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Lizzie sighed as she flung open her locker, then deposited her books inside. She needed to rush to get to her hair appointment, she hadn't anticipated her last teacher asking her to stay behind.
She started down the hallways. Her mind clouded with thoughts of the evening. She couldn't help but think that the night would be wonderfully magical. Her hand fell gently upon the handle of the door. As she pressed forward, she suddenly topped when she heard voices.
"Did you do it?" Kate's snappy voice demanded.
There was a sigh, a male.
"You better do it. I'm telling you if she gets in my way tonight, you'll be the one to get it," Kate replied. Kate's heels clicked as she walked off
Several agonizing moments passed before Lizzie briefly closed her eyes and walked out. The door slammed against somebody and apologies bubbled forth. She quickly raised her head and managed to smile at the owner of the male voice, Ethan Craft.
Lizzie took a sharp intake of breath and managed to smile at him.
"Lizz-ay, Lizz-ay," he smiled, running a hand through his hair.
Instead of the warm feeling the call used to give her, Lizzie felt her skin crawl. Was it possible that she'd just heard him planning a conspiracy against her? Was it possible that the guy she's wanted the longest wanted nothing more than to hurt her? "Ethan, Ethan, Ethan," she replied feebly.
He leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms. "You excited about tonight?"
She hoped her face wasn't revealing the way her inside were twisting into violent and small knots at his cool attitude. "I think it will be interesting."
"People say I'm going to win Prince," he nodded. "It'd be cool, but depends on who my princess is."
An involuntary shudder raced through her body. "Well, that's going to be Kate."
"Well, I've heard a lot of people have voted for you," he answered.
Lizzie shrugged. "Kate's a cheerleader, she's popular."
"I'm hurt Lizzie," he feigned grabbing his chest. "Does this mean you don't want to be my princess?"
Lizzie raised her eyebrows. "I don't think your girlfriend would be too happy if I won." She bit the inside of her lip, hoping she hadn't said too much. Prior to this week she would have laughed at the assumption that Ethan would connect two similar events, but she was starting to get a very sickening feeling that she was an awful judge of character.
"She's not my girlfriend," he replied.
"Well," Lizzie replied, for lack of anything better to say. "After you're crowned you'll have plenty of people lined up for the job."
"What about you? Will you be applying?"
Lizzie stepped back. "No, I have a date."
"Who, that Ronnie guy?" Ethan replied an edge to his voice. "He's a jerk."
Lizzie felt curiosity being the only thing keeping her here. "How do you know Ronnie?"
Ethan gave her an uneasy glance and shrugged. "We had a run in."
Her patients were being pushed to the limit, and a glance at her watch confirmed that she was definitely late for her appointment. Rolling her eyes, she shifted her books to her hip and stared at him. "Are you going to tell me more, or just that you had a run in?"
There's nothing to tell," Ethan stated.
Lizzie let out breath and looked down at her watch. "Ethan, I've got to go get ready."
He nodded, his mind already wandering, but instead of that blank look, he appeared to be pondering something.
Lizzie nodded and started to walk away.
"Hey, Lizzie," Ethan called.
She paused and glanced over her shoulder.
"Save me a dance," he smiled, walking back into the school.
Lizzie stared after him, utterly shocked at the eccentricity of the conversation she'd just had and overheard.
She walked quickly towards her car and felt her heart drop as she saw something across the seat. She knew she'd locked the doors this morning, it's been a habit ever since she'd realized whoever was after her was familiar with what her car looked like.
Taking a deep breath, she pulled open the car door and looked closer.
Laying on the seat was a bouquet of flowers, she wasn't sure which type they were. Surprise filled her as she reached out for the flowers. Almost every petal fell onto the seat. Lizzie glanced sharply around to see if anyone was watching her. She saw no one, all the surrounding cars in the parking lot were empty, and the last person she'd seen was Ethan.
She glanced down at the stems in her arms. Then to the flower petals, she suddenly reached out and grabbed a handful. Posies. She shook her head then her eyes caught sight of a card. She plucked it from its place then flipped it over. It wasn't signed, she hadn't expected it to be.
"Ashes, ashes, they all fall down," she read. With a moan of disgust, she threw the flowers onto the ground, raked the handfuls of petals into the street and climbed into the car.
Woo hoo, it's almost time for the dance.dun da dun dun dun!
Please read and review! *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Lizzie sighed as she flung open her locker, then deposited her books inside. She needed to rush to get to her hair appointment, she hadn't anticipated her last teacher asking her to stay behind.
She started down the hallways. Her mind clouded with thoughts of the evening. She couldn't help but think that the night would be wonderfully magical. Her hand fell gently upon the handle of the door. As she pressed forward, she suddenly topped when she heard voices.
"Did you do it?" Kate's snappy voice demanded.
There was a sigh, a male.
"You better do it. I'm telling you if she gets in my way tonight, you'll be the one to get it," Kate replied. Kate's heels clicked as she walked off
Several agonizing moments passed before Lizzie briefly closed her eyes and walked out. The door slammed against somebody and apologies bubbled forth. She quickly raised her head and managed to smile at the owner of the male voice, Ethan Craft.
Lizzie took a sharp intake of breath and managed to smile at him.
"Lizz-ay, Lizz-ay," he smiled, running a hand through his hair.
Instead of the warm feeling the call used to give her, Lizzie felt her skin crawl. Was it possible that she'd just heard him planning a conspiracy against her? Was it possible that the guy she's wanted the longest wanted nothing more than to hurt her? "Ethan, Ethan, Ethan," she replied feebly.
He leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms. "You excited about tonight?"
She hoped her face wasn't revealing the way her inside were twisting into violent and small knots at his cool attitude. "I think it will be interesting."
"People say I'm going to win Prince," he nodded. "It'd be cool, but depends on who my princess is."
An involuntary shudder raced through her body. "Well, that's going to be Kate."
"Well, I've heard a lot of people have voted for you," he answered.
Lizzie shrugged. "Kate's a cheerleader, she's popular."
"I'm hurt Lizzie," he feigned grabbing his chest. "Does this mean you don't want to be my princess?"
Lizzie raised her eyebrows. "I don't think your girlfriend would be too happy if I won." She bit the inside of her lip, hoping she hadn't said too much. Prior to this week she would have laughed at the assumption that Ethan would connect two similar events, but she was starting to get a very sickening feeling that she was an awful judge of character.
"She's not my girlfriend," he replied.
"Well," Lizzie replied, for lack of anything better to say. "After you're crowned you'll have plenty of people lined up for the job."
"What about you? Will you be applying?"
Lizzie stepped back. "No, I have a date."
"Who, that Ronnie guy?" Ethan replied an edge to his voice. "He's a jerk."
Lizzie felt curiosity being the only thing keeping her here. "How do you know Ronnie?"
Ethan gave her an uneasy glance and shrugged. "We had a run in."
Her patients were being pushed to the limit, and a glance at her watch confirmed that she was definitely late for her appointment. Rolling her eyes, she shifted her books to her hip and stared at him. "Are you going to tell me more, or just that you had a run in?"
There's nothing to tell," Ethan stated.
Lizzie let out breath and looked down at her watch. "Ethan, I've got to go get ready."
He nodded, his mind already wandering, but instead of that blank look, he appeared to be pondering something.
Lizzie nodded and started to walk away.
"Hey, Lizzie," Ethan called.
She paused and glanced over her shoulder.
"Save me a dance," he smiled, walking back into the school.
Lizzie stared after him, utterly shocked at the eccentricity of the conversation she'd just had and overheard.
She walked quickly towards her car and felt her heart drop as she saw something across the seat. She knew she'd locked the doors this morning, it's been a habit ever since she'd realized whoever was after her was familiar with what her car looked like.
Taking a deep breath, she pulled open the car door and looked closer.
Laying on the seat was a bouquet of flowers, she wasn't sure which type they were. Surprise filled her as she reached out for the flowers. Almost every petal fell onto the seat. Lizzie glanced sharply around to see if anyone was watching her. She saw no one, all the surrounding cars in the parking lot were empty, and the last person she'd seen was Ethan.
She glanced down at the stems in her arms. Then to the flower petals, she suddenly reached out and grabbed a handful. Posies. She shook her head then her eyes caught sight of a card. She plucked it from its place then flipped it over. It wasn't signed, she hadn't expected it to be.
"Ashes, ashes, they all fall down," she read. With a moan of disgust, she threw the flowers onto the ground, raked the handfuls of petals into the street and climbed into the car.
