Chapter 20
Weeks had gone by and I had avoided Logan at all costs. I knew I had screwed things up with him. I should have just accepted his apology because I knew those were golden. He didn't apologize to often.
The professor decided to throw a winter formal for the students. It was going to be a masquerade ball, where you could be anything you wanted. The teachers, along with myself, had to chaperone and of course, dress up.
Jean, Storm and myself decided to take a few girls out to the mall to help find them something to wear. We arrived at the mall and the girls jumped out of the van in a flash.
"Meet us in the courtyard in two hours!" yelled Storm as the girls practically ran towards the mall.
While the girls shopped, me, Jean, and Storm decided to walk around, looking at different outfits here and there.
"So, Tria, what are you gonna be?" asked Jean.
"Oh, I'm not going." I said with a laugh.
"Oh come on. You have to go. It will be fun. Besides, you know you want to make an impression on Logan." said Storm with a smile.
"Ha, I think I ruined every chance possible between the two of us." I said.
"All the more better to knock him dead!" said Jean.
I looked between the two of them and knew I would lose, so I agreed.
"Fine." I sighed reluctantly.
The both shouted out loud at my answer.
"Uh, do you know what you would wanna be?" asked Jean.
"I think I do." I said.
"What! What would make Logan stop dead in his tracks?"asked Storm.
"Myself." I said with a knowing smile.
They both looked at me with a questioning look before they figured out what I meant.
"Oh that would be so great!" said Storm.
"Wings!" I heard from behind me. I turned around to see Sarah running towards me.
"Flip what are you doing here?" I asked her.
"Did she agree?" Sarah asked them.
"Yep." said Jean with a smile.
"Great!" exclaimed Sarah.
"Wait a minute. You guys had this planned?" I asked.
"Yea! Now come on, I saw the perfect dress for you. Come on!" said Sarah.
She grabbed my arm and dragged me off to a department store with Jean and Storm not to far behind.
As I finished getting ready for this evening, immense doubt began flowing through me everywhere. 'Could I really pull this off?' I thought to myself.
I sighed and finished my hair. I spiral curled my hair, leaving it to hang in loose curls. I pulled back half of my hair and made a messy bun type thing on the top of my head. I left a few curly strands hang down in the front of my face while the rest fell down my back. I had pulled my hair back so my ears could be shown in their full effect.
I put on some soft pink glittered eyeshadow and outlined my eyes in black outliner. I applied black mascara making my lashes longer and more fuller. My eyes looked bigger and more prominent. I applied some soft blush and put on some pink lip gloss making my lips plumper.
I grabbed a few diamond looking hair pieces and winded them into my hair giving me the whole pixie look.
As I was putting in the last one, there was a knock on my door. I opened it using my mind and in stepped Jean, Storm, and Sarah. All three of them looked beautiful. Jean had on a bright red dress that was form fitting on top and then flowed out at the bottom. Her hair was all curled and put up away from her face. She carried her butterfly mask in one hand, and my shoes in the other.
Storm was in a black gown which was similar to Jeans, except Storm's had silver swirls all over. She had a cat mask in her hand along with a purse.
"You guys look amazing!" I said.
"Wait for me!" I heard from the hallway.
Sarah came bursting through the door. She had on an ocean blue strapless dress that went all the way to the floor. She had on her bird mask and carried my dress in her arms.
"Hi!" she exclaimed.
"Okay come on! Let's get you dressed!" said Storm.
Sarah brought the dress over and hung it up. She unzipped it and pulled out my dress. It was a floor length strapless ball gown that was form fitting until the waist where it flowed out. The front of the dress towards the bottom was gone, leaving an opening that ran up my leg, stopping at my thigh. It was pink in color, and had black glittered lines that wove in and out of each other along the sides, with an occasional line coming along the front. The edges of the dress, such as the top and bottom were outlined in black.
I stepped in as Storm buttoned up the back. I made sure my wings were clear of the gown and were able to stay out comfortably. I put on my black heels that were open toed and that had ribbon that wrapped around my leg, tying off at my calf.
I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. I truly looked the part of a pixie; I just hoped Logan noticed.
"Alright, we ready?" asked Sarah.
"Yea." I said softly.
We walked down the hall while I made sure I didn't hit anybody with my wings.
"You girls look absolutely beautiful." said Scott.
"Thanks." we all said.
"Wow." said Ryan. "Wings, you clean up well."
"Shut up." I said punching him in the arm.
We both laughed as we made our way down the stairs and into the ballroom. The kids had done an amazing job with the decorations. Jean and Scott, and Sarah and Ryan went to their section where they would be chaperoning, while me and Storm made our way to ours.
The party was in full swing and the kids were having a blast. They were dancing and laughing, and most if not all were actually getting along with each other, which is rare for some.
Chaperoning, I have discovered, was the most murderous job in the world! Especially when you have to stand across from the guy that you are hopelessly in love with.
Throughout the entire night, me and Logan had been throwing glances back and forth to each other. It was getting kind of sad. Here we were, two grown ups to stubborn to go and talk to one another.
Storm came back to me with a cup of punch and a cookie.
"Thanks." I told her.
"So, when are you going to stop eyeing Logan and get the guts to go and talk to him?" said Storm taking a sip from her punch.
I sighed. "It's not that easy. I mean, I was the one that walked away, not him." I said.
"Yes but you can also be the one to walk back up." she said.
"I can't." I whined.
"Stop your whining and go over there!" said Storm. She grabbed my punch and gave me a shove towards Logan.
I took several deep breathes as I walked over to him. Time seemed to have slowed down as I drew nearer and nearer. I was so close, when I saw something that made me stop.
Rogue had walked up to Logan and kissed him. Not on the cheek but on the lips. I froze in my tracks. My mind had shut down and I didn't know what to do. It seemed as if the entire world had become still.
I stood still, staring at his face as tears found their way to my eyes. I felt my eyes become darker as I felt my heart break. My breathing had become heavier as Logan turned his gaze directly towards me. I saw that he was shocked at what he had done, and even more shocked that I had seen.
I couldn't take it anymore. I made my way towards the door, which unfortunately would mean that I had to pass by Logan. I made it through the door without drawing too much attention to myself.
I walked towards the back door and opened it. The cold air hit me like a thousand knives, but I didn't care. I was numb. I walked outside, into the garden. The tears had finally broke their way through and made their way down my face.
I lost my balance and fell, my knees collapsing into the snow. I sat in the snow, letting the white frosted flakes land upon my cheeks, mixing in with my tears.
I didn't hear the footsteps as I sat crying, but I could definitely hear the breathing.
"Pixie." said a gruff voice.
I froze. I thought that it had been Scott or Hank, but it was the last person that I expected to see and the absolute last person I wanted to see.
"Leave me alone." I cried softly.
"Please," he began.
"Just leave me alone." I begged.
I heard him sigh. He turned to leave but faltered.
"Katriana, I know what you saw and please believe that it was nothing. I'm sorry if I hurt you. That was never my intention. I promised that I would never hurt you, and I broke that promise. I'm sorry."
The last part was said in a barely there whisper, but I heard it.
"And I wanted to tell you that you looked absolutely beautiful tonight, just like a pixie."
I heard the retreating footsteps followed by closing door. I let more tears fall freely as I sat underneath the falling snow.
After about twenty minutes, I finally dragged myself up and went back inside. I walked up to my room, making sure to bypass the party, and locked the door behind me. I changed out of my dress and into some gray sweat pants and a red tank top. I took out my hair and washed off my makeup. I curled up onto my bed and turned on the t.v. My kitten jumped onto the bed and curled up into my arms. I fell asleep minutes later, utterly exhausted.