Matilda's white Porsche screeched to a halt as we reached the Car-Park of the Hotel. A massive crowd was swarming in front of the entrance, Girls in masquerade in magnificent costumes, big beautiful ball-gowns. Boys in sophisticated suits, it felt like a debutante ball ala Gossip Girl rather than a shitty Halloween disco.
"God, Catholic schools just love to take anything that could be a great, gritty fucking mess. Bleed the fun out of it and make it a big, boring formal shit-fest." Matilda announced, agitated to the rest of the Eagles. We never expected the dance to be this y'know "Grown up."
As Fetus Freshmen we dreamed of surviving all the way to our Senior Year to attend the legendary Halloween dance. It was rumoured to be a night of epic proportions, everyone got piss drunk leading all hell to break loose. Fights broke out leading to broken limbs and bloody noses, Girls would make out with their Best Friends' boyfriend leading to hair pulling and social damnation. Idk if you seen that scene in Mean Girls where Regina is standing there while the entire student body acts like wild animals but that's what we were expecting. Sounded unreal.
But NO because of "BUDGET CUTS" we had to attend St Helena's Dance instead. St Helena's was the neighbouring Catholic Grammar School and when I tell you it was the snobbiest place on earth, it made Cambridge look like a Community College. They looked down at us Eastside folk like we had no functioning brain cells because they assumed that we didn't get the Grades needed to get into their elitist school. WELL they can go eff themselves because I passed their stupid test, got an A and still chose Eastside. So wayyyyy.
Before we could compose ourselves, a bunch of white, skinny blondes who could give the Victoria Secret Angels a run for their money walked past us. Our mouths dropped as they strutted, adorned across their beautiful bodies was the most elegant and extravagant dresses we had ever seen. To simply say they were "stunning" would be the understatement of the century.
One of them turned around to us, a tall strawberry blonde who looked like a long-lost Hadid sister. The girl sniggered and blatantly rolled her eyes at us. Uh, alright...someone has a stick up their ass. But I wasn't going to say anything, little things like that I don't let it effect me because well, I'm too scared to stand up for myself. But, this did not sit well with Matilda and she was well and truly ready to stand up for herself.
Matilda shot up like a sunflower seed exposed to an ultralight beam and spun the snobby biatch quickly around. "Excuse me?" Matilda exclaimed in anguish, no one- and I mean NO ONE dares throw shade at her, picks a fight and makes it out alive.
"Oh I'm sorry... Did I roll my eyes out loud?" The pretty St. Helena's student retorted back, she sounded like a chipmunk. Her gaggle of friends laughed to back her up and make the comment sting even more. It was like putting salt on a wound for Matilda, and as her eyebrows furrowed the laughter slowly started to fade away. They were scared and they had every right to be.
Matilda moved forward to the clique, standing tall with her hand placed firmly on her hips. "Before you dare try and judge me please keep in mind your probably a piece of shit too."
Matilda narrowed her eyes. "You can judge me when you're perfect."
She bluntly stated, ready to simply move on and just attend the dance but the Blonde was having none of it.
"Im a Size 2, Head Cheerleader, Student Body President, Future Valedictorian and Harvard Alumni. I'm the richest bitch in the Tri-State Area, i've been in 121 Pageants and won 89 including Miss Teen America so I think its suffice to say I'm BEAUTIFUL and therefore fucking perfect." The absolutely stunning St.Helena's girl clapped back, she was totally not questioning my sexuality by the way...I don't know why you would think that...uh entonces.
Matilda was MAD, we are that tight by just one look I can completely read her emotions, this bitch was ready to kill through the power of sarcasm and rapier wit.
"Okay first of all," Matilda began as she descended onto her ruthless take down.
"I could remove 98% of your "beauty" with a wet face- cloth" Oh my good God.
"Secondly...could you like move away from the sunlight I absolutely can't stand the smell of burning Plastic!"
I can't physically breathe right now, she isn't saying what I think she's saying to this complete randomer's face where is her confidence from and how can I get some of it,
"and Finally, don't talk about yourself so much darling, we'll do it when you leave."
When I tell you their faces went bright red... THEIR FACES WENT BRIGHT RED. They were so embarrassed they couldn't even contain their shock and horror at the proper insults they had just been thrown. They didn't even know how to function, one of them was stumbling finding it even difficult to stand in front of Matilda and this was her on a good day.
"Classic Eastsiders," The Blonde sheepishly stabbed, her face was like a beetroot."So uh- uncivilised and um-uncouth with their ob-obvious attitude problems."
"Attitude problem?" Matilda repeated mockingly to the girl in a sing-song voice, "You just don't like my attitude and that's really not my problem."
The main Bitch in charge of the St.Helena girls couldn't stand to be berated anymore and walked off motioning her henchmen to follow.
"Come along bitches, I can't be bothered to waste my time with these disgusting, ugly paesents.They're obviously just jealous of us!"
"Us jealous of you!" Matilda screamed into the distance. "BLESS YOUR DELUSIONAL HEART!"
They quickly sped along into the direction of the hotel reception and thankfully out of our sight.
"That was not needed Matilda." Meghan lectures Matilda, she hated confrontation with a passion. "Now they probably hate us!"
It was Matilda's turn now to roll her eyes, "Look stop being a people pleaser all the time." It was true, Meghan was terrified of anyone having any qualms against her as she was scared of it damaging her character and reputation. "Your allowed to have a couple of enemies." Matilda learned against her car bonnet and lit a cigarette between her teeth.
"Yeah but what happens when the enemies start to outnumber the friends, Matilda?" Meghan stated in a stoic manner trying to hide her annoyance at the "people pleaser" comment.
But after all the rumours circulating around school hailing Matilda as a slut, Meghan really brought up a hard topic for Matilda, you know it's difficult for her when she can't even think of a comeback.
Matilda sat on her bonnet in silence, quietly taking a drag from her cigarette. Putting her head down in the direction of the tar-Mac, she didn't want to give Meghan the satisfaction of knowing she successfully got a rise out of her.
"Well I'm going to go into the deep end!" Pepper squeaked enthusiastically. "We have a costume contest to win! Come on Meghan." Sensing the tension, she grabbed Meghan by the hand and whisked her away into the night.
"What was that all about?" I asked, puzzled. To be honest, I have no idea where Meghan was coming from. Why was she trying to stick up for the St.Helena girls? Most importantly, why was she putting Matilda down? Not to sound like a Disney Channel character but she's supposed to be her friend? Friends don't make each other almost cry and then walk away without explaining their actions?
"I don't care, Meghan is soo uptight. She's so obsessed with how everyone perceives "The Eagles." She doesn't like how everyone is viewing us as "Scarlet Women with questionable morales and scandalous history with men" Matilda attempted to mock Meghan but there was such a sadness in her voice the joke didn't hit right at all.
"Anyway...I hate "The Eagles" sometimes it feels so fake, so forced...I always think like- if I wasn't dating a footballer we wouldn't be friends!" Matilda's voice shook as she leaned back on the bonnet looking at the sun fade down. Sensing her sadness I leaned down to join her and smothered her into a cuddle.
"Your chatting absolute shit!" I explicitly stated, emphasising how much I cared about her. "You're my bitch for life and no matter what happens I got your back regardless of who you're dating."
Matilda gave me a weak smile. "Dude I've got to stop getting emotional in front of you it's completely destroying my bad bitch reputation."
We both giggled, pulled ourselves away from the car and began to put on our masks. "Please stop talking like a Riverdale character- I'm finding it hard to take you seriously." I joked as I fastened my beautiful cream with black lace masquerade mask to my face.
"Speaking of characters...your Enigmatic English E-Boy is coming this way." Matilda whispered as a figure approached us, I looked up.
It was Harry Styles in a Hawaiian shirt blood stained all over it.
What I didn't know then was that the blood wasn't fake...it was real.