Chapter 39// I Keep Them Handy For These Situations
A/N: Happy Halloween guys!
What are you going to be for Halloween?
My answer: A possessed person
GUESS WHAT!?
NOTHING!(nihil)
^that was an inside joke
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📓Ashley's POV📓
"You two can go, I'm not. End of story." I tell Lindsey and Hannah. Hannah's face falls and the three dresses in her hands fall onto my bed. I shrug, I don't care about things. Dances, are just stupid. Who would want to move there bodies in awkward positions to music? And better yet, with a guy?
"But it's our last dance! Why can't you make it your first?" Hannah asks me.
I scrunch up my face. The both of them exchange looks then back at me Lindsey finally speaks, "but it's our last dance and we want it to be with you. So you're coming wether you like it or not."
"But I don't have a dress," I try to say in a Cinderella voice, but end up failing horrifically, causing myself to cringe. Hannah pics up the dress from my bed, which she had dropped. "We got you covered."
The dress is purple with a silver now around the waist. It has no straps what so ever and it goes down mid thigh. I take one look at it and shake my head, "nope. Nu-uh. Nope. Never. I can't. I don't want to wear that."
"Why!?" Lindsey cries. "It's amazing!"
"I'd look like a bimbo, I'll wait the blue one though," I smirk. If it's blue I'll wear no matter how it looks.
Lindsey gasps, "but that one was for me!"
"Than wear the purple one. You were the one who said it was amazeballs."
She glares at me, "fine."
-Prom In Two Days-
My parents had surprisingly let me go. Prom—as I was told was in two days. All the seniors, dick or no dick wouldn't let there attention rest anywhere else. Guys asked girls, girls would say no, because of some complication. And than there were others, the perfect couples. Like Lindsey, and Keith. They had agreed to go together, they were now even wearing matching clothes. Lindsey would wear the purple dress and Keith would wear the same dark purple shaded tie.
Hannah on the other hand had gotten a date. Some guy named Winslow in our Science class, he sat next to Jace. And from what I've heard Jace say; he's a chatter box.
No guys had asked me, no guys had mentioned the word "prom" or "dance'' around me. I was expecting Bryce would-of course I wasn't hoping to hard so that my heart wouldn't get broken. I've watched to many clichés to let that happen to me.
-One Day Left To Prom-
No one! I'll have no one! They lied! Hannah and Lindsey said they wanted to go with me—the three of us. But they have dates and I don't. I think I relied on Jace of Trace to. But of course they have there own dates. Well, neither of the have an actual date. They are competing against each other to see who can dance with every girl there first. Stupid—I know.
"So," Bryce says awkwardly to the rest of the table who is trying to ignore the fact that Lindsey's face is being gobbled don my Keith's face. "Ashley, you going to prom?"
"Oh-Um...Yes." I munch on a Cheeto.
"You wanna go with me?" He says not making eye contact
"Sure." I reply not looking at him.
"Pick you up at seven?"
"Yep."
"Kay."
"You excited?" He asks.
"Yep, you?"
"Now I am."
I finally look up from my bag of Cheetos. Hannah's just staring at us, like we're crazy, I look at her and shrug. Than I freeze remembering.
-0 Days until Prom-
"What the fuck kind of proposal was that!" Lindsey yammers as she puts mascara on my eyes. She slaps my hand away. "Nope! Stop touching your face. You'll ruin the foundation!"
"It was a simple proposal, because it's just a dance."
Lindsey see's Hannah brushing her hair in the bathroom across the hall from her room, "Bryce likes you, yet he didn't put any effort into that!"
"Bryce doesn't like me." I think of something to back myself up. "Even if he did it wouldn't last, we have a month left of school than I'm off to college never to see him again."
"But what if you guys go to the same college and become roommates and get married and have to peacocks named Joe and Jim and live on Brazil?" She starts applying blush.
"No ones going to Brazil, I'm going to New Zealand."
Lindsey drops the makeup brush to the floor and takes a step away from me.
"But what about St. John's?"
"I thought you and Hannah were joking."
"We weren't Ashley. This is serious."
I shake my head, "I know, I know. But I'm going to New Zealand. I'm going on a full scholarship. Come on at least be happy for me."
"Happy!" She scoffs, "why wouldn't I be happy. I, always happy for you, everything that's happened for you has been amazing, you're one of the smartest people in the school and you dismiss it you're probably the Valedictorian—yet you still don't care and the one time it involves us, you think it's important. Because Ashley I, always supportive for your ideas, and this one I ask you are supportive of mine. Hannah and I've already saved up to go there. You don't need too. You'd applied and you've gotten a scholarship. So come with us."
"Lindsey-"
She cuts me off, "I don't want to be in a bad mood during Prom so please let me do your makeup." There's a knock on the door as Hannah takes the curler out of my hair. Lindsey pulls her head out of the closet. "That's probably Keith.
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I open the door to see Bryce standing there besides Keith. Winslow is behind them trying to peek into the house. Lindsey rushes out and Keith grabs her arm, that's when I see a long black car in the road. It's the limo that I've only been in once. "Ashley? Will you accompany me to prom?" He pulls out a tulip, whose roots are still dangling from the bottom. Dirt hangs in clumps of the roots. I bite back a laugh, "yes, yes I shall."
"Where's Hannah?" A small voice comes from behind Bryce. It's Winslow, he has these square glasses that are pushes up to the crook of his nose.
"She's-"
"Right here," Hannah says. She steps through the door. That's when I realize how short Winslow really is. Hannah has about ta few inches on him. He's about 5'3'. Hannah's eyes widen when she see's the limo, "Is that what we're going in?"
Winslow's face turns beat red, "no." Is voice is barley audible behind a whisper, "it's the car behind it." There's a black SUV behind the limo.
"Oh," Hannah remains excited. "What are you waiting for? There's a dance waiting for us!" With that she drags him to the car, leaving me and Bryce alone.
"Hi," I say smiling. He hands me the tulip, "Thanks!"
"You look great," he says looking me up and down. I suddenly become self conscious, as I shut the front door. "You do too."
"Yeah well feat your eyes, this is the one and only time you'll see me in anything formal." I snort, than my eyes widen and I look up at Bryce, expecting to see him judging me-he's not.
With thought he grabs my hand, I shiver at the contact. He takes me to the limo, where Lindsey and Keith are in an epic makeout session. Insert gag.
Bryce sit down at the other side awkwardly internally gaging at the slurping sounds coming form the other side of the car.
Than I hear a fart sound.
That's it I'm going to throw up. "Do you have a doggy bag?" I ask Bryce. He hands me a brown paper bag, "I keep them handy for these situations."
After an awkward car ride we park infront of the school and the driver opens the door. My heart skips a beat when I see who it is.
John
That son of a-
I refuse his hand to help me out of the car. I see Winslow and Hannah walk into the school ahead of us.
Bryce's POV
When Ashley takes my hand I can sense something is wrong. She drags me into the school, when someone grabs my hand. I see that it's Hannah.
"You can go ahead," I saw to Ashley. She nods and runs to catch up with Lindsey. Winslow or whatever the hell his name is, is nowhere near Hannah. "What happened to her hating you?" She asks me.
"I'm not ready for that yet, I want to see how tonight is going to go, and everything I'm going to miss when I make her want to have nothing to do with me."
Hannah's face softens and she puts a hand on my shoulder and looks up and me, "It's not your fault. It's Oliver's. You know you can't disrespect him, and you don't want to get Ashley into any trouble."
When we walk into the Gym together, I spot Lindsey and Ashley laughing there butts of as Keith starts slow dancing with Jace, and Trace is on one knee asking Ashley for a dance.
Wait...the fuck...
What is in that Punch
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Any thoughts on the chapter? Winslow? Who do you think Oliver is?
Teaser for the next chapter:
"You were to late," a water droplet falls on of my face. I realize that it's a tear, "I was too stupid to realize anything, and now it's way to late. I always ruin these kind of things. I'm sorry-" the tears that have pooled up in my eyes spill and make voice starts shaking as I continue talking. "I-I'm really sorry, I didn't know that this would even-"
Until next time!
-Hatay46