I looked away, my face heating up under my mask. I could feel their gazes burning into me from where I stood, and because there were others trying to get in, I quickly moved down the steps, careful not to trip in these heels. As soon as I was on the floor, people started rushing over; boys asking to dance, girls asking me where I got my dress. It was strange, having so much attention on me. I was used to some people staring at me, it was part of a package when you're almost 17 and only 5'1, but this was weird.
Four POV:
I almost immediately regretted coming as soon as I walked in. Almost 30 girls (and a few guys too) swarmed around me, asking to dance and acting flirty. Will said I should have expected it, considering the same exact thing happened most days during school, save for the dancing part. I expected less, considering we were all wearing masks, but according to him, no one else has such "rich navy eyes". Honestly, I think he reads too much. It really was kind of bland. All the girls dressed the same, acted the same, it was almost as if they were all just millions of copies of one girl. Almost all the girls at the dance wore red, pink, gold, or white, their masks color coordinated with them. And all the dresses had similar builds; strapless, low cut, and at least one size too small, most likely to make their cleavage pop out more. And it definitely worked. All of them looked ready to burst, as if they had been sewn into their dresses.
Uriah, Zeke, Will and I stood in a corner, away from all of the commotion. I had attempted to escape and just go back home, but Zeke caught me and now was keeping a close eye on me. The music and laughing around us was just background noise as we talked. Uriah and Zeke were trying to get me to do track again this year. "Coach has been on our asses since you quit, dude. He yells even more than usual and he keeps asking us why we can't be more like you." Uriah sighed, leaning back against the wall behind him. "Apparently he expects us all to be gods like you." He said, sarcastic little shit as always. I was about to reply with a smartass comment, but suddenly all the talking around us stopped, as if someone had hit a mute button. Gasps filled the room and as I turned around, I saw why.
Standing at the top of the stairs was a goddess. Golden hair framed her face, which was gorgeous, even from here. Her dress was black and blue, making her stand out from the other girls. And her mask, it in itself was a treasure. Black with a large blue feather that even from this distance looked soft, and outlined in something sparkly. She stood there for a moment, as if surprised by the reaction, before starting down the steps, only to be greeted by a tide of people, male and female alike. I started to walk over, but held myself back. At least for now, I should keep my distance. I should at least try to have a good time and not become putty in her hands, which I knew that if I got closer, I would.
*Happy Holidays my dears. Sorry I have been MIA for so long, but I was having some personal issues, which I have now worked through enough that I think I should be able to update regularly once more like I used to. Please, forgive me for my vacancy, but I am here now, and, as a present, I give you this chapter.*