Thanks for the reviews last chapter!
This would have been up sooner (it's been sitting on my computer a week.) but all my teachers decided it would be super duper fun to assign major projects all in the same week! Needless to say I have been a great person to be around these last few days. =)
I was checking out my story stats and it's had quite a few hits since I first published it. I'm actually quite shocked because I wasn't expecting it to be that popular. Sooo, if you haven't reviewed feel free to do so. Let me know if you hate it, love it, whatever your opinion is. I can take criticism too if you have any, I promise you won't hurt my feelings. =) I'm mostly writing this to help improve my writing skills, since I think they suck. =/ Anyways, enough about me, onto the story!
Oh one more thing! I am changing the story's genre from adventure/romance to drama/romance because I have to plot all set up and such and it isn't adventure at all. I have no idea why I put adventure actually; it is so much more of a drama. I don't know if fan fiction sends out notifications for changing the genre so if they do, sorry for the pointless e-mail, hehe.
Jack stood in front of the full length mirror in Mimi's room tying his tie. Both the twins were getting ready for the Graduation Gala. The Gala was being held by the committee to congratulate all the committee members who were graduating. It was sort of a private thing but people still insisted on making it a huge full scale event complete with the paparazzi capturing every move anyone made.
Mimi came up behind him and wrapped her arms around him. Jack turned around and looked at her dress.
It was a champagne color, with a fitted bodice and layered bottom flowing down to the ground. It was staples aside from the tie that went from the top of the bodice and around her neck. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled into a low chignon and her nails were freshly manicured with white tips. She looked absolutely stunning. Although he distinctly remembered her saying she was going to wear a short black one.
"I thought you were going to wear the short black one with the blue ribbon?"
"I already wore it. To a club," She said smirking.
"You only bought it a week ago," Jack said turning his attention back to the mirror.
"You can't expect me to wear something twice. That would be, like, a total fashion mistake," Mimi said pulling him closer.
Jack pulled away, walking over to his closet to grab his shoes. Mimi followed him.
"I want us to be okay tonight. There are rumours spreading and I do not like it."
Who cares? As far as they know we aren't together in that way yet.
"I care. Please don't mess this one up, Jack."
"Mimi, if all you care about is your image – "
"That isn't the point – "
Stop being so conceited.
"What is your problem? I am really trying here and you are acting like an ass,"
Jack stopped and let her words sink in. He heard her take a deep breath.
"Glad to see you aren't denying it," She said softly. "All I am asking is that you try. Try and be a decent person tonight. That' all I'm asking."
Jack gritted his teeth and nodded, still facing away from her. He couldn't believe that she was blaming him. Everything was his fault? Yeah right! He heard her leave and gripped the shoe he held in his hand. He threw it as hard as he could against the wall.
Schuyler stepped out of the town car she had arrived in onto the red carpet in front of her. As soon as she did, the cameras began flashing around her. Reporters began screaming questions at her but she didn't answer. She merely smiled and continued her way up the stairs into The Metropolitan Museum of Art.
She hadn't wanted to come to the gala at all. Charles had been the one who had forced her. He had threatened to hold a committee meeting to take custody of her again. Enduring a couple hours with the Force family and friends was better than having to spend everyday at the Force townhouse.
"Schuyler!" A photographer called out "Who designed your dress?"
Schuyler looked down at the colorful dress she was wearing. It was strapless and had a layer type skirt. It was mostly blue and had a swirly pattern with many other colors. There was a blue sash around her waist and rhinestones decorating the top. Trinity Force had picked it out for her since Schuyler didn't own any nice dresses that weren't in the color black.
"The Blondes designed it."
She blinked at the photographer snapped a picture with the flash on.
"Have you been doing anymore modelling?" Another shouted
"Not recently." She said continuing her way up the stairs almost slipping her brand new Christian Louboutians. Schuyler had actually been modelling a lot. She just didn't like to draw attention to herself.
She was grateful to be inside. She felt her phone buzzing inside her clutch and dug though it walking over to the doors of the ballroom. She was too busy trying to rummage though all the stuff Trinity had packed into the little tiny bag when she walked right into someone dropped the clutch and spilling its contents all over the floor.
"I'm so sorry! I wasn't watching," Schuyler said dropping to the floor attempting to pick up the contents that had spread across the floor.
The person she had ran into bent down too helping to clean up the mess.
"I should have just left it, I knew who it was anyways, and I could have called them back," Schuyler kept rambling on while picking a tube of lip gloss.
"Really, Schuyler. It's fine," A familiar voice said.
She froze. She knew that voice. She looked up to meet the dazzling green eyes of Jack Force.
Of all people...
Jack handed her a tampon and her cell phone. Schuyler took it from him, turning red and stuffed it into the clutch. Jack stood up and took her hand, helping her up. He looked at her and pushed a strand of hair that had fallen, back behind her ear. He smiled sadly letting his hand rest on her cheek.
"You look great, you know." He said softly.
Schuyler felt a pain in her chest and looked down at her shoes.
"Ja-ack! A magazine wants to interview us," Mimi sang.
Jack sighed and muttered "Duty calls."
He took a last look at Schuyler and smiled sadly.
Schuyler bit her lip, feeling her eyes fill up with tears. She couldn't do this anymore. Having Jack here was going to make things too difficult. She needed to get out. Heading for the exit, she ran into Bliss.
"Schuyler, where are you going?"
"Oh, no where," She said not looking up.
Bliss frowned and grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bathroom. Bliss checked under the stalls to see if anyone else was there and then turned to Schuyler.
"M'kay what's the deal here?"
Schuyler didn't answer.
"You're make up is a mess!" Bliss said horrified
Schuyler looked up and looked in the mirror. Her eyeliner was smudged and her mascara had run a bit. She hadn't realized that she had let the tears fall and she swore the mascara had been waterproof. Bliss had a concerned look upon her face. She looked absolutely stunning in a fitted white dress, that flowed down to the floor. It had a v-shaped black band around the waist and underneath the chest. There was rhinestone detailing on the top part of the dress and it sparkled as the light hit it. The more Schuyler looked at Bliss, the more she noticed. Bliss looked extremely worn out and there seemed to be something... evil about her that Schuyler hadn't noticed before. Maybe she was just imagining things.
"Hmm? What's the prob?" Bliss questioned.
"Oh, I'm just sad to graduate. That's all," Schuyler said quickly.
"I don't think so. Could this have to do with a certain, Jack Force, perhaps?"
Schuyler's eyes filled up with tears. She couldn't get any words out.
"Thought so," Bliss said giving Schuyler a hug.
"I made a mistake. I shouldn't have let him go. But I had to. I really thought I would be able to handle it tonight. I really did. I was fine talking to him a few days ago but now it is like... I don't know. I can't do this. I need to leave," Schuyler said softly.
"No, no, no, no," Bliss said. "You're staying. We are going to fix your make up and we are going march in there with our heads held high."
"No, I can't."
Bliss grabbed her clutch and pulled out some eyeliner and mascara.
"Let's fix this, now."
Schuyler sighed.
"You need to talk to him. He'll listen to you; he feels the same. Mimi has been getting fed up with him," Bliss said as she applied the mascara.
"I can't – "
"You can too. No more complaints. Better?"
Schuyler looked in the mirror. It didn't even look like she had been crying. Her face looked just as it had when she arrived.
"Go get 'em girl," Bliss smiled.
"Thanks, Bliss."
"No problem." Bliss said with a glint in her eye.
Schuyler instantly felt a chill wash over her. Something weird was going on.
Mimi smiled for the photographers, blowing kisses and hanging off of Jack. She loved this. She lived for this. All eyes were on her and Jack. Jack seemed to be somewhere else though, his eyes were off in another place but Mimi didn't mind. He was being somewhat decent. He smiled for pictures and put his arm around her waist; just like she had asked.
When they went inside, she wandered around talking to anyone who would listen about her bonding arrangements. Jack stood beside her like a zombie but she didn't care. He didn't really have much say in how the bonding was going to be set up anyways.
While she was talking to some old person from the committee, she saw her. Schuyler Van Alen entered the room, looking as gorgeous as ever. Mimi's eyes narrowed. She quickly looked to Jack and clenched her jaw.
She followed Jack's gaze directly to Schuyler. He was watching her. Mimi stood there infuriated.
What ARE YOU looking at?
Jack didn't answer. He had blocked her out.
"Excuse me," Jack said, pardoning himself from the conversation.
Mimi glared after him. This was not going to end well.
Bliss' heels clicked down the hallway of the museum. Her white dress and red hair trailed behind her as she walked. The gala was well underway by now but she couldn't stand sitting at the table with Mimi anymore. Mimi kept shooting angry glares as Jack, Schuyler and other various people around the room. There was bound to be some sort of argument tonight.
As she turned the corner she saw something flash past her in the corner of her eye. She stopped and looked behind her. All she saw was the empty stretch of hallway.
As she turned again, she screamed and turned back down the hall, breaking into a run. Her heel broke from under her and she skidded, and then fell.
Give up. You are mine now. A voice said in Bliss' head.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
She trying to stand up again but her leg was grabbed and she was dragged down the hall. She was about to scream when a hand covered her mouth.
"Scream and it's done." The person said in a sickly sweet voice.
She began sobbing.
"Gooood girl." The voice crooned.
She was pushed into a room around the corner and feel to her knees. As she stood up she resisted the urge to scream.
Yes, there was definitely going to be a fight tonight and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
Oooh. Cliff-hanger! Well not really since, the next chapter going to be posted right after this. What do you think Bliss saw in the room? Reviews would be lovely. =)
