Friday/Big Night Part 2
A/N: THIS IS THE END? After all we went through? It's just going to end? I can't believe this, I mean, we were together for like 2 months! Why is this happening to me? I hate this! I wish we could still be together! Okay, I'm done. What do you think is going to happen? It's the last day of the week. The only person who has admitted feelings is Eli. But he is cheating, you say. Well, we'll just see. I don't want to end it, but I have lost the spark. I and Eli just… don't click anymore. I can't seem to love him like I used to, I have been in love… with someone else… his name is Niall Horan! Yeah, I kind have a thing for Irish blonde boys with sparkling blue eyes and amazing smiles and adorable laughs and-
Imogen's Perspective:
4:34 p.m.
I can't believe I thought I was falling for that guy. He asked me, to escort… his best friend? What kind of person asks that? It's like he doesn't even remember the bet, he hasn't made much of an impression lately, so the fact that he isn't even going to take me to prom… just blows my mind.
Eli's Perspective:
7:12
Adam: U did wat?
So, I know I did what I did, and it probably pissed you off. Sorry, but I have a good reason!
Eli: I know I was acting like a complete jackass, but I had a reason.
Adam: Wat possessed U 2 do that?
Eli: Come to prom, you'll find out.
Adam: The hell I ain't! Last time I went 2 prom, I was shot! SHOT!
Eli: Just do it, nimrod!
Adam: Calling me names isn't helping U in this case.
I locked my phone, setting it on the dresser in my all white room. My parents made me paint it that color since they said all black wasn't appealing. Whatever, screw them, screw Adam, screw the prom, screw Imogen… okay, maybe not her. But screw everything! All my life, I've had this thought in my mind:
Back straight, head high, smile. Live like you are, even though you're not.
You know, that's EXACTLY what my mother said to me. It hurt; the fact that even she knew this wasn't a life. I couldn't blame her. My whole entire world was circled around making other people happy. My own parents never felt happy. I'm pretty sure I was a burden all along.
I won't say it but, I thank them all for distancing themselves from me. The more they do, the more they don't see my suffering. The more they don't see me die inside. And Imogen, she practically ran away from me when I told her about Julia. But it was better than Clare's reaction. She grabbed a bat and started hitting me. I don't know what made her stay with me, but it wasn't love. I can't find my mojo. I can't just stand here I gotta get myself to sleep, tomorrow is going to be big.
Imogen's House (Perspective)
Midnight
In my head, I have a vision. A vision that I will freaking kill ELI! I hate him so much right now. The fact that he totally made me take Fiona to prom, instead of being a gentleman and taking me was not only trifling, it was downright wrong. I hate him, I hate him, and I hate him. "I can't believe you just keep saying that." My best friend, Alice, countered. How'd she know what I was thinking? "How else would I keep myself from stomping next door and stabbing his dumb ass in the foot?" I say loudly. Carlos shouts something, and Charlie shushes him. "You love him. You don't hate him. If you hated him, don't lie, his foot would be bleeding as we speak." She had a point. "You're so damn right." She smirked an annoying smirk, but I honestly thought it was adorbs. "I know. Go to Eli, ask HIM out." She says, popping a cherry into her mouth. "Are you kidding? It's Guy's choice, specifically, guy's choice!" "So it obviously sounds stupid that he asked you to bring FIONA, A GIRL, to PROM. Not forgetting the fact that you nor her asked the other to go. Basically, he is planning something and wants you to take Fiona so he can do it." Whoa, what? "Are you sure?" She nodded, smiling. "I am sure. And if I'm wrong, I'll pay YOU 20 bucks myself." I secretly hope she isn't.
Eli's House (Perspective)
6:04 a.m.
My white iPhone rang an annoying tune that made me angry. I pushed a couple of buttons, but it kept ringing. "Stop it!" I say, softly shouting at it through my pillow. It was Fiona's contact. I give up and push the green answer button. "Hello, Fiona?"
"Elijah GOLDSWORTHY! I HAVE BEEN DIALING FOR THE LAST 15 MINUTES! DO YOU KNOW I COULD BE DOING OTHER THINGS-"
I pull the phone away from my ear, and wait until the screeching voice gave in.
"Other things? Like SLEEPING!"
"I need to talk to you. Imogen texted me. What's this about taking me to prom? I needed to know this, otherwise, we might clash!"
"We have all school day to worry about that Fi."
"No, we don't! I have a velvet Calli Carmini dress flying in from Spain today and I want it to be matching with whatever the hell Imogen is wearing."
"Then ask her."
"I will. Goodbye-"
I hit the end button before she could finish. Annoying ass bitch. Wow, I am just being Mr. Cranky Pants today, aren't I? That's what Adam called me after I called him a deep fried celery stick. I don't know why I called him that, since it made like zero sense. I was about to close my eyes until I saw my clock, it began to beep, and to my surprise, it was already 6? Where was the sun? Must be a rainy day today, which sucks. I slide out of bed, with my feet hitting the cold wooden floor. Another day…
Degrassi (Imogen's Perspective)
1:00 p.m.
I'd avoided Eli all day. He deserved it. He also owed me that 20, I guess I'll have to ask for it at prom then, huh? Eli had successfully made me go from hate to love to hate to love to hate in less than a week. I noticed a small note on my desk, however, that caught my attention like no other. It was a bright blue, but the handwriting stood out above the color. Cursive and neat, I wondered if a girl had written this. I opened the note, not hesitating as the teacher began to write equations on the board.
I've never seen you until Eli made that bet. You really are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I know I seem quite rude, but give me a chance, I'll prove my innocence. Meet me in the boiler room. You won't regret it.
-A Someone
So, is that what this little number is? I glare at it, not even caring to put it in my purse for safe keeping. I'm not stupid. I know why boys bring girls to the boiler room; I only want to know how these kids even get in there. I ponder on it. I couldn't hurt if I went, right? I have nothing to lose, no one to love, nobody would care. I just… I guess my anxiety is getting the best of me. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and I turned around quickly, annoyed by the interruption. It was Owen, he smirked, and I knew he was the one you gave it to me. I stared into his eyes. They were smitten with lust, not the least bit of innocence. I scoffed, tossing the note in his face. He jumped back in his seat with such force that it toppled over on some red head's desk. The teacher burst in, staring at me. Before I could defend myself, she points her finger at me with such anger I think she really hates me. "Imogen Moreno." It came out more like a declarative statement then an interrogative question. I honestly didn't need her to repeat, I grabbed my belongings and rushed towards the door, letting the snickers fall out into the hall.
Eli's Perspective
1:14 p.m.
I had to be a little messed up. Everyone stared as I walked into Mr. Simpson's office. It didn't make any sense, nobody expected the most popular guy in school to be such a badass. News flash, most are. I stomped up to the door, bracing myself, and then my fist met the glass door. The minute I hit it, it flung open, Mr. Simpson somewhat smiling at me and somewhat glaring at me. I see Imogen, and gulp. She has hate written in her eyes. I frown. She must really, really be pissed. I sit down in a chair, out of the three that were provided. I am in the middle, as Imogen is to my right. She gets up and pulls the chair next to me out, then slides me over, and then she puts the other chair in between us. "Okay… Anyway, I need to talk about tonight's dance. I am VERY disappointed in you both. You see, Imogen, I was told you were being violent in class?" Mr. Simpson points at her, and then smiles as she lifts her head, only for it to fade. "What's your point? I wasn't being violent. Some douche bag tried to get me to suck his dick and I reacted how any other girl would. I gave him a paper cut. The rest was up to him being a big fat tool." I snicker. "Who was the douche?" I say, a little more serious. I was immensely jealous, but I tried to cover it. "Owen. I'm not surprised that I was brought here. I mean, his mom is Mrs. Milligan, right? She had it in for me since the day that I moved here and rejected Owen's invitation to the 6th grade dance." Imogen says hastily. I began to laugh uncontrollably. "Eli, this is serious. You of course know why you're here." I do. I punched Drew. He kept saying I should just pay Imogen the money and get it over with. Then he said he liked Imogen's ass, though. I couldn't control my bodily movements. "You punched Mr. Drew Torres." Mr. Simpson says when I don't answer. Imogen turns to me, and holds in a laugh. "Why?" She asks. I am more than happy that she at least looked at me. "He complimented your ass." She turned stone faced and I gave her a Yeah-I-know face. She sat back in her seat. "I'm sorry, but you two have to face this situation on your own. You both are banned from the dance tonight." He says. We both shoot up. "What?" Imogen looks at me, disgust in my eyes. "Why... do you care? I mean, come on. You ditched me so that I could take your best friend to prom!" She shouted. I wished I could've told her. But no, not now. "I… I have to go."
I couldn't believe this. My idea of a perfect time with Imogen was ruined. You see, I wanted to make tonight special, I wouldn't be able to do it all whilst taking Imogen to the dance and her not figuring it out. I asked her to take Fiona so I could do it, but now that we're both banned… I don't know. "So what are you going to do?" Fiona asks. I let her into my house, but she still wants me outside. "I don't know. I mean, I hired a lot of kids to help with this. To have it all taken…" I trail off. My eyes begin to water. Imogen was different. She wasn't like other girls; she expressed herself and never held back. But… I don't know, she hates me. And everything… it's too much. "Go to her house. Tell her, tell her you love, is 20 bucks really worth it? Then maybe you can take her to the dance, it is a masquerade ball. Buy some masks and bam!" She says, making a gesture as she says "Bam!" I nod at her, I understand. "Call her; tell her to get ready for the dance. Don't let her say no, I am not letting all this work go to waste." I say, getting up, and clapping my hands together. "Eli Goldsworthy's got his mojo back!" I smirk; Fiona kisses me on the cheek and tip-toes to Imogen's house. This is going to rock…hard.
Fiona's Perspective
4:34 p.m.
I walk over to the house, utterly excited. Ah, young love. I ring the doorbell. I look at all the pretty flowers surrounding the house with such flavor I barely notice the cracked bricks and wet grass, much different from Eli's lawn. The door opens, revealing a woman with long, nappy red hair. "Oh, who are you?" She says sadly. I smile sort of, "My name is Fiona, a friend of Imogen. Is she home?" I ask. Her eyes widen, and I notice a little bit of a flicker of pain. "I've been looking for her. Mind helping me?"
Imogen's Perspective
4:56 p.m.
I sat in the nice apartment that Carlos owned, when I heard a knock at the door. I opened it, after dragging my bored body toward the door. I see Carlos and Charlie rush in, slamming the door and closing the windows. "Mind telling me what's up?" They all hid behind me in utter fear. "Don't say anything." Carlos whispered harshly. I did what he said and we all lay behind the door, avoiding the windows. I heard a loud banging on the door. It was someone with a strong hand. "Hey! Imogen, Charlie… It's mommy. Let me in." Oh hell no. Charlie whispered something in my ear, but I didn't ask her to repeat it because I instantly knew what she was talking about. Mom never talked to us like that, she must've had someone with her. "Yeah, it's me, Fiona!" I freeze, Carlos holding me and Charlie in his arms. Carlos leans in so that his voice can be picked up by my right ear and Charlie's left ear, "Who is Fiona?" Charlie and Carlos looked at me, and I sighed. "A friend. She must've been looking for me." They nodded, and suddenly, the banging stopped. Mom muttered something to Fiona, and I heard them leave.
Eli's Perspective
5:17 p.m.
It was almost time for prom; I was almost on the edge of my car seat. I ran back inside my house, checking my hair and suit in the full length mirror next to the door. The sun was beginning to go down, sort of. The sun here chose when it wanted to go down, and apparently it would like to go down now. I put in my earplugs. Whenever I was nervous, I played music. It wasn't exactly always as easy as "Sliding to Unlock" but now… I could use anything. I walked out the door as my phone rang an annoying tone. "Yello?" I say. I hear an angelic giggle, it's Fiona. "Hey, curly." She called me. She always hated my new curly haircut, but I found it sexy. "Did you talk Imogen into going?" I say it, whilst looking towards her house. "Funny stuff, she doesn't live next door anymore. In fact, her mother hasn't seen her or her sister in days." I froze; I didn't even bother to go rushing to Imogen's house. "What happened? Did they run away?" Even though it was on a phone, I could literally sense Fiona shaking her head. "She didn't say. All she said was Imogen took her credit card and bought a purple dress. By the way, it's not even going to match my outfit!" She whined. I rolled my eyes. "So does that mean she's coming? Call her, ask her." I say it quickly, sliding into my mustang. "I have, she won't answer my calls or texts. Last I remember, she barely used her phone." Fiona explained, I heard something on the other end, a door opening. Fiona squealed, and I began to freak. "Fiona, are you-"The phone went dead.
Fiona's Perspective (Coyne Household)
5:34 p.m.
"Oh My God! Imogen! What the hell? Did you disappear off the earth or…?" I shout. She giggles. Why is she giggling? "Fiona…" She pulls at the tie on her trench coat, until I grasp it. "If you're going to flash me-"She slaps her hand on my mouth, giggling more. "No, I want to show you my dress." She slowly pulls the tie off, revealing a stunning lavender dress, it flowed to her knees, and the top caressed her waist and chest like a corset. Her hair was done up in a messy bun, messy yet elegant. And her shoes were sparkling silver. I awed at her, not sure what to say. "Just thought you deserved to see the finishing results." She smiles. "So you're going?" I ask. "Hells yeah. Mr. Simpson won't know who, or what I am!" She pulls off her glasses, tossing them on my bed. Then she pulls the messy bun out, letting her luscious locks hug her neck. She doesn't look at all like Imogen. "Let me just freshen up… eh?" I say, scurrying to the bathroom. As I do, I whip out my phone and send Eli a quick text.
Imogen is soooo going.
-Fiona
Eli's Perspective (Prom)
7:09
Now that I was officially freaking out, I wiped the ongoing sweat off my head. "Gosh, you look like a sinner in Church." Bianca snorted. Adam cracked up as we stood on the dance floor, students flooding in by the second. "And you like a demon in heaven." I retort, pointing at her red and black short cut dress, it hugged her but in such a way it almost ripped when she bent over to pick up something. "Very well, Elijah. Act like you do not want me." She says, flipping her wavy hair. Adam slides hopelessly to her side, staring into her brown eyes. "I want you." He says a little out of breath. She smiles, cupping his chin with her extra long fingernails. "Not a chance." She breathes against his skin. It was an awkward kind of entertainment watching them flirt. I watched the door with close eyes, waiting for the moment Imogen shows up with Fiona. And then it happens, the lights are toned, but I can see the bright lights shimmering on her purple dress. It shines so brightly that I am almost blinded by her beauty. Her tan skin is flawless; I barely notice that Bianca and Adam are smirking. "Really, Goldsworthy? Stooping to Slutanca and Adam?" Drew whispers, his eye is still black, and on his arm are the one and only Katie Matlin along with her best friend Marisol. "Hi Whoreisol. Sup, Prudie?" I know it sounds stupid, but I felt that way. They acted like the shit, when really, they were just shit. "Whatever, emo boy." Marisol says, flipping me off. "Very creative." I shout. When they are out of earshot, Bianca and Adam crack up. "Dude, you need a new brother." I say, glaring at Drew's back. Adam nods, "Working on it."
Imogen's Perspective
8:24
Fiona ditched me. I mean she really ditched me. I didn't even think it was possible for a girl to get bored at a school dance. Well there was me. I watched as the dancing bodies shoved into each other, sweating and totally losing it. As I start find my way to the door, I hear a deep sultry voice fill the speakers of the gym. "This song goes out to a girl that I hurt. I know she didn't deserve it. I would've asked her here, but then I couldn't have done this…" I turn around, and Eli is standing in black jeans, a white t-shirt with black vest, and a black fedora with a baby blue satin ribbon around it. He stands on stage, as everyone in the room split like the red sea. All of a sudden, Adam comes out from behind me with a long red carpet in hand. He nods a hello at me before rolling it all the way down the gym floor, avoiding a still dancing girl. The first few beats to a song I know all too well began to play, stopping all my movements. Your Man by Down with Webster started to play. Eli danced to it, making simple Michael Jackson moves and then moving onto the dougie. He even did the cat daddy! When it got to the rapping part, someone threw him a mic, and he walked down the carpet to me, my heart pounded with every step.
Relationships are new to me, they never flew with me And that's why I picked you up, linked it up, walked up, clinked your cup Told you I'm broke but I'll fix it up, chick what's up? I'm Eli, can we kiss or what? I'm looking at all hearts can't fold the hand I can be your boy, better yet your man So let's blow this Popsicle stand
I've never been in love, I've only been in clubs
I saw you again when and I was thinking that I have crush like an empty soda can
We can build this thing up, girl I know the plan
Your cool as hell, I'm your biggest fan
I wanna be your guy, Imogen Moreno's Man
I laughed, as the music slowly faded out, and he brought the mic to his lips. "Imogen, I don't care if I lost, I love you." I stood shocked. He smiled, and brought the mic to my lips. My words were trying to be chosen for me. I didn't know what to say or feel, I was just too stunned. But before I could stop myself, my lips curled up into a smile, dominating everything else I felt. "I love you too. By the way, you didn't lose, we both lost." "Forget the money, sweetheart. Let's just skip to the kiss." His lips met mine.
A/N: I didn't know how to end this, until I had a dream that Eli was a singing and dancing machine. Wasn't that a twist? Sorry I didn't update before, but I think this marks the ending of another beautiful love story. Hope you liked it, now I'm gonna go, but before I do, yesterday I found out I haven't said something that needed to be said from the beginning of time.
-Toodles!