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.
"I couldn't leave my princess waiting." he whispered into my ear from behind me.
"What is it with you Sangsters and sexual situations?"
"It's in my blood love. Shall we madam?" he mocked in an exaggerated French accent.
"Oui monsier," I replied laughing.
We got to the dance on a plain and simple cab, which didn't really bother me that much. I was happy as long as I was with Jude. Wow. How cheesy did that sound?
When we got to the back of the school's field, I was impressed. I wasn't part of the extracurricular committee, but this was- amazing.
An arch entranceway was decorated with ghost lanterns that glowed gold, and then pathway was a fake pool of blood. Lights boomed from the haunted house that was set up in the center of the grassy area while the outside was decorated like a castle. Pumpkins were carved with designs from the devil face to demons and mermaids. Jude hooked his arm around mine as we entered the haunted house. Everyone's teeth and eyes were glowing a bright neon blue color due to the black lights, and their masks made everything more terrifying.
I jerked backwards and let out a high pitched squeal as a jack in the box popped out from the side, making me land in Jude's arms. He let out a deep velvety laugh, mocking me. I pushed his side playfully and continued through the crowds of people.
"I'm gonna go get us something to drink!" Jude shouted to me.
"I'll catch up with you in a bit!"
Giving me a thumbs up, he walked to the punch stand. Of course there was punch labeled blood. How cliche is my life going to get?
I found that everyone was dancing and having fun while I tried looking for at least one recognizable face. I guess Thomas didn't bother coming to the dance? Why was I even thinking about him? Ugh. I'm such a bad person. My thoughts were interrupted as a hand grabbed my arm and dragged me to the corner of the room where the music grew quieter. Wearing a red Venetian mask, the figure looked ghostly. About 4 inches taller than me, I was mortified of what was to come. Thank god that it was just Thomas.
"What the hell is it with you and dragging me off to places?" I asked.
"Why are you here with Jude?!" he yelled angrily.
"Does it matter to you Sangster?" I replied as I yanked my arm out of his grasp.
"It doesn't." he mumbled.
"Fine."
"Okay."
"Good!"
"Great!"
"Your whore is calling." I gestured to Ashley who was looking around probably for Thomas.
"Jen-" Before he could finish what he was about to say, I walked away and thankfully found Jude with 2 cups of... punch?
"Hey." he smiled. "I was getting scared that you ditched me for another guy."
"Since when is a princess permitted to 'ditch' her prince?" I grinned as he chuckled handing me a drink. Taking a sip of the glowing liquid, I found out that it was just sweetened tonic water. As Jude smiled, his teeth were glowing faintly. "You're teeth are glowing!" I exclaimed.
"Not the first time I've been told that, but. Just joking."
"Of course it wasn't." I smirked.
"Would my lady like to dance?" he as he put the drinks down and offered me his hand. The music wasn't technically a slow song, but it was mellow, which made me feel fluttery inside. We walked to the center of the room and waltzed together, moving like we were one person.
I caught a couple of jealous glances from girls watching us, including Thomas, but ignored it because of how happy I was. I felt like I was flying. The chiffon of my dress was left behind after each step as if I were a sylph.
When the song was over, my head was against Jude's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat that harmonized with the next song.
"That was amazing." I said.
"Couldn't say it any better." he replied as he kissed the top of my head. "Now how about we go bob for apples?" I gave him a look of disbelief as he laughed out loud.
"How about no?"
"Well-"
"I think it's my turn to have a dance with this fine lady, brother." I heard Thomas say.
"She isn't exactly 'your' date Tommy." Jude said through slightly gritted teeth.
"It's okay." I whispered to Jude. "I'll meet up with you later." He smiled lightly, and glared at Thomas before leaving.
"May I?" he said as he offered his hand. Taking it reluctantly, he immediately pulled me into his chest, holding me as if I were dust about to disintegrate.
"What the hell do you think you're doing..." I started.
"How many times do I have to say sorry before you can accept my apology?" he asked as he twirled me around.
"Until you stop being such an arrogant bastard and learn to appreciate the things given to you."
"I'm sorry for- leading you on like that. With Ashley. I should have stuck with you. Ashley is just- she just resembles me. You'd think that I go back to her because I like her, but it's actually just because she's just like me- broken and stupidly obsessed with the wrong person. I'm so sorry Genevieve." My eyes widened at the fact that he had just used my full name. What was this boy doing to me?
"Give me one more chance. Please. For old times sake?" he pleaded.
I pondered at the thought of it. For old times sake. I chuckled internally. First kisses to bunk beds and playing in the lake. Good times those were. And then I did the one thing that I never thought I would do in my entire pitiful life.
"One more chance Sangster."
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