How to Turn a Bad Boy Good; A Thomas Brodie-Sangster Story

9. Fall Festival

Hay low lovelies<3 I'm so happy that we've reached over 245 reads! Now, this is another party chapter, so, yea. I like parties but I'm an introvert :P As always, please enjoy, and I'll see you guys at the end of the chapter<3 And this chapter is dedicated to my very very very awesomely amazingly fluffy friend Val<3 Check her stories out<3 ILY and I miss you Rosario<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

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                    The next 2 weeks passed by in a blur. Wake up, go to school, see Thomas making out with a different girl, hang out with Jude, go home, and panic about the dance. The day has come. Crap. When I came home from school on the day of the dance, I seriously contemplated making up some bullshit excuse so that I didn't have to admit that I was dress-less. (Fun author's note, the dress pictured above was actually the dress I wore on my 8th grade graduation day :)

I sulked over to my kitchen to find that a large rectangular box was on the kitchen island. Suspicious about it, I grabbed a broomstick and poked it. Yes I'm 16 years old and still poke things to check if they're dangerous. Deal with it. After confirming that it was harmless, I opened the box to reveal a beautiful sweetheart dress that was a perfect champagne peach color. Embedded with rhinestones in all the right places, I couldn't help but smile like a giddy 6 year old. A small note folded carefully at the bottom read,

"Dear Genevieve. I hope that you find this dress to suit you well at the dance. My brothers wouldn't stop arguing about you. I know it sounds cruel, but you'll have to choose someday darling. Make sure to invite me to the wedding, and keep the dress. It probably looks better on you anyway ;)

Sincerely and truly yours, (future sister),

- Ava Sangster.

I remembered Ava from church. We used to hang out until we got separated as bunk buddies.

Oh the Fall Festival. It was an embroidered masquerade party that my school held every year for specifically 10th graders. The students would choose a king and queen based off of their masks and mysteriousness, and the two would have to dance at the end of the night. Sighing to myself, I realized that everything was perfect, except that I didn't have a mask to wear. On my face. To the dance. Great. Looking at the clock, it was already 5:00. Jude was coming in 2 hours, which hopefully gave me enough time to wash up and dress. Might as well go anyway. They can't kick you out for not looking like a person who just jumped out from Venice, right?

After taking a shower, I put my hair half up and half down, and picked out nude pumps a to match my dress. After getting ready, I was about to text Jude when a person jumped through my balcony. I turned around terrified, only to find Jude himself in a ravishing black suit, with his hair sparsely combed.

I need to learn to close my freaking balcony door.

"Jude!" I exclaimed. "How did you- why are you- are we-"

"So that's how my brother watches you sleep every night..." he said as he looked around my room. Then landing his eyes on me. I gulped in anticipation. I probably looked unready. He walked over to me and began caressing my curls.

I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. Why was this oddly sexual? He ruffled my hair, and smiled to himself.

"I like your hair." he stated simply. I couldn't help but smile back, looking down.

"Oh. I brought something for you." My eyes widened in surprise. He took out a breathtaking white lace mask which was in the shape of a pair of wings.

"Jude..." I gawked at the mask. "You shouldn't have." I said as he put the mask on me, tying it securely. He had a black crow-like mask to oppose mine.