Lycaon Dusk

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Chapter 8: Prom!

Two weeks, it has been since Harry's funeral and all hell broke loose. Bella started to avoid me thanks to her boyfriend, Mr. Edward Leech Cullen. Somehow, the mind reader can't read my mind, any at all. I'll say is hallelujah since no one wants' to know what goes on in there. Paul attempted to, only to end up smack in the face saying the horror. What, it's not like any day dreaming of teenage stuff is that bad? Of course, I could think of a few devastating crime scene's or murder ideas from watching too much crime show's like NCIS or CSI. Anyway, that out of the side, I know everything, how they defy Charlie rule's, him coming through the window and hang in Bella room. Hearing their conversation about turning Bella into a vampire, and oh god, the scent it's disgusting. Unlike Alice, sickening sugar coated fragrance or Victoria's strong perfume scent. Edwards was like those Axe's drenched with bleach with a pinch of lemon. Even worst, his personality make's my wolf tick. Hello, this is the twenty-first century not the twentieth. Also what's the problem with rock band T-shirts or music choice? No offence Eddie, the fifties may hold some historical musician like the King of rock and Johnny Cash, but come on, listen to today's music.

Leah and Seth last week phased, I was there for them precisely Leah, since Seth looks up to Jake as teen role model. I was there for them. Even took all risk to cutting my hair and getting a tattoo while Leah got the Pack's crest. Somehow, Jared and Paul recorded it and play the footage every time I visit La push. So say hello to my sailor mouth and all that. Hell, for a small tat, it hurt a lot when the ink artist dived his needle into my, hip drawing out a small copper Quileute pattern wolf. Charlie practically had a cow, but understands what I was doing. Said he would do something sort of like that for Billy or Sue. Though, Charlie said he'll not get use to the short yet long hair. I don't know I kinda like it's long enough to put up and short still.

Also my dad car finally shipped over. A blue Mustang: one that I like to call wild thing still in good condition. So now I could drive to school, La push, Port Angeles, and home without relying on the rust bucket (No offence Bella). With Sam permission, I took Leah with me one weekend to escape the pack's whole Leah-Emily- Sam love/pain triangle fest. She thanked me, even when dealing with her bitchy attitude. She'll apologies immediately for any accidental insult, couldn't blame her, the inner wolf adjusting to mine. So no hard feeling!

Jake called me, though I hardly see him or the pack once the Cullen's returned. Unless, I come over but still rare; including the motor bike incident a while back that got Bella grounded. Sure, I got angry too, close to punching him. However, I understand his purpose; he was trying to protect Bella.

"So, what are you doing for Prom?" Leah asked on the phone.

"I don't think I'm going," I said, sitting on my bed closing, The color of water by James McBride, "Bella is going out of town this weekend to visit her mom in Florida. And well . . . no guy asked me out. Including the dances is like five day's!" I held back the part of Edward going to Florida as well.

"I'm sorry. Geez, I wished I could come, but I'm twenty and at out of school." Leah said.

"Yeah," I sighed leaning back, "I might just come over and we can have an anti-"

"NO YOU DON'T!" Leah exclaimed that I pull the phone away with a wink. "You're going to prom no matter what! Now, I'll ask Sam to switch my patrol and meet you at school."

"The treaty?"

"Doesn't involve the school, so leech clan won't get batty; buy your ticket and see you after school." Then she hanged up. Wow, demanding much? I don't know who to obey, Sam or Leah. No matter, as I chuckled to myself and headed down stairs ready for school early to see if I can buy a ticket.

Once I got to the school, a yellow Porsche parked next to my spot. I groaned, wishing I was assigned to a different spot. Alice, can the Pixie take the hint, my allegiances is to the pack. So, I sat in my car in mock reading, to act like I was doing something till someone tapped on the window. And low and behold, it was Alice. She pointed down toward the lock, with a sigh, rolling down the window half way as she held: Prom, invitation? I raised a brow confused, what is she getting at?

"Hey Diana, how's it going?" she asked perky.

"Fine…. can I help you?"

She nodded, handing over the prom tickets. I was confused ready to give them back, but she stopped me. "It's funny that I can see you. Anyway, the tickets are sold out. I took liberty if not a privilege and bought these for you. Oh, and don't worry, no vamps will be there we-" She stopped herself then continued. "Anyway, let this make amend for us just you and me."

Seeing how Alice was telling the truth, I nodded. Oh the pack is going to kill me if they found out. Alice squealed chanting "thank you" then step back, "Oh, and go for something dark if not a wine color, including gloves, ciao." As she stormed if not skip across the parking lot to her boyfriend Jasper. Somehow, I'm going to regret this, if not pay a favor on this humble peace offering. I chuckled and open the enveloped when the prom ticket was kept, however not one, but two tickets fell out and a note. What the . . .

Take a date, I've seen the outcome.

Right psychic, I sighed and put them away before heading to class.

/o0o/

Afterschool, heading out to the parking lot to find Leah in: demine jeans, tank top, and sweat shirt tide around her waist. She leaned against the mustang, while ignoring the Cullen's glare. I smiled excited to see her as we high five each other.

"Ready to go shopping?" She asked.

"Sure sure," I said only to dodge a smack laughing. We got into the car and drove to Port Angeles laughing and singing to the radio. Then it reminded me. "So, I got two tickets to prom want to come?"

"Nah," My face dropped, yeah forgot, why should I ask a friend out? Leah grabbed my shoulder in reassurance, except I focused on the road, "It's not like I don't want to go. But you should go with a guy."

"Yeah, who would want a scar up chick?" I sarcastically said.

"Stop that!" I flinched, to Leah's voice, "Now listen, if you keep that up, and then fine. But I'm gonna play matchmaker, so kiss up."

I laughed, though scared in who she'll pick as my date: probably one of the pack members? Hope it's not Paul, sorry, but the guy has issue's, protective issues. Jared? Nah, he has an imprint/girlfriend! Quil, he phased last week. No wait, he's taking his cousin to the prom? Embry . . . maybe, possible contestant? Jake? No, he loves Bella, so he's out of the picture. Embry the winner: unless Leah decided to put Seth in the act? Seth is kinda cute . . . cute but in a brotherly way… I can deal with that.

We parked at Port Angeles in the public parking lot, lucky to find an available space close to Italia Bella. Leah literally dragged me toward the stores, where they were constantly full of girls who were going prom shopping at last minute. There was no way to get a dress, however Leah passed the gown store. Confused in where we were going, till stop at a more mature woman clothes store.

"Um Leah," I started.

Leah chuckled dragging me in, "My aunt runs the shop. So she'll find the perfect gown, not those excuses of a dress."

The store was called; Hewes boutique.

Inside the room was decorated in French decor, black, white and gold, racks filled with feminine semi- formal to evening gowns. A woman sat by the register, she seemed Quileute and lovely around her forties. The woman looked up and smiles, her brown orbs sparkle with delight.

"Leah it's good to see you again. Is this your friend you called about?" Leah's aunt said.

"Yes Aunt Molly, this is Diana. Stan's daughter, Diana you remember my aunt?" Leah introduced.

"Pleasure in meeting you again, Ms. Molly"

Molly chuckled swatting her hand, "Oh, no need to be formal for me Diana, call me Molly. It's been awhile since I last saw you. You were only a child." Molly explained, "Now Prom is coming, yes? So what is the theme?"

I pulled out the invitation and read aloud from the ivory paper, "Mascurage, formal masquerade."

Molly and Leah eyes lighten up as both grabbed my hands and dragged e toward the backroom. Where a 180 degree mirrors stood in dead center, along with ten manikin in what assume to be formal gowns each wore a different theme's or era. While I stopped in front of a Greek empire waist gown; how detailed in drapery in the craftsmanship of the culture, "You made these?"

"Yes, Leah told me about you and your measurements and self-conscience you are. So I picked ten out of my collection. Now let me see, spin around slowly." Molly said as I spin very slowly for her to evaluate, "Floor length defiantly and dark or mixed between those line."

"What about this?" Leah said, pointing at the earth colors princess dress.

"No, natural colors don't suit her skin, or that style." Molly announced, "Diana, why don't you look and see what brings interest?"

I nodded and walked around the room observing the many dresses, some evening gowns but none caught interest, until I stood in front of a manikin who wore a beautiful Halter evening gown that you see in those 1930's Hollywood classics. It was a long dress; the bodice has fabulous ruching all the way down to mid-thigh. It hugs the curves showing them off perfectly. The tank straps keep made it seem classy, yet sexy. There is a rose flower applique embellished with bead along the straps and creates of the heart shape neckline. While the fabric in the wine color satin, in the front as the skirt flow and a deep plunge back. Beautiful, but I's wouldn't work out in my convert zone since the scars would be exposed on certain region. However, my back was spare from damage and with gloves?

"Ah, I see you like my Rose vintage evening gown," Molly said, which I nodded flabbergasted to such simple yet elegant detail. I just recently made it so any option?

Leah soon joined in, "Dia, you have to wear this, bring envy to your school."

"I don't know, isn't it to revealing, no offence."

"How about we see if it fit's first?" Molly said, as she took it of the manikin and escorts me to the stage. I change into the gown not caring who saw me in my undergarment. Molly was able to adjust the straps and it fit perfectly, not to tight or big, as the strap slide down its hold like a glove. Starring at my reflection and gasped. I couldn't believe what I saw. Not a plain Jane or simple girl but a goddess. Even felt pretty for one tiny scar was show on my chest. All minds were made up, I'm getting the dress. I grabbed the price tag and gagged. Less than a hundred bucks! That's cheap, okay maybe not but affordable under the circumstances of the store's and the rose applique.

Afterwards, Molly left for a moment to grab something. She returned with a box, as she open it to reveal a golden Angelina mask. Simple yet elegant! I already decided what jewelry to wear once we got home. So we bought the mask, some purple two inch heal, and gown for at least $140.00. Once done we decided to go out for dinner at Bella Italia. I called Charlie to inform him of my where about: since he's been acting up on lone case of Riley Biers, disappearance. After eating and having some ravioli and New York cheese cake. I drove back home since Leah was going to stay longer with her Aunt. When I got home, the house seemed quiet. Bella already out in bed, guessing making out with leech boy.

I can't help it. I'll spare Alice since she hasn't gone all diva or entering my personal life. Unless it's important; even let me see my boy's. Unlike Edward, who thinks their dangerous insulting their race! Really, the pack is only dangerous when provoked which he does. I entered the living room to find Charlie on the couch while the television shows the ESPN channel. I chuckled adjusting the load. Then shook his shoulder,

"C'mon Uncle Charlie, let's get you to bed."

Charlie yawed, waking up before giving a big stretch till he spotted the gown bag. Then groan, "Had fun I see."

"Yeah, went to Molly's store. Be lucky it's just the dress than the shoes uncle." He stood up and grunts, turning off the TV. Afterward up to bed, "Night Charlie."

"Night squirt," He replied.

After putting everything away, and a quick shower, wearing sweat before going to bed. Before sleep came, I stare at a picture of my parents that was taken ten years ago in preparation for their ball. Mother looked absolutely beautiful in her grey blue gown and dad in his formal uniform tux, them smiling. I sighed and turned off the light.

"Wished you could be there, mom," I whispered and let sleep in. Though one question bothers me, who's going to be my date?

.o0o.

It was Thursday, Bella and Edward were already out in Jacksonville seeing Renee . . . for the last time. I accidently eavesdropped on them, how once Bella graduates, they'll turn her into a human monster. That made me hated both of them even more. Barley able to tolerate Bella unless it's insulting Edward, somehow he makes a good debate opponent. Alice approved of my dress since she saw none of the girls wearing wine color. So that made my day. Today, I was spending lunch in the library away from the revolting smell of fish stick. Damn super sense of smell! Anyway, I took a head start on this weekend homework. Its surprises me how far back fork high was compare to my old school.

"Excuse me, Diana, can we talk to you?" looking up to see Angela and Ben standing in front of the table. I knew they're Bella trusted human friends. So, I shrugged letting them take a set. Somehow they look like a cute couple.

"So are you going to prom?" Angela asked.

"Yeah, me and my surprise date," I whispered.

Ben and Angela raised a brow confused. So explaining how my best friend Leah, is hooking me up with one of our guy friend who lives on the Reservation. We joked on either it be Embry or someone like Seth. After getting a warning from the librarian with a harsh hush! Angela then went straight to the point.

"Okay, so my parents got hold of a limo rental and we can't use it. My parents are protective, so I was wondering if you and Mr. John Doe would like to join us and early dinner."

"What about Mike, Jessica, Lauren and Tyler?"

Ben shook his head no, "We sorta had a fight with them lately on certain topics . . . But we like you, since you hold a better conversation about something other than gossip."

Oh, so I'm the realistic type, I get it. Well, I understand that part. Angela is a good acquaintance close friends, we talk in Spanish class. I thought about it thoroughly some more, "Sure why not? I might not have a date." I leaned close to Ben shoulder, "Well, Mr. Chancy, you might be the luckiest guy of the night. Having two lovely ladies' as your date?" As I wink.

We all laughed at my joke. Angela laughed even more while Ben chuckled. A blush burned his cheeks, thinking probably perverted thoughts. "So, we'll pick you up at six? Enough time for you to get and dinner and group picture?"

"Si senorita Angela," we giggle whispering about our plans and that she and Ben bought a couple's outfit. Their theme of white roses even bought a couples mask. I told them about my dress joking if John Doe would were a wine color on his suit? Even discus rumor that the music wouldn't hold much rap; since it was a masquerade! Including, request where on today's music and other stuff that fit into the genre. Hallelujah!

.o0o.

"Diana, your date is here," Charlie called from down stairs. I swear there was amusement in his voice. Guess Leah found me a date for tonight's Masquerade.

So fixing the last piece of curls; next put on my mask and damn did I look good. Glad I went to see a hair stylist who put my short hair into a braided Updo. That and wearing moms gift gem bracelet and the wolfsbane necklace. I grabbed a beaded purse, and then went down stairs when a sudden flash sparked. I blinked a few time to see Charlie holding a camera. Charlie has been trying hard to be a parent figure lately. When he realizes how grown up kiddo and squirt are. I smiled and stared at my date. I couldn't see his face under the traditional golden Casanova mask. His suit black, white shirt partly tucked in, and a wine color vest with a yellow rose with red tips on his chest while he held the same type of flower corsage. The phantom smirks.

"May I ask who this dashing gentleman is?" I asked with a curtsy.

The guy bow and removed his mask to reveal himself . . . JAKE! Shock, Jake was taking me to prom not Embry or Paul, but Jacob Black. He laughed giving his signature smile, "You seem surprises."

Removing my mask, "yeah since you-," I stopped myself. Not daring to admit his love for Bella.

Jacob sighed gently and took my gloved hand, gently placing the corsage on. Yellow flower's mean friendship, "I'm always here for you. Even beaten Embry up when I heard you didn't have a date for prom." He said kissing my hand. "Shall I take the princess to the ball?"

I blush rapidly, so fluster for whatever so reason, with a strange tingle in my chest that my first reaction was to smack him. I heard and felt of crushes, but this was temperamental, a simple faint emotion. A flash popped, Charlie taking another picture. I blink a few times as color spots fade away.

"Charlie!" I almost whined that made both guy's chuckled.

"Now let me take a picture." Charlie uncomfortably said. We took some pictures of us together, separate, with, or without our mask. Jake even took a picture of Charlie and me together. It was fun while it lasted by the sound of a horn. We headed out to see a medium sized black limo out front. Jakes mouth dropped that Charlie took a picture. Now that's a keeper! Angela rolled down the window wearing a rose cover mask.

"Come on, it's raining we can take pictures at the hotel."

I laughed as Jake pulled out an umbrella, telling Charlie he'll bring me back before one. Since Prom is from seven thirty to midnight. Charlie nodded, "Oh, I know you will."

I couldn't help but rolled eyes, before we ran towards the limo getting in quick. Ben and Angela sat on the opposite side of the limo. Ben in a white tux and Angela wore a lovely white gown, both wearing lace cover mask.

"Oh my god, your dress looks awesome Ang." I complimented.

"Thanks, yours looks absolutely stunning," She commented, "So Diana who's your date?"

"Oh right, Angela, Ben, I want you to meet my friend Jacob, he lives on the Rez." I introduced.

Jake pulled a hand out to Ben in a hand shake, "We met before last year on the beach."

Their eyes widen, Ben taking his hand back, "Dude, you're huge."

Jake laughed while I nervously chuckled. Well, isn't this lovely? We talked for some time on random stuffs: like movies, music, and books. Ben and I even discuss about graphic novel and Manga. Then Jake added about the motor bikes only to get smack in the arm, I warned him not to bring it up. Jake rubbed his arms, correcting himself that he repaired automobiles. When we reached the hotel our mouths dropped, nearly half the school was here. Though prom wouldn't start till seven and it's only six twenty five.

"C'mon, we got dinner reservation at the hotel restaurant." Ben announced, "Hope you like Japanese's?"

I lean close to Jake ear, "Tell me you ate before we left?"

"Sure, sure relax, Dia." A sigh of relief, as we existed the limo heading into the hotel small restaurant called, "Inari". Huh, fox-spirit. We ate in front of a large table stove, enjoying the performance by the chef. Including when chef created an onion Mickey mouse!

We all cheered in Japanese ,toasting our cider's taking a sip then spoke to Angela," Hey Ang, how did you get reservations here, it's like impossible?"

She put her glass down, "My mom's the manager here, so everything is cover for, thanks for coming. It's been fun so far to be with you and Jake."

I placed a hand over my heart, "I'm touched."

We all laughed and made a finale toast to friendship, to love, to change, "And a better future." I whispered so low hardly anyone could hear except Jacob. He took my hand and gave it a squeezed. Then click our glasses together, next gratitude our chef. Afterwards, Angela and I went to the restroom to fix our makeup.

"So, you and Jake?" She asked applying her lips stick.

I shook my head, "Nah, we're just friends. He like someone else while he considers me a sister."

As I said this, my heart, tighten for a moment.

.o0o.

Once we left to enter the grand ball room, my mouth literally dropped. The room was decorated almost resemblance to Phantom of the opera, with candle lights, crystal chandelier, everything. Even some ball room dancing music of the waltz to an actual Masquerade. I scoffed, amazed as we headed to the photo booth deciding to get our pictures taken together and a couple. After Ben and Angela, we took our on a fake starry night balcony with a full moon in the background. I mentally laughed from the irony.

"Now, you sir, hold her like this," as the photographer led Jake hands like the Phantom held Christine in music of the night, without our mask. After taking a snap we did another pose but this one simpler with our mask on. Followed the group picture; pulling out a bench for the girls to sit on while the men stand from behind.

"Say Masquerade," the photographer said.

"Masquerade!" we exclaimed as our picture was taken. We laughed then onward toward the coat racks handing over our personal items, so they can be safe. I adjusted my mask again then lead Jake to the dance floor, dancing to "I'm Yours," by Jason Mraz Dancing around right beside him in a flow doing silly moves instead of those who stood there swaying.

"Are ya having fun?" I exclaimed over the music.

"Yeah!" Jake replied, our eye's connected, to feel a strange sensation that pulled us stepping closer till,-

"Time for the cha-cha slide, we're goin' to get funky-" of course there has to be a cha-cha slide. I chuckled as everyone follows the singer D.J direction: from to the left, to the right, stop, stomp, jump and other crazy moves. Once the song ended a One Republic song play All the Right Move. Half the guest walks out, inspecting Jake to do the same, only to yet again surprise to see him bow.

"May I?" as he offers a hand. I curtsy as we dance something similar to the music video though manly a waltz.

"All the right friends in all the right places

So yeah, we're going down

All they got all the right moves in all the right faces

So yeah, we're going down

;;

Let's paint the picture of a perfect place

They got it better that what anyone's told you

They'll be the king of heart and you're the queen of spades

And we'll fight for you like we were you soldiers

;;

I know we got it good, but they got it made

And the grass is getting greener each day

I know thing are up, but soon they'll take us down

Before anybody knows our name, they got

All the friends in all the right places

So yeah, we're going down

;;

All they got all the right moves in all the right faces

So yeah, we're going down

Everybody knows, everybody knows where were going

Yeah, we're going down, they said

Everybody knows, everybody knows where were going

Yeah, we're going down

''

Do you think I'm special? Do you think I'm nice?

Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces?

Between the noises you hear and the sound you like

Are we just sinking in the ocean of faces?

;;

It can't possible, that rain can fall

Only when it's over here

The sun is shining every day but it's far away

Over the world they say,

''

They got, they got

;;

All the friends in all the right places

So yeah, we're going down

All they got all the right moves in all the right faces

So yeah, we're going down

Everybody knows, everybody know a where ere going

Yeah, we're going down, they said

Everybody knows, everybody knows where were going

Yeah, we're going down

''

It don't matter what you see, I know I could never be

Someone that'll look like you

It don't matter what you say, I know I could never face

Someone that could sound like you

''

All the friends in all the right places

So yeah, we're going down

All they got all the right moves in all the right faces

So yeah, we're going down

''

Everybody knows, everybody know a where ere going

Yeah, we're going down, they said

Everybody knows, everybody knows where were going

Yeah, we're going down

''

Yeah, we're doing down

Yeah, we're going down

(All the right moves, hey)

Yeah, we're going down

(All the right moves, hey_

Yeah, we're going down"

When the song ended, applauses were heard that I blushed in our stances close to him than ever before. Anyone who dance bowed, the feeling of thirst I walked towards the punch bowl making two glasses, then took a gulp.

"So, where did you learn to dance?" I asked.

He took a sip then nervously chuckled. "My sisters were in a dance class five years ago and they needed a partner to practice the waltz… even learn the basic for the Tango."

"Tango?" I repeated, never to expect such activities from him Mr. Tough enough.

"Yeah, it was quite fun, though strange." Jake said.

"This coming from a mechanic," I teased.

"Oh ha, ha, ha, very funny, "Jake muttered, "So, when did you learn to Waltz?"

"Middle school, my dad was station in London and my school held a dance class. All ballrooms, though the block, (Guy in British terms) steps on my poor toe that I had to use crutches."

Jake gave a laughed, then through our cups away heading back onto the dance floor. We danced to some of today's music, enjoying quality time with our friends. Mike, Tyler, and Eric cut in, except to close and to personal space nearly grinding from behind. Until Jake save the day, you know there's an up-side for the pack to be so tall, brings fearful to weaklings. For I rather dance with my boys or Ben since they know how to properly dance.

"Okay, now it's time to present this year's King and queen," The senior class president announced, "By your vote of this year's prom king is Eric York . . . .. All right, now for our Prom Queen Drum roll please is- Jessica Stanley!" All right Jessica, she deserves it. Once they were crowned the president continues. "Now let's clear the floor for our royal couples have their first dance."

Jessica murmured something into Eric's ear that made him gulp as they dance to "Love story" by Taylor Swift. Ugh, how did that song became this year prom song? Come on, this is a Masquerade not Elizabethan; they could have used Music of the night!

Anyway, I took seat as I watch the couple dance and chuckled for every time Eric tried to place his hand on her bum. Jake saw this and soon follows as he sat down. "So do they make a perfect couple?"

I snorted, "If one has no hands."

He laughed and removed his mask sweat glistening down his cheek. I blushed for unknown reason including when he lean forward to remove my own mask setting it aside to kiss my forehead. I blinked a few times a bit surprised. It has been a while since he acted like this, the innocent, good Jacob for the first time in weeks as he gave a childlike smile; along with sparkling brown eyes. He offered a hand giving a bow as another slow dance played Music of the night. I smiled and took his hand as he lead me center of the ball room; dancing the basics of the waltz his hand on my waist in the lead.

"Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation

Darkness stirs and wakes imagination

Silently the senses abandon their defenses

..

Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor

Grasp it; sense it, tremulous and tender

Turn your face away from the garish light of day

Turn your thought away from cold unfeeling light

And listen to the music of the night

..

Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams

Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before

Close your eyes let your spirit start to soar

And you lives as you've never lived before

..

Softly, deftly, music shall caress you

Hear it, feel it secretly possess you

Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind

In this darkness that you know you cannot fight

The darkness of the music of the night

..

Let your mind start a journey to a strange new world

Leave all the thoughts of the life you knew before

Let your soul take you where you long to be

Only then can you belong to me

..

Floating, falling, sweet intoxication

Touch me, trust me, and savor each sensation

Let the dreams begin, let your darker side give in

To the power of the music I write

The power of the music of the night

..

You alone can make my song take flight

Help me make the music of the night?"

I stared up in dazed to see Jake. He leaned down toward me, closing my eyes to feel his lips on mine. It was a simple; a peck that held a spark within fireworks. This made my inner wolf howl from the kiss. I was going to kiss back until stop. I can't do this; his heart belongs to another whose her heart also belong to another. I'm nothing special, only a broken curse. For when the full moon rises all sanity would be gone in replace with the animal instincts of madness. The desire to kill! Just like the same night with Victoria.

A lone tear escape, which I pulled back a bit, to wipe it away, "Sorry, this song makes me cry a bit."

Jacob bought into my lie as another song played. Inwardly groaning for it made it worst, for it was Dark Waltz by Haley Westenra.

"We are the lucky ones

We shine like a thousand suns

When all color runs together

..

I'll keep you company

In one glorious harmony

Waltzing with destiny forever

..

Dance me into the night

Underneath the moon shining so bright

Turning me into the light

..

Time dances whirling past

I gaze through the looking glass

And feel just beyond my grasp is heaven

..

Sacred geometry

Where movement is poetry

Visions of you and me forever

..

Dance me into the night

Underneath the moon shining so bright

..

Let the dark waltz begin

Oh let me wheel – let me spin

Let it take me again

Turning me into the light"

That was the last soft-slow music for the night. Now it was time for the fun part, for we dance with Ben and Angela to rock, R&B, pop, and other types of music's. Then the D.J. spoke, "Okay you party folk, time to end the night so here's our last song by request, Use somebody"

Smiling, Angela and I sang along to the lyrics

"I've been roaming around; I was looking down at all I see

Painted faces fill the places I can't reach

You know that I could use somebody

You know I could use somebody

..

Someone like you and all you know and how you speak

Countless lovers under cover of the street

You know that I could use somebody

You know I could use somebody

Someone like you

..

Off in the night while you live it up I'm off to sleep

Waging wars to shake the poet and the beat

I hope It's gonna make you notice

I hope it's gonna make you notice

..

Someone like me, someone like me

Someone like me, somebody

..

I'm ready now, I'm ready now

I'm ready now, I'm ready now

I'm ready now, I'm ready now

I'm ready now

..

Someone like you, somebody

Someone like you, somebody

Someone like you, somebody

..

I've been roaming around; I was looking down at all I see."

When the song ended, everyone cheered when the clock stroke twelve. It was the best prom night ever! The gang collected their stuff and headed back to our limo, as the ride was sorta quiet since the local radio station play on low. Angela cuddled into Ben arms lightly making out. I sighed; scooted to give space for Jake, he on the other hand thought differently as he wrapped his arms around me sliding me closer. His body heat radiate off a hundred and eight, so warm that I snuggled closer.

"I had fun, thanks for inviting me." Jake whispered his hot lips grazed my ears.

"Thanks for coming. I thought Embry or Paul was going to take me." I murmured, feeling his chest vibrate in a chuckled which I smile snuggle closer. Well, this will be the last time I'll ever get closer to him. Better take it whiles it still last. With another sigh, I closed my eyes drifting a bit. Though remember a phrase from Phantom

If you ever find the moment spare a thought for me

"Best friends," Jake whispered kissing my forehead.

"Yeah, friends," I breathed, my heart dropped.

Spare a thought for me