I guess you really did it this time
Left yourself in your warpath
She saw him walk to the principal's office, again.
Third time this week. What could he have done to go to the principal's office three times this week? She looked at him with fake disgust along with her friends.
Even though she hated to tell anyone, not even her closest friends, but she liked Zach. A lot.
But she couldn't go out with a bad boy.
She has a reputation, for preppy football players, not Goth bad boys.
But he did pull of black so good.
There was something that made her believe there was something more, there had to be. Everyone has feelings, no one's a rock.
She shook the feeling off and ran to her last period class, science, with her ex-boyfriend, Josh. Yes, he was the only boy that ever broke-up with her, and yet she was fine with it.
The clock seemed like it was going extra slow, just to annoy her.
Who really needs to know how to form a proper scientific question?
Like, seriously?
Once the bell rang she jumped out of her seat so quickly it made a cheetah look slow.
She threw her school books in her bag, and ran to the gym, where all of her friends were waiting for her, so they could start decorating for the dance tonight.
Cammie was the last one there.
"Sorry guys, stupid science!" She shouted which got everyone laughing.
"No it's fine we were just going over the ideas. We were just informing everyone about the theme change, a mask ball!" Tina shouted.
"Uh, don't you mean a Mardi Gras theme?" Cammie asked.
"Yeah." Tina said blushing from embarrassment.
"Okay let's get to work!" Macey shouted and with that the girls started decorating.
After hours of countless curling, and eye poking, she was ready.
Her wash blonde hair was curled every so elegant, she added a little more make-up to make the occasion more special, and her gown. Oh, her gown was gorgeous; a long gold tool gown and a tight shimmery corset. She looked beautiful in it. Oh, and you could not forget her mask; it was made out of honey-gold lace, and embellished with fake crystals.
She walked through the doors, and saw clumps of purple, green, and gold dresses. The guys wore coordinating tie colors with their dates, which they were probably forced by their girlfriends.
She walked around, as graceful as she could with 5 inch heels. All her friends had dates, so she was alone; it didn't make her sad or angry though because she was happy for them. She knew the feeling.
Someone bumped into her, and mumbled a quick sorry.
How odd? She thought, but shrugged it off.
Her feet made their way to the punch table.
No one was there.
She poured her class of punch into the cheap, fake, crystal cup.
"Hi." He said.
She turned around and saw a guy.
He was tall, well built, and well hot from his body. His black hair covered his eyes, so she couldn't make out who it was, and it didn't help that he was wearing a mask either.
"Hi." She said and smiled.
"Hey I was wondering if you wanted to dance." He asked.
"I'd love to." And with the grab of his hand, they were off to the dance floor.
She didn't ask for his name, and he didn't ask for hers.
Most people might have thought that was rude, but Cammie thought it just added to the excitement.
He twirled her around the gymnasium floor; making it look as if they knew each other for forever, but they didn't only a few minutes. That change to a few hours, they didn't speak, just smiled and danced.
"Hey want to go somewhere we could talk?" He shouted over the music.
She nodded her head, and he led the way out the door.
They talked about little things; like what their favorite colors were, and what their dreams were once senior year was over. Cammie remembered all of his answers, his favorite color was blue, and he wanted to be in the army once school was over. People might have thought that he shouldn't want to be in the army, but to go to college and become a doctor. She didn't; she thought it was heroic, and kind, and over all brave. She admired that.
"Hey do you know what time is it?" She asked to him while leaning her head on the brick wall outside.
"Midnight." He answered.
"I have to go; I promised my mom I'd be home before midnight." She said while getting up from her seat.
He pushed her back down.
And made his mask fall off; revealing to her who he was.
Zachary Goode.
Why did he push me? She thought. Or why did Zachary Goode want to know her.
But her thoughts we're shut down once she heard the piercing shriek.
And then the gun shot.
She pushed Zach off, realizing he saved her life, and ran to the sound of the shriek.
She saw the dead body on the ground, she screamed.
On the ground in a bright green dress, was her beautiful friend, Macey. Dead. Blood was coming out of her stomach where she must have gotten shot.
All I remember after that was falling, someone grabbed me, but after that; all black.
Lost your balance on a tightrope.
It's never too late to get it back.
Heyy people! It's me again. I know, I know. I have another story to work on, but this idea came into my head. What do you think so far? It is gonna be a full story :DDDD Review? Subscribe?