preparing her lesson.
I slid into the seat and pulled out my notebook and pen, then proceeded to wait patiently for the bell to ring. For once, the bell didn't try to test my patience as it rang about two minutes later. The other students filed into the classroom and I watched as the room slowly began to fill. Every seat but the one to my right was occupied when the late bell rang.
Then, I heard a quiet cough from the front of the room. I lifted my gaze from my notebook to the front, and met the gaze of none other than King Hot. My eyes widened and his did too before his calm demeanor returned and he introduced himself to the teacher.
"Ah, Mr. Wes. You're new here, is that correct?" Ms. Blaraga asked.
He nodded and she pointed in my direction, "You may sit right there, next to Blake, the girl in the blue shirt."
"Thank you." He said, before walking toward me. I swallowed and looked down at my notebook again, although I wasn't writing anything down.
"Hey." He said as he sat down. His voice was low and smooth sounding. It was… sexy.
"Hi." I replied, relieved when I sounded nonchalant as opposed to my churning insides. Maybe he didn't recognize me. Maybe he had a bet with his friends and grabbed a random girl without glancing at my face.
"I'm Brian, by the way." He said.
I nodded, "Blake."
He smiled and suddenly, my knees felt weak. Good thing I was sitting down, "I know, Ms. Blaraga said that."
I pursed my lips and nodded, "Right."
I glanced at the board and was relieved to see that the lesson was the same as the one from yesterday. This period was probably a bit behind than the one I had been in previously. I sighed and relaxed a little in my seat. It wasn't like I could concentrate now, anyway.
"How'd you enjoy the kiss?" his deep voice penetrated my brain and I jumped a little before turning red.
I chose to ignore his question, "You're new here?"
He replied, "Just transferred."
I raised my eyebrows, "There are only three months until graduation." I pointed out.
He merely shrugged, "My parents like a change of scenery once in a while. Didn't like my old school anyway."
"Oh." I studied him from the corner of my eye. He was definitely hot. I had noticed that from the first time I saw him on Saturday. There was no doubt he'd be snatched up by the popular crowd by the end of the day. But at the same time, his vibe was slightly confusing. He could easily pass as a prep or a bad boy. He had a long nose, high cheekbones and a well-defined jaw line. His looks nearly made me swoon.
It was silent between us for a while, but neither of us were particularly engrossed in the lesson.
"Why—why did you kiss me?" I asked curiously, deciding to break the silence. And besides, he had stolen my first kiss—not that I was complaining—but I thought I had the right to know why. It was either a bet or a dare.
Or maybe he was just downright stupid and decided to kiss a random girl just for the hell of it.
He laughed, "It was a dare." He said, confirming my suspicions.
I nodded. "So the dare was to kiss a girl? Doesn't seem like you'd have any problems with that." I said.
He looked amused, "No, the dare was to grab a random hot chick and kiss her."
A random hot chick. The statement made me feel strangely good about myself. "You think I'm—"
"Miss Flaggen, I understand that Mr. Wes is new here, but I must insist you have proper introductions outside of my class. Perhaps you two can talk during lunch break. I do not appreciate disruptions in my classroom." Ms. Blaraga said pointedly.
I nodded and clamped my mouth shut while Brian sniggered next to me. I discreetly smacked his arm.
Damn, those biceps. I thought to myself after I had hit him. Get a hold of yourself, Blake! My mind screamed. He's just a hot guy. No need to lose your cool!
When the bell rang a while later, I stood and grabbed my belongings. I had just exited the classroom when I felt a hand on my elbow.
I turned to see Brian falling into step beside me. "Um, hi." I said awkwardly.
He nodded, "So you were saying in class…?" he said.
"I—" I blushed, "Nothing, it was stupid."
"Tell me." He urged.
"Um, you think I'm… hot?" I asked. He had said a 'random hot chick.' I wanted to know. No one had ever called me hot before, probably because I wasn't.
"Yes." He answered without hesitation.
I felt my face burn, but in a good way. "Well, awkward as it sounds, thanks." I said.
He grinned, "I speak the truth."
I laughed, relieved to discover that he was fairly easy to talk to.
"You think I'm hot?" he asked, sounding amused.
"Wh—What?" I stammered unattractively.
"In class you indirectly called me attractive. You said that it didn't seem like I would have a problem with getting girls." He said, looking me in the eye.
"Oh, um, yes?" I said. This was embarrassing.
"Then I'm flattered." He said with a grin, nudging my shoulder, "So, do you know where room E2 is?"
I smiled, "Yeah, that's where I'm going too."
Hey, this wasn't so bad.
"No, I'm not!" I denied, stamping my foot on the ground.
Sharron laughed and shook her head, "Admit it, Blake. You totally are."
"I am not klutzy! What made you think tha—" I broke off, mid-sentence when my foot caught onto something and I fell to the ground.
Sharron laughed from her place behind me, "My point exactly." She said.
"Ow." I mumbled, glaring. I looked around me to see what I had tripped on and gasped when my eyes found someone's leg. "Brian!" I whined, looking up at his smirking face, "That was not nice!"
Both he and Sharron laughed. "I'll be leaving you two." Sharron said with a wink.
I rolled my eyes. She had begun to tease me about liking Brian, which I don't! Or, I don't think so…
"Bye." I grumbled, crossing my arms across my chest but staying on the ground. I examined the scrape on my knee. "Thanks a lot." I said to Brian, pointing at the angry red mark.
"Whoops." He said with a chuckle before hauling me up.
"Thanks." I said, reluctantly thanking him when he helped steady me.
"So, where are you heading?" he asked, following me through the parking lot.
"Home." I said.
"You're walking?" he asked.
"Yup." I replied.
"Don't you have a car?" he said.
I nodded, "Mhm. But If I drive to school, it means I have to take Emily and I'd rather…. not." I said honestly. Brian nodded in understanding, he had met Emily before and was not particularly fond of her.
He chuckled, "I can take you home, if you want." He offered, pointing to a white car in the far corner of the parking lot.
I studied him for a moment before nodding, "Okay. Thanks, because, you know, my knee hurts every time I bend it now. It'd be a real pain to walk home."
His expression turned into one of guilt, "Sorry, I only meant it as a joke."
"It's okay. It doesn't really hurt. I was joking." I said as we began to walk to his car.
It had been about two weeks since Brian and I had 'met' at the mall and we had gotten progressively closer since. We had begun to hang out because of our same lunch periods. He had surprised me to be nothing like I had expected. Although he was still considered a prep by everyone, he was also super sweet—to me, at least. I knew he had tendencies to act like a dick to some people but those 'dick-like' tendencies never came through when I was with him.
He avoided the 'populars' like the plague but still managed to get girls to stick to him like glue. I admit it did get on my nerves when they follow him around like a group of lost puppies, but seriously, don't they get the hint?
Sharron was right about one thing: I was attracted to Brian. But that didn't mean anything! I was attracted to him, sure, but only physically. I couldn't help the fact that he was so hot, and super gorgeous, and sweet. And I couldn't change the fact that with his muscle tees and baggy jeans, he was some damn fine eye candy. Hell, he'd probably look good in a sack!
I shook my head when my thoughts swam somewhere near my discomfort zone.
"Thinking about something?" he asked, looking over at me from where he sat in the drivers' seat.
I smiled, "No."
"Okay, then. Keeping secrets, huh?" he joked.
"Totally." I replied.
He smiled and shook his head, but turned his gaze back to the road.
I openly stared at him, studying his sharp features.
He really was hot.
He laughed loudly, "What?"
I turned red, "Did I say something?"
"You just said I was hot. That's twice already." He said.
My face was positively burning now. "I didn't mean to say that out loud." I admitted.
"Ah, so you were thinking about me?" he asked, looking more and more amused by the second.
"Sure." I muttered, turning away from him so he would see my red face.
"Blake Reina Flaggen," he began, and I winced inwardly at my strange last name, "Are you falling for me?" he teased.
"Shut up!" I exclaimed, swatting him.
He chuckled, it was a deep, throaty, honest sound. I don't know how a laugh could sound honest, but it did, like he was genuinely amused by me. It was like… he enjoyed spending time with me. The thought made me feel warm inside, because, well… I liked spending time with him too.
Was that bad? Maybe I did like him, or maybe it was just because he was so sweet, but at the same time, I couldn't help but feel that our friendship was—or could be—much more than platonic.
A few minutes later, we reached my house and I stepped out of the car after a quick thank you.
I stood on my porch and waved while he drove away. I had been standing there for a moment before I realized Sharron was right. All the fluttery feelings I would get when he was around, my constant blushing and klutzy moments around him:
I had fallen for Brian Wes.
I entered my house in a slight daze as I pondered over my 'crush' on Brian. Maybe I was going crazy. I hoped not. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I made my way into the kitchen and greeted my mom. "Hey Mom." I said.
She gave me a nod before returning to her cooking and I shrugged to myself, already used to the minimal amount of attention.
I was walking to my room when Emily stepped into the hall out of her own room, blocking my way. "Hey Em." I said, shooting her a confused look. Emily and I were far from being 'BFFs.' We weren't close and avoided spending time with each other.
She looked surprised, astounded as she stared at me without replying. Her gaze was seriously unnerving. Okay, what was going on? "Um, are you okay?" I asked her.
"You—you like someone!" she exclaimed.
I took a step back from her in shock, "What? How would you even know?" I asked, obviously bewildered at her sudden declaration.
"I know these things, Blake. I can tell when someone's crushing on someone. It's so obvious—especially on you." She said smartly.
"Okay, so what if I like someone, then?" I asked.
"I can help you, if you want." She offered. I was stunned. My little sister just offered to help me. In all the thirteen years that Emily had been alive, neither one of us had ever offered to help one another. We would stick around for the family photos, sure, but other than that, we never conversed with each other than what was necessary.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I'm an expert on boys. And you really need the help." She replied.
I rolled my eyes, "Gee, thanks." I said sarcastically.
She sighed, "Okay, look, that's not what I meant, okay? It's just, this is the first time that I noticed you being into someone, and honestly, I'm glad that you do."
I blinked. For the first time in my life, my sister and I were on the road to a heart-to-heart. Stop right there! Let me breathe for a moment.
Okay, all good.
"Well… thanks, then?" I said, my voice still carrying traces of confusion.
"Can't you just let me help?" she asked, sounding frustrated, "Look, I just broke up with my boyfriend, and I really need to keep myself occupied."
I laughed, "About time you dumped that dickhead." I said. Her boyfriend, (now ex-boyfriend), was extremely shady. Sure, Emily and I didn't really get along, but I always have looked out for her.
"Thanks." She said dryly.
"Anyway," I said, shifting my weight from one foot to another, "I guess, I'll come to you if I ever need some help."
"Good." She said.
I nodded and we stood there for moment before she nudged me and said, "Hey, we're sisters right?"
I looked down at her, "Yeah." I confirmed, and just like that, A bond had formed between us, and honestly, it felt great.
"Hey, Blake?" Brian said, slinging his arm across my shoulders.
"Hm?" I asked, still engrossed in my homework.
"Want to go to prom with me?" he asked.
I stared at him for a moment before bursting into laughter. This had to be a joke.
"Not very nice there, Blake." He said wryly.
"I'm sorry." I choked through my laughs, "It's just, I'm pretty sure that was the most casual prom invitation ever."
"How about you just say yes already?" he asked.
I grinned. Over the past month, Brian and I had gotten closer than I had ever imagined possible. No, we weren't going out, but that didn't stop me from having hope. "What if I already have a date?" I managed to stay somewhat calm on the outside, but on the inside, I was screaming.
With joy of course. I mean, hello, Brian Wes just asked me to prom! Could my life get any better?
"I know you don't." he replied easily.
I gasped, slightly offended, "What? You don't think I can get a date?"
He chuckled, "No." he said, giving my shoulders a squeeze, "I meant that if you had a date, you would've told me by now."
I shrugged, "True."
"So, want to go?" he asked again, pulling two tickets out of his pocket and dangling them in front of my face. I grabbed them from his hands and stared at them.
"You bought them already?" I asked.
"Obviously." He replied.
"But what if you get rejected?" I joked.
"By you? I don't think so." He said.
"Nice ego there, Brian. Real nice." I said sarcastically.
"Okay, fine. Will you please go with me?" he asked.
"Well, I do have other options." I said, pretending to think it over. "Three other guys asked me." I informed him. Only I left out the part that one of them was a total manwhore, another was an asshole, and the third was just plain mean.
His expression hardened, "Who?"
"Davis Rowley, James Traker, and Liam Reenley." I replied, filling in an answer on my homework sheet.
"They're all assholes." He said immediately.
"You are too." I remarked.
"To other people, but not to you." He pointed out.
"You don't even want to go to prom." I said, "Why the sudden interest?"
"Well, you wanted to go." He said.
"So?" I asked, not sure where he was going with that statement.
"And I don't want you to go with any dickwad." He said, smiling.
I swooned inwardly. I was done playing hard to get so: "Eh, sure. I'll go with you." I said simply.
"So… am I supposed to jump for joy and all that shit?" he asked, raising a questioning eyebrow at me.
"Go ahead." I said with a smile.
"Nah. Not my thing." He said.
I laughed, "Obviously."
"Told you I wouldn't be rejected." He said with a wink.
I rolled my eyes at his over confidence, but it wasn't unattractive. His confidence was afterall, what made him Brian.
"I have to go." He said, looking at his watch.
"Okay." I replied.
"Bye, Blake." He said, giving me a peck on the cheek.
I smiled, "Bye."
I watched him walk off and grinned. Everything was absolutely perfect.
It was prom night.
I was going with Brian
Sharron and Emily were helping me with hair and makeup
I absolutely LOVED my dress
I was freaking out
I was freaking out
I was freaking out
"Where the hell is that hair pin?" I asked, frantically searching for it.
"I know, I know!" Emily yelled, "I'm looking for it!"
"Hold still! I'm going to mess up your makeup if you keep moving!" Sharron exclaimed.
"Sorry, sorry!" I shrilled.
It was hectic. Sharron had put the wrong color of blush on my cheeks and made me look like a clown which resulted in having to do my makeup all over again. The hair pin that I had bought to match my deep blue dress had suddenly gone missing and Brian was going to be here in ten minutes! My mother had no idea I was even going to prom, but I didn't really mind.
I coughed as Emily sprayed a cloud of hair spray across my head, "Emily! Cool it with the hair spray! It's just prom, not my wedding." I said.
"You'll thank me later." She said, ignoring my protests as I continued to flap my hands in the air to ward away the spray.
"Sharron, what is that?" I demanded, as she neared my face with a stick.
"Eyeliner." She said in a duh tone.
I pushed her hands away, "No way. I don't need you poking my eyes out."
She put her hands on her hips and glared at me in a rather intimidating way, "Hey, did I poke your eye when I was doing your mascara?" she asked.
I gave her a look, "Um, three times." I informed her.
"Well… that was just practice!" she insisted, stamping her foot on the ground, "Please?"
I shook my head and Emily let out a noise of protest while she worked on my hair, "No. I'd rather not go blind." I said.
"It would make you look better." Emily called out, agreeing with Sharron.
"No!" I exclaimed, "My face, my choice!"
"You are so frustrating." Emily muttered, spraying yet another dose of hairspray.
"Emily!" I shrieked, "How much do you need?"
"Shut up, I'm helping you!" she said.
"We have like, five minutes." Sharron informed us.
"Okay, okay…" my sister muttered, "Done!" she proclaimed, staring at my hair.
I stood up, the smooth dark blue material of my dress fluttered down to cover my ankles. The tips of my heeled shoes peeked out from underneath the dress. My eyes caught my reflection for the first time and I exhaled in disbelief.
"Is that… me?" I asked breathlessly.
Emily and Sharron nodded enthusiastically.
"You look beautiful, Blake." Sharron said, "Even without the eyeliner."
I laughed, "You guys are miracle workers." I said, giving both of them a hug. I briefly found myself wondering when the last time I had hugged my own sister was.
"We know." Emily replied smugly.
I shook my head and turned to Sharron, "I wish you were going." I said.
She smiled and held me by the shoulders, studying her handiwork—my face—and laughed quietly, "Prom's not my thing. You know that, Blake. But you should have fun, okay?"
I nodded, "I will."
At that moment, the doorbell rang and I nervously checked my reflection again, "Oh, gosh. He's here, he's here!" I exclaimed.
"Go!" Emily encouraged, giving me a slight push.
"Are you guys sure I look okay?" I asked. I had never been so self conscious in my life.
"You look great." Emily assured me and Sharron nodded, "Go."
I gave them one last smile , grabbed my bag and started down the stairs. When I opened the door and took my first glance at him, I felt like I couldn't breathe. He was absolutely gorgeous. He was wearing a classic black suit and slacks with a white dress shirt and a dark blue tie to match my dress.
"Hi." I said, wincing at how my voice sounded so breathy.
Brian looked equally shocked and I smiled, stepping out onto the porch to join him. "You look—you look—" he stuttered, "A—amazing."
I blushed and pulled the door closed, "Thanks." I said shyly, "You look great too. But your tie is done wrong." I informed him with a laugh. He looked down at his chest, creating a funny cross-eyed look which only made me laugh harder.
"It is?" he asked, fumbling with it.
"Here, I'll do it." I offered, pulling it out from where it was tucked into his jacket. I did the knot slowly, noticing how his eyes were trained on me as I did it. "There." I said quietly, tucking it back in it's place. "All done."
"Thanks." He said, our proximity stayed the same, if not closer. His eyes bore into mine and I swallowed. And when our faces were just a mere inch apart, I couldn't help but pull away. Yes, I liked him, but that didn't mean he liked me.
"Um, I—we should go." I said, starting toward his car. "We might be late."
"Yeah." He said, voice tinged with a bit of… disappointment? "We wouldn't want that, would we?" he asked dryly.
"No." I said quietly.
"Okay, then. Let's go." He said, offering me his arm.
I smiled and placed my arm on his elbow and allowed him to lead me to his car. "In you get." He said humorously opening the door for me.
"Since when did you become such a gentleman?" I asked with a laugh.
He climbed into the drivers' seat and winked at me, "Only for you, Blake. Only for you."
It was beautiful and just about as cliché as you can get.
There were twinkling lights and elegant drapes and tables full of food. There was a disco ball and a live band and the room was filled with people in gorgeous dresses and handsome suits.
"Whoa." I breathed.
Brian chuckled from beside me and took my hand in his. I felt my face flame and I glanced at out intertwined hands, a soft smile involuntarily spread across my face.
"C'mon." he said.
We walked deeper into the room still hand in hand. I relished the feeling of warmth that our connected hands created.
"So, do you want to dance?" he asked, pulling me towards the dance floor. It was a slow song.
So I smiled and said, "Sure."
His arms found their way to wrap around my waist and mine went up to his neck. I leaned against his chest and smiled to myself. It was comfortable. We swayed along with the many other couples that occupied the dance floor. Not that we were a couple.
His arms seemed to tighten around me and I happily allowed him to bring me closer to him. He was warm and I loved the way his arms fit around me and how I was the perfect height for him to tuck my head under his chin. To anyone else, we probably looked like a real couple. I wished we were.
We danced for a while until I finally became a bit tired and excused myself to go to the bathroom. I seriously needed to splash some cold water on my face. I still couldn't figure out if this was real or just a dream.
I was on my way to the bathrooms when Liam Reenly stepped out of the boys' bathroom. He was the mean one who had asked me to prom. I gulped and hoped he wouldn't notice me.
"Blake?" he asked.
"Liam, hi!" I exclaimed, feigning surprise.
""I thought you said you weren't coming." He said, voice suspicious.
"I, uh, changed my mind?" I said meekly.
"You have a date?" he inquired.
I nodded, "Um, Brian. Brian Wes."
"Huh." He sounded angry.
"Well, I have to go to the ladies' room, so if you'll just—"
He cut me off, grabbing my wrist as I tried to get past him, "So you came here with Wes instead of me?" he asked as if he really didn't understand. I didn't know how to reply. I wanted to yell at him. Of course I came with Brian as opposed to him. But I couldn't say that to him. This guy was known to be, well, not the nicest guy out there. He was scary.
"Um, yeah, but it's just—Brian and I—we're friends, you know—" I stammered.
He pulled me closer to him and grabbed my shoulders, "You know," he whispered roughly into my ear, "Anyone who says 'no' to me, is only asking for trouble." He said threateningly.
I could feel myself shaking. What was he going to do?
To my relief, he let me go almost immediately after his statement, shot me one last meaningful look, and stalked off.
I stood there for a moment, going over what happened in my brain. Did he… threaten me? I think he did. Oh, gosh. I had to find Brian. Heaven knows if Liam would start a fight or not.
I turned around, tripping over the hem of my dress. When I had recovered from my stumble, I looked up and was relieved to see just the person I had been looking for. Brian stood at the other end of the hall and I quickly began to make my way over to him. When I got closer, however, I saw that underneath his calm exterior, he looked… angry.
"Brian?" I asked when I reached him, "Are you okay?"
He stared coldly at me for a moment before turning around and walking off, leaving me confused and a bit hurt. Throughout our brief but good friendship, he had never given me such a glance before. What was wrong?
"Brian!" I called in the direction he had disappeared. I ran after him, pushing a door open that led to a courtyard. I rounded around the wall and what I saw broke my heart into millions of tiny pieces.
Brian had his back to me, but even from the angle, it was still obvious what he was doing. He was kissing someone. She was against the wall and his arms were braced on either side of her. The sight made me want to puke and cry at the same time.
I felt tears gathering at the corners of my eyes and before either of them would turn and find me standing there, I tore away from the sickening sight and ran through the crowded room to the front exit.
The tears were running down my face freely and I wiped my cheeks hastily before fumbling for my phone. My makeup was smudged, no doubt, but I didn't care as I clumsily hit the buttons on my phone.
"Hello, party girl, how's prom?" Sharron asked chirpily.
"Hey, Shar, can you come get me?" I asked, trying to keep the waver from my voice.
"Blake, what happened?" she asked.
"Nothing, just—can you pick me up? Please?" I looked behind me, making sure that no one was out here to see me.
"Sure." Was her reply, "I'll be there in fifteen."
"Thanks Sharron." I said.
When she arrived, fifteen minute later like she had said, I quickly ran over to her car and climbed in. She gave me a concerned glance but didn't say anything, instead, she wordlessly began to drive me home. I was thankful for that.
It was Monday. Prom was two days ago and as much as I had tried to forget about the whole thing, the image of Brian and the other girl making out was still stuck in my head. We hadn't spoken to each other since. I had been avoiding him and he was probably avoiding me too, although I still had no idea why he was angry with me.
I had consulted Emily about my problem, but even she had no explanation for his behavior and I had left the house this morning leaving her just as confused as I was.
Sharron suggested me to confront him, but I was more than a little hesitant about that.
"It's fine, Shar. Don't worry about it." I said with a sigh as she fumed beside me.
"He is such an asshole! Who abandons their date to swap spit with some slut at prom?" she exclaimed angrily.
I shrugged, "I don't know. He was mad about something."
"That's not an excuse." She said scathingly.
I remained silent, racking my brain of the things I had done that could've possibly made him angry. I thought of nothing.
"Do you want to go eat lunch?" she asked after a moment.
I shook my head, "Nah, I'm not really hungry."
She nodded, "Do you want me to stay with you, or…" she trailed off, leaving her offer in the air for me to accept.
"No, it's okay. Go eat. I have to clear my head a little anyway." I said.
She nodded in understanding and gave me a small wave before walking towards the cafeteria. I walked to the front doors of the school building, hoping to get some fresh air. Unfortunately, once I had stepped outside, I came face to face with the last person I had wanted to see.
Brian opened his mouth when he saw me as if he wanted to say something. But then he seemed to change his mind and snapped it shut before brushing past me to go back inside. Before he could go, I grabbed his arm without thinking.
He glared at me and I couldn't stop the cold feeling of dread that swept through my body when his icy stare locked with my eyes. I swallowed nervously and somehow, somewhere, I found the confidence to speak.
"Why are you mad at me? Should I be the one to be angry at you?" I asked.
He gave me an incredulous look, "You don't have to pretend you don't know what this is about." He said coldly.
I gulped again, unable to get used to that hard glare. "Well I don't!" I exclaimed, "I was on my way to the bathroom and then…-you –you were just, angry. And I had no idea why."
"Well, why don't you tell me what happened between you and Liam Reenly when you were supposedly going to the bathroom?" he asked, tone not changing.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, confused as ever.
"Well, I was trying to be a nice guy and go after you to make sure no idiot would do something or—or, just anything. And when I catch up to you, I see you and Reenly hugging. Weren't you the one who told me you didn't like him?" His eyes were getting so narrowed that they were almost just slits, but they were only getting more and more intimidating.
"I didn't—" I started.
"You didn't have to lie, you know. If you really wanted him, then you could've accepted his invitation instead of mine!" he raged.
"We weren't hugging!" I denied.
"I saw you two with my own eyes!" he shot back.
"Oh yeah?" I said, my tone changing to sound challenging, "What about when I went to catch up with yoy, and I find you with your tongue shoved down some slut's throat!" I yelled.
"Like you would care! You were too busy getting cozy with Liam, weren't you?" he spat bitterly.
"I seriously think you are delusional." I snapped, eyes blazing. How could he think so lowly of me?
"I never took you as a bitch before." He countered.
I gasped and took a step back. That stung. Never in my life had I ever been called a bitch. I felt my eyes well up in tears. And I may have imagined it, but I could've sworn I saw his gaze soften before it hardened once again.
"What did I do?" I demanded, "I didn't hug Liam, and even if I did, why would you care?"
"I think it's pretty obvious why I would care." He said.
"No! It's not!" I cried, "And we never hugged! I don't like him, I like you. And that was pretty damn obvious if I do say so myself!"
He looked surprised before covering it up and glared at me once again, "Oh, really? If you like me then why were you with Reenly?" he asked.
I glared at him, "We weren't hugging!" I practically screamed, "He was threatening me, and I was scared, but all you did was walk away to play tonsil hockey with some other girl!" I was breathing hard and I couldn't tell if I was more angry or sad.
All the anger seemed to melt from his face and he suddenly looked concerned. He grabbed me by the arms and gave me a once over. "He threatened you?" he demanded, "Did he hurt you?"
"No." I said softly, my anger diminishing as well when I saw his concern for me.
He lifted his eyes to connect with mine, and as cliché as it sounds, it felt as if we were the only ones in the world. "Do you really like me?" he asked slowly, almost cautiously.
I nodded and felt my face heat up.
To my surprise, he grinned, "You know why I cared so much when I saw you with Liam?" he asked.
I shook my head.
"Well, to be honest," he began, "I like you too."
I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face. But there was one question that I had to ask, "Then why did you kiss that other girl?" Way to be a mood killer, Blake! My brain screamed.
His smile dropped and he sighed, but didn't let go of me, "I was just angry, Blake. It didn't mean anything."
My mind was blaring with a fanfare of triumph. "Oh." Was all I could manage.
And he laughed. He laughed! "I'm sorry, then. For being so, so stupid."
I had to smile, "You are forgiven, then."
"So if you don't find this weird, I want to ask you something." He said.
"What?" I asked.
"Blake, will you be my girlfriend?" he asked.
I laughed, "You know, there's a whole dating stage that's supposed to go first, right?"
He pulled me close and I blushed, "Screw the dating stage, I know what I want." He whispered.
I grinned, "I'll be your girlfriend." I confirmed.
He whooped and pulled me to him again, "I would really like to kiss you now." He said.
"Then do it." I said.
And it was even better than the first.
A/N: Okay, so my first attempt at a one-shot. I know it was probably not the best, but reviews would be very much appreciated. I hope you guys enjoyed it!