Chapter Four:
Well its me, Shane again. Of course the story is far from over, so a school dance is coming up. I wonder who's going to ask who?
Eli's POV: Sometimes it just pisses me off that all everyone talks about here is the dance. Yes we have it once a year, yes its the biggest social event besides the prom, but is it all that exciting? All the girls in my crowd are pouring over those stupid girl magazines. All the guys are checking out which girls to ask to the dance. Don't get me wrong I'm going to go of course. Last year I went with this girl who was obsessed over me, apparently my friends thought she was "hot" so I asked her. Well I'm pretty sure, more than half the girls in school are obsessed with me. It's funny actually.
I would totally like to just go alone, but then I would be the laughingstock of school. In what universe does the most popular guy in school go alone to a school dance? Especially an event as big as this one. It's not even a big formal thing, I guess I will have to find someone. God, I wish Carla were here. Well at least it's a good thing I'm not thinking of her as much. Evan's pretty much kept my mind of a lot of troubling things. She's a great friend. She's pretty much the only girl friend I have. I mean, she's pretty cool for a girl. The usual girls I know are always flirting with me. I think Evan would rather die than flirt with me. Ha.
Jessie's POV: I'm so excited about the Winter Festival Dance. This is going to my first time there. Katie has already asked me to go with her. What am I going to wear???
Evan's POV: The school's pretty much buzzing about the Winter Festival Dance thing. It's supposedly a whole big thing where everyone dresses up semi-formally and hangs out. Basically it's a whole new level of a popularity contest to see who goes with who. For the nosy people anyway. It's ridiculous really, I'd rather just go to have fun. I mean who cares who's dating who? Back in New York the dances were all raving contests and everyone just hung out in regular clothes. Rarely anyone showed up with a date, except for the marked couples.
Well, I volunteered to be on the dance committee. Why not? They needed help with the decorations. Everyone really already has it all planned. I met this really nice girl, Nicola. A popular girl but a lot less nosier, and not as bitchy. Heh. She forced to join with her. So I'm going force Eli too to come early and decorate with me. He's been complaining for the last week about how much he doesn't want a date. Apparently they follow him around like a love-sick puppy. I rolled my eyes at that.
"You have such a big ego." I said, whacking Eli upside the head with his pillow. Laughing at his face of mocked hurt I hit him again. And that turned into an expected full-fledged pillow fight.
I won of course. Ha.
Grace POV: I've been dressing better, and wearing make-up to school for the last week but still no one has asked me to the dance. I really want to go, but I won't if no one askes me. That's just pathetic. I guess I am just too ugly and fat to attend a social event like this one. It would be so embarassing to come in without a date.
God, am I really that ugly to not even get a date? *sigh*
Evan's POV: Oh no! I need to talk to Grace. Rumors of Eli's step-sister have been flying all over a school about how desperate she is, dressing like a slut and wearing tons of make-up. I rarely listen to gossip but this one bit the big one. Everyone is school is talking about it. Sometimes, high school is so brutal.
And some girls are plain bitches. *sigh* Why are people so immature?
Jessie's POV: I hope Grace doesn't hear what all these people are saying about her. It's awful, people are just too cruel.
Meanwhile....
"Grace?" Evan said hesitantly seeing the girl hunched over in sobs on her bed.
Grace looked up, tears running down her face, her heavy black mascara leaking buckets down.
"Oh here." Evan handed Grace a tissue which Grace took and wiped under her eyes, leaving huge black smudges.
"Do I really look like a slut?" She said desperately, tears threatening to fall again. Evan winced. She had seen Grace's outfits, they were all revealing and she had no idea how Lily had let her out of the house dressed like that.
"A little but you know what? You're not a slut and you just made a bad decision. I'll help you with your clothes and make-up." Evan declared, smiling slightly.
Grace's POV: Is this some sort of sick joke? Is she kidding????
Well its me, Shane again. Of course the story is far from over, so a school dance is coming up. I wonder who's going to ask who?
Eli's POV: Sometimes it just pisses me off that all everyone talks about here is the dance. Yes we have it once a year, yes its the biggest social event besides the prom, but is it all that exciting? All the girls in my crowd are pouring over those stupid girl magazines. All the guys are checking out which girls to ask to the dance. Don't get me wrong I'm going to go of course. Last year I went with this girl who was obsessed over me, apparently my friends thought she was "hot" so I asked her. Well I'm pretty sure, more than half the girls in school are obsessed with me. It's funny actually.
I would totally like to just go alone, but then I would be the laughingstock of school. In what universe does the most popular guy in school go alone to a school dance? Especially an event as big as this one. It's not even a big formal thing, I guess I will have to find someone. God, I wish Carla were here. Well at least it's a good thing I'm not thinking of her as much. Evan's pretty much kept my mind of a lot of troubling things. She's a great friend. She's pretty much the only girl friend I have. I mean, she's pretty cool for a girl. The usual girls I know are always flirting with me. I think Evan would rather die than flirt with me. Ha.
Jessie's POV: I'm so excited about the Winter Festival Dance. This is going to my first time there. Katie has already asked me to go with her. What am I going to wear???
Evan's POV: The school's pretty much buzzing about the Winter Festival Dance thing. It's supposedly a whole big thing where everyone dresses up semi-formally and hangs out. Basically it's a whole new level of a popularity contest to see who goes with who. For the nosy people anyway. It's ridiculous really, I'd rather just go to have fun. I mean who cares who's dating who? Back in New York the dances were all raving contests and everyone just hung out in regular clothes. Rarely anyone showed up with a date, except for the marked couples.
Well, I volunteered to be on the dance committee. Why not? They needed help with the decorations. Everyone really already has it all planned. I met this really nice girl, Nicola. A popular girl but a lot less nosier, and not as bitchy. Heh. She forced to join with her. So I'm going force Eli too to come early and decorate with me. He's been complaining for the last week about how much he doesn't want a date. Apparently they follow him around like a love-sick puppy. I rolled my eyes at that.
"You have such a big ego." I said, whacking Eli upside the head with his pillow. Laughing at his face of mocked hurt I hit him again. And that turned into an expected full-fledged pillow fight.
I won of course. Ha.
Grace POV: I've been dressing better, and wearing make-up to school for the last week but still no one has asked me to the dance. I really want to go, but I won't if no one askes me. That's just pathetic. I guess I am just too ugly and fat to attend a social event like this one. It would be so embarassing to come in without a date.
God, am I really that ugly to not even get a date? *sigh*
Evan's POV: Oh no! I need to talk to Grace. Rumors of Eli's step-sister have been flying all over a school about how desperate she is, dressing like a slut and wearing tons of make-up. I rarely listen to gossip but this one bit the big one. Everyone is school is talking about it. Sometimes, high school is so brutal.
And some girls are plain bitches. *sigh* Why are people so immature?
Jessie's POV: I hope Grace doesn't hear what all these people are saying about her. It's awful, people are just too cruel.
Meanwhile....
"Grace?" Evan said hesitantly seeing the girl hunched over in sobs on her bed.
Grace looked up, tears running down her face, her heavy black mascara leaking buckets down.
"Oh here." Evan handed Grace a tissue which Grace took and wiped under her eyes, leaving huge black smudges.
"Do I really look like a slut?" She said desperately, tears threatening to fall again. Evan winced. She had seen Grace's outfits, they were all revealing and she had no idea how Lily had let her out of the house dressed like that.
"A little but you know what? You're not a slut and you just made a bad decision. I'll help you with your clothes and make-up." Evan declared, smiling slightly.
Grace's POV: Is this some sort of sick joke? Is she kidding????