Traces of Scars
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters depicted in the movie 'Ten Things I Hate About You'. Touchstone pictures does, although I truly wish that I could have been in that flick…*swoons* Oh, and I also do not own 'Dancing in the Moonlight' by Toploader…
Author's Note… Here we go with a lovely 'Ten Things I Hate About You' fiction! The pairings might be a bit different than you expect, but nonetheless, I still hope you enjoy it! This chapter begins during the prom, right after Kat ran off upon finding out that Patrick had been paid to take her out…this story is written from Mandella's POV…(she is the brunette Shakespeare-crazed friend of Kat…) this chapter is dedicated to all my great reviewers! Thank you guys! You are the reason I keep writing! Enjoy!
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Chapter One
'Dancing in the moonlight,
Everybody's feeling warm and bright,
It's such a fine and natural sight,
Everybody's dancing in the moonlight.'
The music resounded in my ears as Michael leaned in to me and began to speak.
"Mandella, you are such a smooth dancer…where did you learn how to glide like that?" Michael was being so sweet to me, asking me all about myself and treating me like a real Shakespearean princess. That's never happened to me before. I was so tight with Kat, that I never really noticed guys, I figured that if they were interested in me before, they sure as hell wouldn't be as soon as I started hanging with Kat. I think people thought we were lesbians or something, chilling with each other so friggen much. But I just thought that no guys liked me, and I almost wanted them to stay away from me.
"I used to be in ballet and ballroom dancing," I replied to answer Michael's question, "but I never thought I'd get a chance to use those skills." I think I blushed a little 'oh God, Mandella, stop smiling like an idiot! But then my smile fell when I saw Kat out of the corner of my eye. Her face was flushed and she looked awfully pissed at something, most likely the guy following her out of the room, Patrick. God Patrick, what have you done now?
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By the time I hacked the crowds of girls touching up their make-up in the bathroom, I though I was going to burst. Finally, a stall opened up and I hoisted up my dress to, um…well, you know! Anyways, I was just sitting there, when the bathroom got quiet, I could tell that most of the primping girls had left, to my surprise, and I was alone, except for someone sitting in the next stall, but I could only see the bottom of a dark blue dress, no feet, so I was guessing it was some upset girl sitting on the tank and trying to figure stuff out. Then I heard a gasp and I saw a red droplet hit the floor and puddle out. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. I was seeing someone cut themselves, and I didn't know what to do. What could I do? I quickly did up the hooks on the bodice part of my gown and flushed. As soon as I had washed my hands, I bolted. I didn't even bother to use the air dryer, I just had to leave. I couldn't deal with what was going on in the next stall. It had been so long since I used a sharp that I knew that I needed to just stay away from it.
Michael was waiting outside the bathroom door, waiting for me, what a sweetie. I told him I wanted to go home, I was tired. 'Liar' I called myself under my breath. God, Michael knew I wasn't tired. But he didn't press the matter and he just drove me home, so no matter anyways. He dropped me off at my mother's apartment and didn't even say goodnight. He just dumped me on the doorstep. I think I upset him.
"Michael," I called out at him just before he turned the ignition, "I honestly had a good time tonight. You were a true Prince Charming. I am just trying to work some stuff out now, that's all." He didn't say anything in return, he just backed out of the complex parking lot.
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