The New Girl

Chapter Fourteen

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Chapter Fourteen

(Scott’s POV)

I fidget with the corsage in my hands as I wait for Jordin at the entrance of the school. I had no idea what color dress she was going to wear so I went safe and bought her a corsage with a bunch of white roses on it. I had to enlist Ollie’s help for what color tie to wear—the dates always match, right? Well, now I’m standing here wearing a black tux with a light blue tie.

“So, you asked the new girl, huh?” Sam asks.

He’s been pestering me for the past ten minutes. Every couple seconds, the guy asks me a question. I know he’s just trying to fill the awkward silence, but he’s being damn annoying.

“Yes,” I nod.

“Cool, I’m coming with Olivia.” He tells me.

I force a grin at him. He holds out his fist for me. I bite back a groan and bump my knuckles against his. When I turn back toward the parking lot, my heart soars. There, I see Jordin standing with a gorgeous dress of light turquoise. I wave her over and she blushes, scuttling over to me with Ollie by her side.

“Hi, babe,” I kiss her on the cheek.

“Don’t call me ‘babe.’” Jordin says firmly.

“Okay, okay,” I smile. “Sorry, Flame.”

This makes her cheeks flash even darker red and she slants her gaze down. I slip a finger under her chin and bring her face up. I show her the corsage and she beams at me, excitement shining in her smooth eyes. Jordin holds her wrist out to me and I pin the ribbon around it. I compare the flowers to her dress and grin, pleased immensely. There is a perfectly matching white rose sewn into the right side of her gown.

I hold my arm out to her and she strings hers through it. “You look beautiful.” I tell her.

“You look great, too.” She answers.

When we step into the gym, I’m hit by a wave of corniness. The whole thing is decorated like a scene out of some sort of romance film. There are paper stars hanging from the ceiling and a huge banner with the words “Starry Night” is strapped across the center of the room. There is a long table laden with snacks and drinks. But the detail that pushes the cheesiness over the top is a huge plastic fountain positioned in the back of the gymnasium. It stands about six feet tall and is gushing water from the top, the stuff pouring down the sides and pooling in a wide basin.

“Wow,” Jordin whispers. “This is…nice.”

I chuckle and pull her into the room, guiding her to the center where at least thirty couples are dancing. I take her arms by the elbows and wrap them around my neck. I set my hands on her waist and bring her close.

“You really do look wonderful.” I murmur in her ear.

“Thanks,” She mutters, obviously embarrassed.

I eye her elegantly styled hair for a second then pull a bold move. I lift my hand to the twist of her flaming hair and pull out the bobby pins holding it together in a swift motion. Her hair tumbles around her shoulders in bouncy ringlets, her hair falling in her eyes. I slowly tuck a strand behind her ear and she giggles.