Chapter Three;
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(AND NOW HERE, since lulai has absolutely nothing else to do with her summer, IS CHAPTER 3!) Slightly short, I'm sorry :)
(ZOMG, JAMES POV) ((lulai would like to point out that she is not a boy, but as an interesting insight into a guys mind, I have actually had to hear complaints about this kind of thing considering most of my best friends are guys and I'm the only one who won't laugh if they complain about girl problems, thus the basis from this chapter. and if i have any guy readers- er never-mind. What am I thinking? Guy readers... psh.))
I slapped Vera's hand away from me, disgusted.
WHY WAS I SUBJECTING MYSELF TO TORTURE?
Massie Fucking Block.
I took her in, when everyone else was intimidated. I carried her to the infirmary only earlier today. I was the one who got her food everyday, and joked around with her at lunch.
It was Massie who was supposed to be at my side during the ball. AND SHE REJECTED ME.
And as revenge, I had apparently, the bright idea to go to the ball with the disgusting cow next to me just to spite her.
She was just a spoiled brat who doesn't know her right from left.
And the sad part is, I know none of that is true. I miss her terribly, and no one was to know about it.
And then Ryan comes up and I had no chance.
"Mate, you're dying."
Always polite, that one.
"Why would I be dying! There is no dying, none at all," I answered, too quickly for even my own taste.
"Er. Right, mate. Listen, I was talking to Mass earlier, and she was positively bawling," he said slowly.
"And thats why she turned me down. So she could bawl her bloody eyes out, is it?" I said, sarcasm heavily evident.
"Have you even listened to what she's been saying, James? Bugger it. You can find out yourself. Do it fast because I don't want a mopey beanbag for a best mate because he misses his lady friend," Then he turned on his heel and stomped out of the cafe. Once again, proving that he is the absolute most considerate guy in the world, no?
"Baby, who is he talking about?" said Vera from beside me in a sickening voice.
I put my head in hands and groaned.
--because lulai cannot write guy POV ;)--
MASSIE POV
I walked through the courtyard, grumbling to myself.
"Stupid James, stupid Vera, stupid crying, stupid ball..."
I stalked past a banner advertising the ball decorating committee and halted in my tracks.
I could do this. All by myself.
I put my name on the list and was pleased to see that it was the only one. I took the sign up sheet and trudged to Guthrop's office to turn it in.
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"So, Massie, you are absolutely sure you want no help from the school or anyone in it with this ball? Do you even have all of your schoolwork under control?" Guthrop questioned seriously.
"I'm sure, and yes, my schoolwork is always under control," I said, pointedly ignoring the fact that I had an essay to write later that night.
"Okay, then. And you have the funds covered?"
"Yes," I said and turned on my heel to go order supplies for this ball.
It is going to be spectacular.
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I grabbed my phone and laptop and set to work.
I drew up the design in about 4 hours. Then, the hard part.
I had to do it all. By myself. What have I gotten myself into?
I placed an order for all of the fabrics, tables, cups, plates, streamers, DJ, etc. I hadn't even thought of James once either, and this distraction was working well. Er, was working well, all up until I had to travel out of my room to go pick up everything. I had the guys (minus James) come and help me pick up the supplies. They graciously offered up their weekend to help me, and I was so thankful for that.
We were walking out toward the front gates where a small crowd was gathered to try and guess the theme for the dance, when I spotted them.
I spun on my heel fully intending to walk straight back to my room, and hole myself into my work once again, when Ryan caught my arm.
"This is your project, Mass, James or no, so you are going to come and direct everything out here, James or no, and you will have fun at this dance, James or no," He said with a scowl directed towards James.
"James and I aren't getting along famously at the moment, so I'm here for you, alright Mass?" He said, and I answered with a nod and I threw my arms around him, feeling lucky that I had him as a friend.
I walked toward the delivery people and gave them my name and signed off for the packages. I picked up about 5 boxes and was very off balance. I was still walking swiftly towards the Cafe when, predictably, I tripped. It was to be expected, I was wearing 3 inch stilettos on cobblestone while balancing 5 boxes, A gymnast couldn't even handle it. So I was pitched forward, bracing myself for the impact of the hard cobblestone flooring, but it never came. Strong arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me flush against a hard chest before I hit the ground. I opened my eyes and started to rapidly apologize and curse in French, when I turned around, I stopped in my fluent cursing and stared. Vera was standing about 3 feet away, brushing off her cheap knock-off Louie bag, and James was in front of me. Looking slightly like a deer in headlights, and I suppose, only then realizing what he had done, stalked off, towing Vera behind him. I still stood, stock still, staring at the spot where James just stood, minutes ago. Ryan shook me slightly and waved a hand in front of my face.
"Anyone home?" He asked, teasing. He turned and picked up the boxes I dropped, taking half for himself and giving the other half to me.
"Can't have you falling again, unfortunately, I don't have the nearly as quick reflexes that James has," He said, and I nodded, still very much in shock.
I quickly snapped out of it, and walked toward the Cafe, with a renewed vigor.
This had better be fantastic.
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(BACK TO JAMES POV, BECAUSE, LULAI LIKES JAMES :)
I can't believe I did that. I'm not even supposed to acknowledge her presence let ALONE, SAVE HER FROM FALLING.
I've just... I don't even want to know. She's so confusing. And RYAN, what was he even talking about! I haven't talked to Massie in about 4 days! But, I always seem to cut her off right when she is about to say something... It's her own fault if she's regretting her decision not mine.
Her own fault...
--but lulai likes Massie more ;)--
He just won't talk to me!
I have too much time after I finished my part of the hall, and gave the design to the guys so that they could figure out how to decorate. They have it under control and told me to sleep as I've not been getting much lately.
And of course, I can't sleep. All I can think of is that James is with that... that... WHORE.
I can't take it.
--BWAHA, I COULD BE EVIL RIGHT HERE...--
A/N: thanks to my... JUST KIDDING!
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By the day of the ball I was practically hyperventilating. If this wasn't a success, it would be the end for me.
I loved my dress, though. I felt so pretty.
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I had my dress on and my make up was done up perfectly. My hair was in a simple, yet very elegant up-do, and I had my hairdresser and makeup artist flown out for the occasion.
I had the privilege of opening the doors for the first time to the students, so I stepped up and pushed open the doors.
A slow smile spread across my face and I stepped inside the rewards of my hard work.
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