Part Three: Prom Night
Liz and Michael became the schools hottest couple after their first date. Everyone talked about their perfect relationship, the first one that had lasted more than two months for Michael. In fact, their six-month anniversary was coming up and it was about time for the prom. But Liz hadn't forgotten about Max completely. She still liked him, but her relationship with Michael was really great. She was the most popular girl in school, she surpassed even Isabel. Michael was sweet and kind, and she loved the time they spent together. But with the prom coming up she was thinking about Max more and more. The prom was supposed to be a very special night, and Liz still wasn't sure who was more special to her. Max or Michael. Obviously she couldn't take Max to the prom, but that didn't keep her from thinking about it. The sound of her ringing phone brought her out of the trance.
"Hello?" Liz answered.
"Hey Liz. Isabel wanted me to call you. We were all thinking about getting together to go shopping for our prom dresses tomorrow. Do you want to come?" Lauryn asked.
"Oh yeah, I'd love to. I've been meaning to ask when we were going to do that." Liz laughed.
"Great. So how are things going with you and Michael?"
"Good. Very good. Who are you going to the prom with?" Liz asked.
"Oh, well me and Tess got dates with the really hot brothers on the football team. I got the senior and she got the sophomore. They are so cute."
"Oh right, um, Brian and Chris."
"Yeah. Chris is my date."
"He's the cuter one. Well, in my opinion. What about Isabel?"
"Oh didn't she tell you?"
"Tell me what?" Liz asked.
"Well every year Isabel takes some poor pathetic guy who desperately needs help in the fashion/popularity department, and takes him to the prom. This year she asked Max Evans." Lauryn said. Liz blinked.
"Wait, Max Evans? Are you sure?" Liz asked. What was this? Some sort of cult where Isabel Evans was reining queen and anyone who got in her way must be destroyed in the most painful way possible?
"Yep. And he said yes too."
"Wow. Well, that's great. Listen, I don't think I can make the mall tomorrow. I'm having my dress made anyway. Sorry." Liz said and hung up.
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The Night of the Prom
Liz and Michael were the highlight of the prom. The second they walked through the doors everyone gasped. Liz's dress had been custom made; it was a beautiful cream color with glitter all down the side. It was slim fitting and trailed at the bottom. Michael looked handsome as well in his black tux and pink cream boutonniere. However, once everyone got over the two of them, Isabel DiMera and Max Evans walked in. Everyone had been anticipating their arrival, but no one had expected them to look so perfect together. Isabel wore a stunning red gown and Max wore a white tux to compliment her.
"Hi Liz. I didn't know if you would come after you heard." Isabel said walking over to her.
"I'm not afraid of you Isabel. You were just jealous of me because I've been getting more attention than you lately. You are the one who convinced me to go out with Michael, remember? And now you're trying to eradicate the one guy I actually liked to begin with through your sick twisted game." Liz spat.
"If I've told you once I've told you a thousand times Elizabeth. This is not a game. I am on top. You will never beat me. Tonight was just proof of that. If you ever dare to defy me again, you'll wish you'd never been born."
"Isabel, do you want to dance?" Max asked from behind them.
"Max, I'm so glad to see you. You know Liz, right?" She asked sweetly.
"Yeah. We know each other." He replied. They had stopped talking after Michael had convinced Mr. Burnley to change his seat so that he could sit next to Liz.
"How are you, Max?" Liz asked.
"I'm fine. Not doing so well in biology anymore though." He smiled.
"You should study with me sometime, I could help you. And I'm sure you could help me. You always used to." She said.
"I'd like that." He replied.
"Great, so I'll talk to you in biology about it."
"Sounds good."
"Are you going to dance with me or not?" Isabel demanded impatiently.
"Oh right." Max remembered.
"Bye, Liz."
"See ya later." Liz replied. Michael came up to her a few minutes after that and asked her to dance.
"Do you wanna dance?"
"I'd love to." Liz answered. But the DJ had other things planned. As soon as the song Michael, Liz, Isabel, Max and the others were dancing to was over, the DJ demanded a partner switch. Isabel grabbed Michael's arm and Max took Liz's. The DJ played a slow song and Liz took full advantage. Isabel noticed what Liz was trying to do and she played her own game with Michael.
"Come with me." Isabel whispered into Michael's ear. She grabbed his hand and the two of them left the building. Liz couldn't believe her eyes. She had always known Michael had a small crush on Isabel, but she had always thought he had loved her enough to resist Isabel's manipulative powers.
"Damn her." She whispered.
"What?" Max asked.
"Nothing. I, I'm sorry. For everything." She said and walked off the dance floor to go get her things. She wasn't about to stay at the prom when her date had left her for Isabel, of all people. What she hadn't anticipated was Max's following her.
"Liz wait. What's wrong?" He asked, grabbing her arm.
"I don't want to talk about it." Liz replied. She sat down and rubbed her eyes. Max sat down next to her.
"Are you okay?" He tried.
"No."
"What's wrong?"
"Everything." Liz said. He took her hand and she looked up at him. "Why did I ever listen to her?"
"Isabel?" Max asked. Liz nodded.
"She's so... Machiavellian. I hate her." She looked into his eyes and realized how wrong she had been when she had thought that popularity and status were more important than people and friends. "I'm sorry." She told him.
"For what?"
"I was so cruel to you. I knew you liked me, and I like you too. But she, and I just went along with everything she said. And I shouldn't have."
"I'm glad you've finally realized it." Max nodded.
"I've missed talking to you in biology." Liz smiled.
"I've missed talking to you too."
"Can we get out of here?" She asked.
"Sure. Come on." He said and took her hand. They left together, and had an amazing night at Lookout Point. They hadn't meant for it to happen, but it had. And neither of them regretted it. But they would, Isabel would make sure of that.
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Liz and Michael became the schools hottest couple after their first date. Everyone talked about their perfect relationship, the first one that had lasted more than two months for Michael. In fact, their six-month anniversary was coming up and it was about time for the prom. But Liz hadn't forgotten about Max completely. She still liked him, but her relationship with Michael was really great. She was the most popular girl in school, she surpassed even Isabel. Michael was sweet and kind, and she loved the time they spent together. But with the prom coming up she was thinking about Max more and more. The prom was supposed to be a very special night, and Liz still wasn't sure who was more special to her. Max or Michael. Obviously she couldn't take Max to the prom, but that didn't keep her from thinking about it. The sound of her ringing phone brought her out of the trance.
"Hello?" Liz answered.
"Hey Liz. Isabel wanted me to call you. We were all thinking about getting together to go shopping for our prom dresses tomorrow. Do you want to come?" Lauryn asked.
"Oh yeah, I'd love to. I've been meaning to ask when we were going to do that." Liz laughed.
"Great. So how are things going with you and Michael?"
"Good. Very good. Who are you going to the prom with?" Liz asked.
"Oh, well me and Tess got dates with the really hot brothers on the football team. I got the senior and she got the sophomore. They are so cute."
"Oh right, um, Brian and Chris."
"Yeah. Chris is my date."
"He's the cuter one. Well, in my opinion. What about Isabel?"
"Oh didn't she tell you?"
"Tell me what?" Liz asked.
"Well every year Isabel takes some poor pathetic guy who desperately needs help in the fashion/popularity department, and takes him to the prom. This year she asked Max Evans." Lauryn said. Liz blinked.
"Wait, Max Evans? Are you sure?" Liz asked. What was this? Some sort of cult where Isabel Evans was reining queen and anyone who got in her way must be destroyed in the most painful way possible?
"Yep. And he said yes too."
"Wow. Well, that's great. Listen, I don't think I can make the mall tomorrow. I'm having my dress made anyway. Sorry." Liz said and hung up.
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The Night of the Prom
Liz and Michael were the highlight of the prom. The second they walked through the doors everyone gasped. Liz's dress had been custom made; it was a beautiful cream color with glitter all down the side. It was slim fitting and trailed at the bottom. Michael looked handsome as well in his black tux and pink cream boutonniere. However, once everyone got over the two of them, Isabel DiMera and Max Evans walked in. Everyone had been anticipating their arrival, but no one had expected them to look so perfect together. Isabel wore a stunning red gown and Max wore a white tux to compliment her.
"Hi Liz. I didn't know if you would come after you heard." Isabel said walking over to her.
"I'm not afraid of you Isabel. You were just jealous of me because I've been getting more attention than you lately. You are the one who convinced me to go out with Michael, remember? And now you're trying to eradicate the one guy I actually liked to begin with through your sick twisted game." Liz spat.
"If I've told you once I've told you a thousand times Elizabeth. This is not a game. I am on top. You will never beat me. Tonight was just proof of that. If you ever dare to defy me again, you'll wish you'd never been born."
"Isabel, do you want to dance?" Max asked from behind them.
"Max, I'm so glad to see you. You know Liz, right?" She asked sweetly.
"Yeah. We know each other." He replied. They had stopped talking after Michael had convinced Mr. Burnley to change his seat so that he could sit next to Liz.
"How are you, Max?" Liz asked.
"I'm fine. Not doing so well in biology anymore though." He smiled.
"You should study with me sometime, I could help you. And I'm sure you could help me. You always used to." She said.
"I'd like that." He replied.
"Great, so I'll talk to you in biology about it."
"Sounds good."
"Are you going to dance with me or not?" Isabel demanded impatiently.
"Oh right." Max remembered.
"Bye, Liz."
"See ya later." Liz replied. Michael came up to her a few minutes after that and asked her to dance.
"Do you wanna dance?"
"I'd love to." Liz answered. But the DJ had other things planned. As soon as the song Michael, Liz, Isabel, Max and the others were dancing to was over, the DJ demanded a partner switch. Isabel grabbed Michael's arm and Max took Liz's. The DJ played a slow song and Liz took full advantage. Isabel noticed what Liz was trying to do and she played her own game with Michael.
"Come with me." Isabel whispered into Michael's ear. She grabbed his hand and the two of them left the building. Liz couldn't believe her eyes. She had always known Michael had a small crush on Isabel, but she had always thought he had loved her enough to resist Isabel's manipulative powers.
"Damn her." She whispered.
"What?" Max asked.
"Nothing. I, I'm sorry. For everything." She said and walked off the dance floor to go get her things. She wasn't about to stay at the prom when her date had left her for Isabel, of all people. What she hadn't anticipated was Max's following her.
"Liz wait. What's wrong?" He asked, grabbing her arm.
"I don't want to talk about it." Liz replied. She sat down and rubbed her eyes. Max sat down next to her.
"Are you okay?" He tried.
"No."
"What's wrong?"
"Everything." Liz said. He took her hand and she looked up at him. "Why did I ever listen to her?"
"Isabel?" Max asked. Liz nodded.
"She's so... Machiavellian. I hate her." She looked into his eyes and realized how wrong she had been when she had thought that popularity and status were more important than people and friends. "I'm sorry." She told him.
"For what?"
"I was so cruel to you. I knew you liked me, and I like you too. But she, and I just went along with everything she said. And I shouldn't have."
"I'm glad you've finally realized it." Max nodded.
"I've missed talking to you in biology." Liz smiled.
"I've missed talking to you too."
"Can we get out of here?" She asked.
"Sure. Come on." He said and took her hand. They left together, and had an amazing night at Lookout Point. They hadn't meant for it to happen, but it had. And neither of them regretted it. But they would, Isabel would make sure of that.
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