I didn't like a lot of things. I hated dressing up—if it was unnecessary. I hated fake people, and their fake attitudes, and everything that they pretended to be. I hated my Dad, for walking out on my Mom, and my brother. And last of all, I hated sparkly dresses, and school dances mixed together.
It looked like a unicorn puked all over Tina Walters, and her group of wannabes. And it looked like it puked on me too.
My three best friends, Liz Sutton, Bex Baxter, and Macey McHenry had dressed me for the homecoming dance when 1) I didn't even have a date 2) I didn't want to go and 3) I was wasting a perfectly perfect Saturday night. At the freaking homecoming dance.
But I liked my dress. It wasn't overly sparkly. I felt like my own Cinderella.
I sighed, continuing to play Doodle-jump on my I-Phone, waiting for Liz, Bex, and Macey to come bacl from their 'bathroom break', even though I knew for a fact that they were on the opposite side of the gym, flirting it up with some seniors. One of which who was my brother.
Yet, another slow song came on, and all the girls looked around for dance partners. Me, I just leaned against the wall, debating whether or not I should take off these ridiculously pretty, and high deathtrap Jimmy Choo heels. The dance floor was empty. Well, that was weird. Usually all the girls had dates, but apparently that was out, Josh Abrahms.
I glanced over, in the corner—where Tina Walters was oh so conveniently making out with my ex-boyfriend, Josh.
Of course. Everyone went for the pretty over-the top girls. Not the plane Jane. The Chameleon. Even in second grade I was so invisible, that when we went on a field trip to DC that they left me behind. Good thing I knew where my Aunt Abby lived, or else I would have been left all alone in the mall. My Mom was livid.
"Why is such a pretty girl, standing alone—" My inner ramblings ceased at the sound of Zachary Goode's voice. I tried to focus on my breathing, as his emerald green eyes focused on me. "—when I know for a fact that half of the guys here asked you to homecoming?"
I stood there, staring at him. Sure I knew of him. Mr. Hot-Shot, amazingly gorgeous, amazingly player-ish, and amazingly amazing was actually talking to me. And he was a senior.
I decided to take into account all the acting classes my Dad had put me in before he left. They better come in handy.
"Friends ditched. No date." I sighed, indifferently. Wow, who knew this would actually work. "What about you? I would think Zachary Goode would have a date to homecoming."
"I had an eye on someone, but didn't ask. She's out of my league." He shrugged, coming to lean against the wall next to me. "You would know, right?"
"Don't get cocky now," I grinned, running my fingers roughly through my hair.
"Come on, dance with me," He said suddenly, after a few seconds of silence. I looked at him like he was talking crazy. He put on his serious face. "Please,"
I hesitated, "Fine." With that he towed me out onto the crowded dance-floor, Hero playing softly in the background.
There were only a few things I was aware of as we danced. 1) He smelled
"Are you serious?" I asked Zach, incredulously, my bare feet dipping in the cool water of the small lake, staring at Zach, who was smirking like there was no tomorrow. "You wanted me to jump in the lake, now?"
"I believe that is what I dared you to do," He grinned, running a hand roughly thorugh his dark brown hair. "So, do it."
After the dance got over, and everyone headed home, or to some sort of Homecoming after-party, Zach and I had left to go walk around a very deserted Roseville. Then we ended up playing Truth or Dare, and that was how we ended up at the old lake house his parents owned, somewhere in Charleston, South Carolina, or Virginia Beach, we both sort of tuned out after we hit Charlottesville.
So, considering my Mom was in Paris for work for two more weeks, and I had the house to myself, and my brother Grant. So I really didn't have a curfew, and considering it was now 4AM. Grant would probably freak on me, but he was Grant, so I could possibly outsmart him.
"This is a four-hundred dollar dress…do you really expect me to jump into that lake, in the dress?" I questioned, handing him my heels.
"I'll give you my shirt." He smirked, proceeding to take off his dress shirt, and handing it to me. "So, I don't have to buy you another dress."
"Thanks," I grinned, pulling his shirt on, buttoning it up, and slipping off the glittery mess I called a dress. "Hold the dress."
Has there ever really been a time where I really, really wanting to jump into a freezing cold water, in one of the hottest guy in all of the east-coast's dress shirt and your Victoria's Secret PINK underwear, and have said hot guy watching me, holding my dress, and shoes? No. How about now? Yes.
"Do I have to?" I asked, spinning around. "Because it is really cold, and we have school tomorrow, and I really don't want to get sick—" My mumbling was cut off my Zach.
Zach pulling me in with him, into the freezing lake. It was cold, like I think my freezer was warmer.
"Dude!" I yelled, as soon as I came up for air. I was trying to pull the charade that I was drowning. It did not work, since it was really hard to breathe under there. "What the hell was that?"
I hadn't exactly known him for the longest time. Sure, I knew him from around school, but he never really talked to me.
Grant separated his friends from his family. He was the biggest family guy around family, but when he was around his friends, he was the biggest cocky, ass.
"Well you weren't going in." He smirked, grabbing my hand, and pulling me towards the white dock. "Come on, lets get you home. Before Grant, or McHenry calls the police on you,"
"Okay," I shrugged, pulling myself back up on the dock, and grabbing one of the black towels. "And thanks. I really needed this,"
"No problem, Cam. I did too,"
Wowwww. That chapter took forever to write. I had a case of serious writers block. But from now on if I don't have two chapters rewritten I am not going to post. But it's a win win situation. You guys get two chapters.
REVVIIIEEEWWWWW
-Justadreamer13