It's my birthday tomorrow 😛👽🦁
Recap:
I gulped down a sob. I placed the letter under his torso. Stupid place I know but he'll see it if it's there right?
I stood up, deciding that it would be best that I left before he woke. I walked towards the door but halted with the many thoughts attacking my brain at the moment. I wiped away the tears that had managed to escape and turned back to look at his peaceful face.
"I'm sorry." I whispered before leaving.
Bella's POV
I sat up my bed and glanced at the alarm clock next to me. I had woken ages ago (it's not like I was even sleeping) and just lazed around in my bed, not bothered to actually get up and start the day.
I was too exhausted from the past days events. It went from Nate threatening me to telling my parents about what had actually happened and finally graduating.
Yes, I actually managed to graduate with the amount of absences I've had, you would have thought they'd hold me back or something, but I guess not.
I shuddered at the thought of everything that had gone on over the past couple of days and especially about the day where I told my parents everything that had happened between Nate and myself.
I sunk deeper into the thought of what had happened and how it was all so quick but, emotional at the same time. I was ashamed of it all but, in the end I did have to tell them or that ass could be prying on any other girl.
I exhaled slowly thinking, flopping forward and just thinking.
I walked into the living room and my parents were doing anything that wasn't work. They both lounged on the couches and watched the Kardashians. The flipping Kardashians! I honestly couldn't believe my eyes. My parents were watching it and how was my father watching this because I do remember him calling it 'a stupid piece of shit.' Yes he swore about it.
How did my mom make him watch this?
"Bella honey! How was your day?" My mother turned from the tv to look at me.
I stopped in my tracks, silently cringing for taking so long to get out of the room, "uh-h good. Okay bye." I quickly said trying to get out of the room but my brother stood at the doorway.
"She has something to tell you guys." He spun me around and pushed me back into the living room.
"What is it?" My dad raised a brow and my mother turned the tv off. Oh god, their full attention was on me now.
I gulped as I let my brother lead me to sit on a couch next to them. My brother sat on the arm rest and clutched my hand. He squeezed it as I glanced at him. He nodded gesturing for me to go on.
I looked at my parents, horrified as I thought of the things I'd have to tell them. They would be beyond mad and upset by this and I couldn't bare to think of it for one moment. "U-uhm so I know you're very worried about me." My mother nodded, urging me to go on. "The drugs and not eating and all of that."
"Bella what's wrong?" My mother leaned over the arm rest to hold my hand.
The nerves merely bubbled in me, ignoring everyone's attempt to try to calm me down. I felt the overwhelming urge just to break down in tears once again and I honestly did not want to do that.
"That day-" I cut myself off as I choked on my words. "The day of the incident," I referred to the day that I had passed out right in front of my brother as I looked down ashamed at my actions, "there was a boy with me."
"What boy Bella?" My father pressed me to go on.
"A boy called Nate dad." I said too quickly for anyone to actually comprehend. "He gave me the alcohol, the drugs and tried to come onto me all in one day."
"What?" My mothers hand slipped from mine and I could see from my blurred eyesight that she had covered her mouth with her hand, to muffle the crying sounds.
"No please don't cry mom." I blubbered as my brother's grip on my hand tightened.
"What did he do Bella?" My dad encouraged me to go on, moving closer to us all.
"He touched my knee, then my t-thigh and then he pushed me down and p-pinned me down. I started trying to get out of his grip and I was c-crying too but he didn't care. He tried to kiss me but, I managed to get away." I stuttered along the way, cringing at the traumatising memory.
"Why didn't you tell us earlier Bell?" My mother choked on a sob and my heart clenched with hurt. All I could do was cause pain wherever I went.
"I couldn't!" My voice was raised, "I was too ashamed. If I hadn't drank the alcohol or done the drugs none of this would have happened! Don't you see?! This is all my fault!" I ended up screaming my last few words and standing.
I was embraced in a hug, "don't you dare say that!" My father growled as he held me tightly. My tears had stained his brand new shirt but, it wasn't as if he cared in that moment.
"Bella you know we're always here for you." I felt another pair of arms wrap around me.
"And we won't rest till that bas-I mean Nate is behind bars." Luke joined our hug.
"I can't breathe." I mumbled. My tears had stopped by now and I was wiping my eyes away from all of the wetness.
They had let go of me and my dad just exhaled slowly, "you know I'll have to talk to the cops about this and get our lawyers and everything Bell?" My dad glanced at me in a reassuring gaze as if to get my permission to go ahead and do so.
"Okay." I nodded and then looked at my shoes. "I'm sorry for causing so much trouble." I whispered.
"Nonsense Bell you haven't caused much trouble." My mom quickly shook her head.
"But if I hadn't-" I was cut off immediately by my brother.
"He would've done it some time later until he got what he wanted Bella." Luke spoke sternly.
"But if-"
"You shouldn't dwell on the 'but ifs' Bell. You've got to try to accept the fact that Nate's actions were not your fault but rather his." My dad gave me a stern gaze.
"Don't beat yourself up about it honey." My mother caressed my face lovingly before letting go.
I touched my cheek remembering the memories of a few days ago. What a night it was. My eyes scampered every inch of the room, nervously as I couldn't think of anything to distract me from all the stress.
I heard a familiar knock at my balcony door and ignored it. It was probably Dylan again.
During the last couple of days he had been, non stop trying to call or text me but I had ignored him. This then resulted in him throwing stones at my balcony door, everyday. I'm not lying when I said that. He did throw at least more than 10 stones at the balcony door, to which I'm surprised hasn't smashed or anything yet.
The reason for me ignoring him was because I knew I didn't deserve him and there's was this part of me that thought that if he did see me he would be hurting because of me and I didn't want that, so I pushed it away-I pushed him away but, really I guess I just hoped he didn't care about me.
Although that's not what I really want. I want his arms around me. I want his smile. I want his kisses. I want it all but, you know that saying? Want doesn't get? Or something like that.
There was another smacking noise against the door, snapping me out of my thoughts and I let it a prolonged sigh, getting up and finally opening the balcony door to see Dylan standing there with a bucket of rocks, "finally. I was nearly running out you know?" He had a smile on his face and I just frowned.
"What do you want Dylan?"
"I want you but, my mother once told me want doesn't get." I looked down at the floor and laughed quietly. "So instead I came to ask about this letter."
"You did?"
He nodded, waving it around, "a few questions that's all."
"Okay." I said slowly, leaning against the balcony railing.
"You told me to stop chasing after you? What makes you think I'd ever stop doing that."
"You'd find a better person." I spoke nonchalantly.
He made a face of thought, "we both regret the other person meeting us." I kicked a stone with my foot and glanced up at his burning gaze. "It's funny because even though I might say I regret you meeting me, it was probably one of the best moments in my life." My cheeks warmed up when he said that, but I could not answer. "And you don't deserve me? More like I don't deserve you."
"But you deserve much better."
"You don't fuck everything up. I do."
"No it was my fault."
"It wasn't." We bickered in-between us for a few minutes.
"You love me and I love you. So what's the problem?"
"Are you forgetting everything that's happened? I've consistently let you down and blamed all of this shit on you, when you had nothing to do with it. All you've done is fight for me and I've done nothing."
"That annoys me Bella, you say you've done nothing for me but I've quit alcohol because of you."
"But-"
"But what? Tell me. Why is it so hard? I want you and you want me."
"I don't-"
"Don't give me that bullshit." He growled, "you don't understand how long it took me to come to terms with what you wrote. I just sat there all day reading the god damn paper."
"I just don't want you to find someone that will love you unconditionally and deserves you."
"Check and check. I've found that person."
I raised an eyebrow at him, "you have?"
"You." He grinned slyly and I rolled my eyes, "now be my girlfriend."
"What?" I spluttered.
"I don't know much about relationships."
"Neither do I." I scoffed, dismally, with a shrug.
"I definitely don't know much about love and I can't believe I acted the way I did. I shouldn't have done many things in my life and I can tell you my life is full of regrets but you definitely weren't one mi amor." Dylan frowned as my stomach churned at his words, "And all I want, in the universe, is to just keep talking to you. I want to know how your day went, how you're feeling, your rants over strange marvel theories that may be totally wrong and anything. Absolutely anything and I know it's not simple." He huffed, "nothing's simple but, I just wanted to know if you'd be willing to be my girlfriend or even just," he sighed quite dramatically and then carried his speech on, "carry on speaking to me?"
"Dylan you know I can't-" he cut me off once again.
"Bella I don't see the problem. I told you, I love you and you love me."
"I'll mess it up Dylan."
"So will I." Dylan ran a hand through his hair, "but we won't know till we try it."
"But we're just-"
"Sometimes when you love you get hurt too." He smiled weakly.
"I have to think-" I quickly rushed away closing my door.
"Bella!" I heard a yell and some stones being thrown at the door.
I slumped in my bed and thought about the whole situation. I was stuck between wanting him and wanting to let someone better than me have him but, I was selfish as every other human being in this planet. I wanted Dylan all to myself and the thought of someone else having him irritated me.
But then I didn't want to hurt him and I didn't want to get hurt either. We were two broken people tangling ourselves together and this would either end up in tears and heartache or smiles and love. It was only a small chance that smiles and love would happen because of how close the two paths were. It wasn't hard to hurt someone but, it wasn't hard to love someone either.
I sighed, chucking a pillow to the floor. "Bella!" My mother, who was passing by my room, looked at me disapprovingly as she picked it up and placed it on a chair. I groaned out loud, shoving my face into another pillow. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Period?" She questioned.
"Mommm! No!" I dragged out looking at her slightly embarrassed. You get to a certain age and you don't want to tell your mother things okay?
My mom seated herself on my bed with a warm smile, "fess up. Tell me what's wrong." I looked at the pillow and picked at the stitches that were loose, "oh my god it's boy troubles!" My mother squealed.
"Mom shhh!" I spoke, panicked.
"So it is?" She smirked.
I rolled my eyes at her behaviour, "yeh whatever." I shrugged, "no point anymore." I mumbled under my breath.
"Why is there no point?"
"Because I don't deserve him mom! He deserves way better!"
"Why do you not deserve him?"
"Because mom..." I groaned loudly, "all he has done is fought for me but I have done nothing. Nothing at all for him."
"Really?"
"Nothing mom. I haven't fought for him. I gave up as soon as I saw him kissing another girl-well not give up. I got jealous."
"Everyone gets jealous Bell. I still get jealous seeing other women swoon of your dad."
"No mom. You don't understand." I let out a lengthy groan and her face twisted in confusion.
She rolled her eyes at me, "what is so special about him anyway?"
"Everything mom. It's like he was created by the gods, just to perfection. Then you have his amazing honey dew coloured eyes that sparkle when he smiles." I gushed, "and then you have his personality, his hugs, his kisses." And then I frowned, "and he has a big heart. People may not see that but he does. He cares for other people more than he cares about himself and he won't stop fighting for one person even if they don't want him."
"So you love Dylan then?" My mother raised an eyebrow.
"H-how did-" she cut off my stuttering.
"It was obvious Bella." My mom laughed, "you were both bound to get along and probably fall in love somehow."
"But we didn't get along. I fell in love with him indeed but as I said, he doesn't deserve me."
"Are you sure Bella?" My mother questioned me as there was another knock on the balcony door.
I stormed towards the window, frustrated at this point. I was trying to let this boy have a better life but, all he kept doing was coming back. "Dylan will you please-" I was cut off when I read a sign on the balcony. 'Go to the other window.'
I looked at it confused but complied nonetheless. I walked to the other window and opened it up, hearing a familiar melody being played.
There was a grand piano right outside my room and I gasped. "What would I do without your smart mouth?" I watched Dylan's fingers glide over the piano delicately and my eyes widened when I realised Dylan could sing... very well actually.
"Drawing me in, and you kicking me out. You've got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down." He smiled up to me, my stomach churning.
" What's going on in that beautiful mind. I'm on your magical mystery ride." He grinned looking down at the piano again.
"And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright. My head's under water. But I'm breathing fine. You're crazy and I'm out of my mind." I watched people from the other houses peek out to see what was going on.
"Cause all of me. Loves all of you." My stomach fluttered as he played faster. The neighbours started gathering around to watch what was happening.
"Love your curves and all your edges. All your perfect imperfections. Give your all to me. I'll give my all to you. You're my end and my beginning. Even when I lose I'm winning." Dylan sang to perfection.
"'Cause I give you all of me. And you give me all of you, oh oh." His voice held the note and finally finished with a few notes on the piano.
There was a whoosh and a sound of a plane going by. I looked at Dylan confused and he pointed up. I read the words as he spoke. "Will you, Bella Smith, accompany me as my beautiful prom date?" I slapped a hand against my mouth in shock. I looked back at him and he had a bouquet of white and red roses. I ran from the window and then halted at the door.
Dylan kept coming back to me and I would never forget him. If this wasn't a broken love then I had no idea what was. There was something in me telling me I should let him go, but there was a bigger part of me telling me to be selfish enough to stay with him.
I listened to my selfish conscious and ran down the stairs as quick as I could with my bunny slippers still on my feet.
I opened the slightly agape door and rushed out nearly falling in the process. I stopped to take a look at everything. "So will you?" Dylan questioned with a small hopeful smile.
I weighed out my options once again, it was either leave him in front of all these people or stay with him. I didn't want to leave him again and I knew that. I wanted him and I just hoped I didn't mess it up.
This was it, I've finally made up my mind, I'm going to sacrifice the little bits of my heart left for this relationship with him and I just prayed to god that it didn't go wrong. I was going to be selfish and not leave him because I was in love with Dylan knight.
Deeply in love with Dylan knight.
"Of course!" I ran to him, jumping and wrapping my arms and legs around him. The bouquet of flowers had been dropped in the process and Dylan's lips had found mine.I closed my eyes and kissed him and in that moment everything felt; okay, good, surreal and any other words you could think of that would describe a perfect moment.
This 'perfect moment' was quickly tarnished by the feeling of something being dumped on me. I opened my eyes, quite quickly, detaching myself from Dylan to see Luke and Chase standing on the roof, somehow, pouring glitter and stars over the two of us.
I noticed the people around us clapping and hooting, whilst smiling brightly. "Too much?" Dylan questioned.
"Of course not you douche." I wiped some glitter of his lip, staring into his twinkling eyes. This was happiness to me. Dylan was happiness.
"Okay Dylan that's a wrap. I got it all on camera. I can't wait to show your future kids this!" Alex yelled making the people around her laugh.
"You did not!" I made a face of playful distaste.
"Of course I did."
"What would you do if I rejected you and you got that on camera Dylan?" I questioned.
"I'd die of self pity mi amor." I giggled at his response.
"I shipped it." I saw my mom coming over to me squealing.
"Daddd." I dragged out. "Contain mom pleaseee."
Dylan chuckled. "You two do make a mighty couple." Dylan's father clapped the back of Dylan's back.
Dylan rolled his eyes. "Yeh yeh whatever."
The two sets of parents heavily engrossed into a conversation and Dylan and I slipped away. Dylan walked to Luke and Chase and I followed, "Thanks guys." Dylan grinned, so they both were in on it?
"That doesn't mean you can start being lovey dovey with my sister." Luke pointed his finger at Dylan, squinting his eyes.
"Oh shut up Luke." Chase rolled his eyes, "you can't complain when they do it because we do the same exact thing but worse." Did he just? Oh my god, he just outed himself and Luke!
Wait! They're gay and in a relationship! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. Shit, this is so cute, possibly cuter than Dylan and I-no that could never happen.
What is wrong with me? It's only been a few minutes since the prom-posal.
Luke rested his arm around Chase's waist, "we're actually bisexuals Bella." Luke snorted.
"Look I was just assuming."
"Well don't." Like narrowed his eyes down at me.
Chase shoved Luke's arm off him, "stop being mean to your sister!"
"See Chase loves me."
"Nuh-uh." Luke shook his head.
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"I hate you both." Dylan snickered next to me when Chase had said that because I looked utterly offended by this statement.
"What am I?! A piece of meat!" Luke cried out drawing some attention towards us.
"Yes." Chase nodded. Luke just stared at Chase as Chase started at Luke. Strange I'm telling you. Strange.
Dylan and I managed to slip away from them all and to a far more secluded area. "So would you be my girlfriend too?" Dylan tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
"This won't be easy and as you did say 'sometimes when you love you do get hurt.'" I quoted Dylan, making him smile softly. I smiled weakly as my stomach flipped over and over again and my emotions were all over the place. "But I'm willing to get hurt if that means loving you Dylan, because that's all I want to do. I just want; to love you, to be with you and I know I won't be perfect-"
"Neither will I."
"But you are." I grumbled under my breath.
"So are you." Dylan's finger tips were under my chin, gently lifting it so that I looked at him.
"What I'm trying to say is yes, I'd like to be your girlfriend."
Within seconds, Dylan's hand was cupping my cheeks and he was kissing me softly and passionately. "Thank god that monologue is over. It was boring me to death!" Dylan mumbled against my lips with a laugh.
"Hey! I was trying okay!" I whacked his stomach, shoving him away from me and giving him a glare in the process.
A large smirk had replaced the grin on Dylan face as he caught me hand, "hey don't hit me!" He narrowed his eyes down.
I wriggled my hand free and stuck out my tongue, "whatcha gone do 'bout it?"
"Oh you'll see!" Dylan started making animal like noises and my eyes widened as I started running and squealing too.
"Luke help!" I latched on to my brother.
"God no." Luke pushed me towards Dylan.
"Chase!" I cried out, "get me away from this demon from hell."
"Chase can't you see." Luke had Chase's hands in his and Chase looked apologetic.
"Luke! Why do you hate meeee?" I cried out as Dylan grabbed me, throwing me over his shoulder.
I balled my fists and gently banged on Dylan's back, "look Dyl you can let me down now." I muttered as I saw the colour of the ground change. "Oof." I groaned as I my head banged into his back repeatedly as we walked up some stairs.
"Our destination m'lady." He dropped me on something soft that I had realised was a bed. I turned over as the bed sunk next to me and I looked up at his ceiling.
"Your room is so cool." I looked at the pictures and the memories. I stood up and touched one on the wall, "is that me?"
"Pfft no." Dylan scoffed and I turned to him to see his cheeks a rosy colour.
"God, this is a very pretty picture of me." I faintly touched the photo of me laughing. It was so pure, so ordinary, so beautiful and the idea of him taking it without my acknowledgement had made the picture so genuine too.
I looked at the few others next to them. They were also me, one from our trip on Dubai and a few others that I hadn't seen before-or ever until now. I looked at the photos of him with his brother. "Your brother is adorable." I smiled and walked back to him. He held out his hand and I grabbed it. Dylan pulled me down and I laughed as I fell on the bed next to him.
"Not as cute as me." Dylan nuzzled his nose into my neck, his arms wrapped around me and legs tangled with mine.
"Cuter than you more like." I teased.
Dylan scoffed, "well I'm sexier."
"Sure Dylan. You keep dreaming Dyl." I patted his head slowly in a sympathetic way.
"I am sexier and you know it." Dylan mumbled confidently.
I smiled brightly, a giggle escaping past my lips, "of course you are." I rolled my eyes.
"You know it mi amor." Dylan glanced at me and winked. "Okay this is a very stupid question but, you know because I asked you to prom very last minute? Have you got a dress?"
"Yes of course I have." I mumbled, "I wasn't planning on going but, the girls had forced me to go even if I was going alone. They said and I quote it 'we'll buddy up, don't worry about being a third wheeler.' I was definitely going to be a third wheeler." I rolled my eye with a laugh.
Yes, I know. How strange? I managed to get a dress during this whole madness of events. I don't know why I got one but, I definitely was dragged into buying one and going.
"What colour is if?"
"A velvety red." I sighed happily thinking of the dress. The dress was absolutely perfect. It was simple. No; sequins, lace, embroidery or anything of that sort and I loved it. The dress was a velvety red as I said before. The fabric was a soft silk and felt amazing against the skin, when touched. The dress was also a backless one and had a very deep v-neck. It also hugged my body in, what was considered 'all the right places' in Alex and Dani's mind, which I was quite self conscious about.
As soon as I had stepped out in the dress Dani and Alex's eyes lit up and they had said 'that's the one! That's definitely the one!' and they forced me to buy it. (I would have bought it anyway, maybe for a different occasion or something if the sort).
"And you got a mask right?"
"Yes, it's red and black." We were having a masquerade ball and everything could go wrong when having a masquerade ball. So, most of our grade were worried about how it would turn out-well because we are spending so much on the clothes, transport (maybe?) and other things...
Not just that, it was quite hard to pull off a masquerade ball that was actually good.
"Perfect." Dylan snapped me out of my trance about everything that could go wrong. "You're going to look so sexy and I already know it-fuck that I can feel it."
I scoffed and then choked on my laughter at his words, "you haven't even seen it! It could possibly look terrible on me."
"But it won't mi amor. You're too beautiful to let anything make you look terrible."
A thick layer of pink had costed my cheeks as my cheeks warmed up, very quickly at his compliment, "what are you wearing?" I stopped in my tracks when I realised how much of a stupid question i had just asked.
"What do you think?" Dylan snickered sarcastically as I pushed him away from me.
"Oh shut up!" I groaned, shoving my face into his blankets. I took a quick, large inhale of sweet smell and then I realised something, "oh my god Dylan what time is it?!" I yelled.
"Shit! Don't yell! We're in the same room woman!" Dylan look very startled, he fumbled to check his phone. "Twelve o'clock."
I screamed, "I've got seven hours and I'm going to be late!"
"Why do you need seven hours?"
I was getting off his bed and looking around frantically as he spoke, "wax, hair, nails, makeup and shower too. This all takes time!"
"But not seven hours." Dylan shook his head as I was rushing out of his room. I stopped and he bumped into me, nearly causing me to fall.
Dylan quickly reached out to me balancing me, so I wouldn't die on the stairs, "yes seven hours, unless you want me to look like a troll."
"I don't care what you look like mi amor, I just want you there with me." Dylan spun me to stare at him and cupped my cheeks, caressing them with the pad of his thumb.
"Okay then, I care what I look like. I care about what others think I look like and even though I shouldn't, I do.
He frowned, "you shouldn't."
"But I do and that's the truth."
"But you're beautiful."
I smiled, "thank you." I kissed him, "now I'll see you later." I tried to hiding farewell but he had a tight grip on me.
"Why can't you stay?" Dylan whined.
"Because I have to make myself look pretty." I wriggled out of his grip, kissing him once more before descending down the stairs.
"You always look pretty!" Dylan yelled as I walked out of his house.
My that boy can make a girl feel so special. I was lucky enough to be that girl and I just hoped I'd be that girl for a long, long time.
//
I had already got my full body wax done (so freaking painful) and I had also got my nails done in a simple French manicure. I wrapped towel around me as I stepped out of the shower. I then quickly dried myself and then pulled on my underwear, slipping on a bathrobe and tying it.
I walked out and glanced to out of the window to see Dylan staring right into my room as the makeup artist was setting up some things and the hairdresser was plugging in some appliances. I rolled my eyes, with a smile and quickly closed my curtains and turned on the light instead.
I sat on my chair and looked at myself in the mirror. My mother had decided to go all out and get a hairdresser and makeup artist, to do everything professionally. I protested against this of course and said I could do it all myself and she just laughed and said 'no way,' to which I rolled my eyes at. I do remember looking at my dad to tell him to stop my mom but, he just shrugged. All the whilst my brother was laughing until my dad had said he had to get his, and I quote, 'unruly hair cut' or he wouldn't be allowed to go.
I found this particularly hilarious because, Luke was trying oh-so-dearly to grow out his hair but, now he had to get it cut. In my own opinion it was getting slightly too long. Fingers crossed that he doesn't cut it too much.
"So just to get you familiar with us, my name is Sophia." The hairdresser smiled with a curling iron on her hand, "and that's Emma." Sophia gestured to the other girl.
I smiled at them, "thank you for doing this so last moment. My mom can be too much sometimes."
"This wasn't last minute." Emma spoke, inspecting my face in the mirror. Sophia quickly dried my hair and then stepped back to let Emma do her work.
"It wasn't?" I questioned.
"No she's had it planned for ages." Sophia drawled out.
"She has?" Emma was putting something on my face.
"Yes, since along time ago. No matter what unless you died or something, god forbid it ever happening, she would make you go and get dressed up." Sophia smiled.
I laughed lightly, "obviously my mom would do that."
"Oh and we're booked for your wedding day too." Emma snickered, "close your eyes."
I closed my eyes as she told me to do, "what do you mean?"
"Basically, your mom thinks we're amazing so, when you or your brother gets married we're booked all day for you and any other day, such as engagement party, honeymoon party. Whatever, we're there."
"What if you have another booking?"
"We get someone else to fill in for our place."
"Why?"
"Your mom loves us and she's a lovely women. Plus she's paying us lots."
I burst our laughing when Sophia said that my mother was paying them a lot nonchalantly. "Stop!" Emma yelled, "or this will be ruined."
"No but seriously, we just like working for you mom." Sophia sighed happily.
"Is she that nice?"
"Nice is an understatement." Emma commented and I could hear Sophia laugh. A few minutes later I was ordered to open my eyes and some more makeup was being applied to my face.
From what I could see, it looked beautiful already. The tones used on my face were neutral, drawing attention my shining blue eyes and my, now, red stained lips. It looked amazing. I looked amazing, only because of them.
Emma had stepped away from me, "tah-dah!" She shook her hands and I laughed, "I didn't even have to do much, you are blessed with the best genes ever."
I laughed, "thank you so much Emma!"
Sophia butt bumped Emma out of the way and she nearly fell on her makeup. Emma let out a loud scream and hit Sophia on the head. I laughed at their fight. "You bitch! My makeup!"
"Shut it Emma. You were taking ages to move your ass." Sophia rolled her eyes and went to curling my hair.
We went on chit chatting about our daily life problems and some other things along the lines of beauty and society.
"Okay but who is your date?" Sophia asked. How did we even escalate into this conversation? I have no idea.
"Dylan."
"Dylan as in... Dylan Knight?" Emma's eyes lit up as she squealed his name.
"Uh-yeh." I stuttered out as Sophia loosely braided a side of my hair.
"Oh my god! You two would make the cutest couple ever." Emma screamed.
"We are sort of a thing now." I whispered.
Sophia screamed, waving the iron around and I jumped startled. Had she burned herself? Oh god I hope not. I hope she is okay.
"You guys are a thing?!" Sophia yelled every word. Seriously? Is that it...?
"Yes." I rolled my eyes with a laugh.
"I can't believe this. Fucking power couple af! The daughter of the Smith's and the son of the Knight's. Can you believe this Emma?!" Sophia screamed.
"No!" Emma screamed running around my room like a maniac. I forgot to mention that they were both only a few years older than me and they were so freaking loud.
"Oh my god." Sophia was screaming and running around too.
"Is everything ok-" Luke cut himself off as he looked at the two girls running around.
"Oh my god." Sophia stopped and Emma bumped into her back. "It's Luke Smith, in the flesh and blood." They both slipped to stare and Emma reached out for him.
Luke stepped back slightly scared, "sorry ladies I have a boyfriend." Luke ran away.
"Oh my god, he's gayyyy!" Emma blubbered. I looked at the two girls strangely, but with a smile. I loved them.
"We need to start writing some fan fiction."
"Oh god if you do please show me!" I cried out, laughing loudly.
"We will!" Sophia yelled, doing one last thing to my hair. Sophia and Emma were panting heavily.
"Put the dress on."
"It's not time." I looked at them.
"It's seven."
"What?" I yelled, rushing to grab my dress. I ripped off the bathrobe and tried to slip it on without ruining my makeup or hair. I did this successfully and then Emma and Sophia did some quick retouches before I slipped on my black pumps and grabbed my clutch bag.
"Wait!" Emma screamed and I stopped in my tracks.
"She's so beautiful." Sophia cried out and flashes blinded me.
"Guys." I groaned.
"Hush child, go! Go and see your Prince Charming." Emma touched my cheek and then her hand slipped off my cheek dramatically.
I rolled my eyes and stepped out and slowly walked down the stairs, gripping the railing for my dear life. Hopefully I wouldn't slip and rip the dress and die. That would be awfully sad.
I heard a gasp followed by a few others and I looked from the stairs to my parents faces, Mr and Mrs Knight's faces and Dylan's face. I wobbled slightly and my mother gasped sharply but I quickly balanced myself and walked down faster. I stepped on my heel and fell forward, but arms quickly grabbed me so I wouldn't hurt myself. Of course it would be. Trust me to fall on the night of my prom.
"Be careful." I heard my mom gasp.
Dylan's eyes bored into mine and he held my hand spinning me around. "You look absolutely breathtaking." I had fallen into Dylan's chest again and he simply chuckled, kissing my cheek.
"Okay pictures before I start crying." Mrs knight spoke nervously, already choked up.
Dylan rolled his eyes, "guys it's not like we're getting married." I laughed as we were about to take some photos.
"What about the corsage?" Mr Knight had raised eyebrow with something in his hand.
"Oh my god! You're right!" Mrs Knight's mouth had dropped and Dylan was handed something.
He opened up the box and took it out wrapping the beautiful red flows around my wrist. Dylan opened his mouth to speak but was immediately interrupted.
"Okay pictures, you're about thirty minutes late already!"
"Better late than never." I muttered as both mothers had started positioning us and taking pictures in their phone.
"Okay I think is time to go." Dylan pulled me away from the phone cameras as both moms had started getting emotional.
We had managed to slip out and Dylan pulled me closer to him, his lips finding mine. "God, you're so beautiful." Dylan mumbled against my lips.
"And you look ravishing." I laughed and grabbed his hand, walking towards the car.
We drove towards the school quite quickly and once we walked in we were met by squealing friends.
We had talked and talked with them and I hadn't got a chance to look around. Dylan was engrossed in a conversation with Luke and Chase and all I could was stare at him as Alex blabbed on about something.
I studied the side of his face in great detail over the past few moments. Dylan's eyes met mine and he smirked, sending me a wink.
I blushed turning away from him and Alex's shoulders slumped. "Did you even listen to me?"
"Why would she? She's looking at her lover boy." Dani snickered and I shoved her shoulder, playfully.
"Shut up!" I groaned.
"The prom-posal was so cute!" Dani awwed.
"Ours was better."
"It totally was." Dani nodded.
"How did you do it?" I questioned.
"Well, we were going to a casting, you know for modelling?" I nodded as she spoke, "and Alex had set it all out as we were going to do a practice photo shoot she had proposed to me."
"That is the cutest thing ever," I laughed, "but mine was better."
"Mhmmm sure." Alex drawled out her words as Dani grabbed her hand.
"We're going to dance." I nodded and then was left alone.
Someone grabbed my hand and I jumped startled. I calmed down seeing it was only Dylan, he gestured to the dance floor area with his head and I took his hand with a smile.
"I can't get over-" his phone had rang out and he looked at the contact, "give me a minute mi amor."
I nodded, absentmindedly, not even bothering at all to tell ask who on earth is was. I had noticed that it had been long since we arrived at the prom and I hadn't looked around or anything.
I glanced around behind my masked face. There was a large chandelier that had casted dark shadows on the faux woodland trees they had planted around the area. They had painted a galaxy all around the room, with stars twinkling every time a light reflected on them.
I was too amazed by how they'd put everything together. It wasn't actually so bad, if I'm being honest. When they had originally said to bring a mask because it was a masquerade everyone was slightly unsure on how they'd actually pull it off, but they did it.
It was just beautiful.
And it honestly left me in awe about how they could pull this all together. It must have been hectic. Very hectic indeed.
"Fancying seeing you here." The oh-so- familiar voice had broke me from my trance and sent nervous shivers down my spin as his arm latched around my waist.
"How did you find me?" My voice did not waver with fear and neither did my body, which mentally I was giving myself a pat on the back for.
"Anyone could spot your beautiful body from afar and know it's you." I tried not to shake but, my hands had defied me and did so. I gripped my clutch, to stop it but it wouldn't. I felt him lean in and kiss the side of my forehead making me feel disgusted in my own body, in my own skin. I felt dirty. "But I'd rather the dress be in my bedroom floor."
"In your dreams!" I scoffed, trying to push him away from me, his grip was too strong on me.
"Don't make a show or else I'll hurt someone you love again." His threats left an empty void in me that was quickly filled with fear and anxiety.
He couldn't do anything.
I tried to repeat in my mind. Trying to convince myself that nothing bad would happen.
Nate's hands had dropped to gripping my waist as I stayed stiff. "So I've come to know you've told the cops about it and your parents." Nate tutted, his grip on me getting tighter as I struggled shading him.
"I haven't." I lied fluently.
"Now babe I told you not to lie to me." His rough hand grasped my cheek, pushing my face to look at his. A dark coloured mask covered his face but, you could see his dull coloured eyes shining with deviousness. "Why did you tell them?"
"Why the hell not?" Dylan shoved Nate off me. I inhaled loudly without realising I had been holding my breath for a long time.
The feeling of safety had finally came when Dylan wrapped his arm around my waist, "don't fucking touch my girlfriend you disgusting bastard." Dylan growled, pointing a finger at Nate.
"What are you going to do Dylan? Punch me?" Nate pouted with a raised eyebrow and the chuckled darkly. "You can't fucking do anything and sooner or later I will have my way."
"That's enough Mr Nathan James, your under arrest for attempt of rape, verbal and sexual assault." Some people had started to stare as the saw female cop cuffing Nate. A teacher had rushed up the scene but everyone else was in a world of their own. The cop smiled at me softly and I smiled too, relieved that he would be not be able to do what he did to me or worse to any other girls.
"Where's my lawyer?! I want my lawyer!" Nate yelled at the cop. This drew some attention but pretty much everyone was passing it off as nothing.
"You'll get your lawyer kid. Calm down." The male cop next to the female rolled his eyes at the bratty Nate.
"You fucking bitch, watch when I get my hands on you!" Nate growled at me, reaching for me but, Dylan had quickly pulled me back.
Nate was taken out of the room and I frowned at Dylan, "I'm so sorry about this." I whispered.
"Bella it's not your fault. None of this is." Dylan shook his head with a smile, pulling me into his chest. "Let's get out-"
He was cut off by the sounds of clapping and cheering and we looked to the stage area and saw our principle tapping the microphone to get everyone's attention. "Okay guys, I know this is your last day and all but we still have to announce our prom King and Queen."
From the corner of my eyes I could see Ashley getting ready to go up on stage and I laughed internally thinking about how much she cared about a silly crown.
"Of course as always, ladies first." The principle was handed an envelope, "our prom queen of 2017 is," there was a drum role, "Ashley Benson!" Ashley pranced into the stage and principle handed Ashley the bouquet of flowers and placed a crown on her head.
Ashley glanced at the crowd and smiled coyly. "And our prom king is," there was another drum role, "Dylan Knight!" People had turned to looked at Dylan, who wasn't moving.
"Dylan. Dylan Knight?" The principle looked around in the dark and Ashley rolled her eyes.
"Go get your crown." I nudged him.
"I am not dancing with that revolting monster."
"Just go get your crown." I rolled my eyes with a laugh.
"I'll be back in a few seconds mi amor." He kissed my forehead, before jogging up to the stage.
The principle placed the crown on his head, "and now it's time for our special-"
"Can I just interrupt?" Dylan quickly said and he just nodded with a shrug. Dylan grinned and stepped up to the microphone, "I don't actually want to dance with Ashley, so to anyone who does, you're free to take the spot and I'd also like to say, it was a great journey we've all had together and today is our last day and we should make the best of it blah blah blah. Good luck for the future, hopefully no one dies or gets killed because of drug dealing-"
"Okay that's enough Dylan." The mic was taken off him and people laughed loudly as he jumped off the stage.
"Shall we depart now m'lady?" Dylan held out his arm as he tried to put on a British accent and failed horribly.
I laughed and hooked my arm with his as we left. "Where to now?" I laughed as we sat in his car.
"You'll see." We were driving on the road in a matter of seconds and I raised an eyebrow at Dylan. I shrugged and turned on his radio and there some actual good music playing. Dylan's hand was resting on my thigh and instead of letting it stay there, I twiddled around with his fingers, making him laugh.
"What?" I looked away from his hand to him.
"You're just so cute." Dylan smiled brightly.
My cheeks warmed up and soon enough we had parked somewhere. I was about to open my door but Dylan had. "How did you-" I cut myself off pointing from his door to mine in confusion.
"Magic." He laughed and I stepped out looking at the forest area in front of us.
"Did you bring an extra pair of shoes for me?" I laughed as Dylan was grabbing some things.
"Oh shit, I didn't think of that." Dylan exhaled loudly. "Here hold these." Dylan passed me a blanket and I slipped off my shoes. Suddenly I felt myself being lifted from the ground.
"Dylan I swear. If you drop me!" I squeaked.
He chuckled loudly, "I would do that to you mi amor."
I latched onto his neck for my dear life. I couldn't get this dress ruined. We suddenly came into a clearing and you could see the the lake from beyond where we stood.
Dylan dropped me to my feet slowly and took the blanket from my arms and then lay it on the floor. I quickly tip toed into the blanket where Dylan lay. "I thought we'd come back here, like our first date."
"That's very romantic of you." I teased and he laughed.
His laughed faded into the darkness and we stayed quiet for a few minutes. His arms had wrapped around me and the warmth spread around me as a breeze swished by. The night stars twinkled in the dark colour sky, the crescent moon stiff in its place.
I let out a sigh, content with everything at the moment. I could want nothing more nor nothing less. I just wanted this and I had this and I loved every single minute of it.
"I remember the first time we kissed." I broke the silence. Dylan raised an eyebrow in the dark and his hand rested in my cheek, caressing it softly. "The Nutella covering us and we were laughing on floor. The moment is something I'll treasure forever because the first time we'd kissed it was as if everything had fell into place and when everything went wrong it hurt me so deeply and I felt like I had lost everything, everything being you." I frowned and so did Dylan. "And then I realised I loved you. In the midst of it all I loved you and I nearly lost you."
"I remember giving you that necklace, it was nothing special when I gave it to you but as soon as you wore it you made it special. You wore it everyday and even though I had hurt you, you still wore it." Dylan smiled, "and I won't ever forget that. A necklace that had no meaning was given meaning by you because you loved me and refused to take it off." Dylan's breath was fanning over me and the minty breath mixed with a sugary smell, had smelt amazing to me. "I realised I loved you when I got jealous over a someone trying to hit on you."
I giggled and smiled, "I love you."
"I love you." Dylan's lips molded against mine perfectly as we kissed and the world fell away around us. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be.
His hand rested below my ear, his thumb caressing my cheek as our breaths mingled. I ran my fingers down his spine, pulling him closer until there was no space left between us and I could feel the beating of his heart against my chest.
This is all I could want and all I would ever need.
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Oh my god! This is the last chapter guys! We only have the epilogue left. (Is there anything you want me to specifically include in the epilogue?). God, I'll refrain from the emotional speeches and leave it for the next chapter.
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Till next time,
Sadia👽🦁