Author's Note: Been a busy week! But anyways, here's another chapter! And thank you, all of you who are reviewing =). I really feel encouraged, and i'll try my best to keep this story going. Enjoy!
"I can't escape this hell.
So many times I've tried
But I'm still caged inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself"
Adam Gontier's vocals succeeded in waking me up and I groggily lifted my arm from under the covers, reaching out for my phone that was vibrating on my nightstand. Only a bit further, a bit more, just a bit more. Ugh, why does it have to be so far away? I moved my weight a bit to the other side of the bed and finally picked it up. 'My Punk' I saw flashing on the screen. Magenta? Why the heck is she calling me? Isn't it, like, 9 am only? I slid my phone open and put it to my ear waiting to hear a good reason for this followed by an apology for waking me up, but I got nothing of the sort.
"HELLO, SLEEPING BEAUTY! What are you doing, I told you to call me when you were ready, didn't I? I'm already on my way to Philyra's!" Came Magenta's voice shouting on the other side.
My brain stopped for a minute to process what she was referring to, and then the realization settled in. Shoot! I'm supposed to meet her in half an hour so we can go shopping for our dresses for tonight.
"Um…Magenta? Don't get at mad at me, please" I said, wincing and closing my eyes anticipating her going into psycho mode when she figured out I was still in bed. "I kind of forgot, but don't worry I'm actually walking into the bathroom right now, I'm gonna get ready and meet you there real soon, don't me mad!" I finished rushing, afraid of leaving her time to explode. I was surprised by the answer I got.
"Jeez Layla, I can never count on you now can I? Anyways, get ready and get your ass here in the next thirty minutes or else, you're toast. See ya." And with that she hanged up. In relief I let out a breath that I must I've been holding. I opened the door to my bathroom to be true to what I said and began undressing and brushing my teeth.
The smell of French toast and eggs tickled my nose as I hurriedly went down the stairs.
"Morning, honey" came my mom's voice from the kitchen. "Why such in a hurry?" she said. As she came out of the kitchen barefoot, I saw she was wearing a pair of purple yoga pants that hugged her hips along with a white tank top cut low enough to show a decent amount of cleavage. If it wasn't for our matching red hair and same cheekbones, I would have a hard time believing she was my mother.
"I forgot that I'm supposed to meet up with Magenta today to go shopping for Homecoming dresses together, and she's gonna be mad if I'm not there in the next fifteen minutes!" I said brushing past her, going to the kitchen and grabbing a slice of French toast.
"Oh I see, but aren't you going to eat something first?" she said, sounding vaguely concerned. I rolled my eyes and took a bite of the piece of toast in front of her so she would see. "I am, mom, I am." And I rushed to the front door.
"Want me to drop you off?" I heard her ask. "No it's okay; I'll take the bus, but thanks anyways! We'll be back by five-ish, love you!" I said loud enough for her to hear me, 'Love you too' I heard her reply and then I was out the door.
I walked a bit up my street before finding a bus.
"Downtown, Crown Street?" I asked. He nodded, and I climbed aboard.
After a few minutes, we were out of the quiet neighborhoods and in the bustling busy city. We got to the street and I paid and went off. Where was the store? She said right on Crown Street, after the Jewelry store, but I couldn't find it. As if on cue, my phone rang. I took it out of my brown shoulder bag.
"Hey, where are you? I can't find the place." I said, looking around.
"Well, I can see you going in circles like the crazed individual that you are." Magenta said, and I could almost hear the smirk in her voice, if that was even possible. I looked around again, and then I turned right. Not that far away, I could see someone waving at me. I smiled and said, "Yeah, I bet you can." I hung up and put my phone back in my brown polyester shoulder bag. I walked the short distance and hugged her.
"Took you long enough." She said. "Oh, whatever, I'm here aren't I?" I said, as we went through the doors of Philyra's Beauty".
As soon as we entered, my eyes almost leaped out of their sockets. The place was huge! It was a three-story store overflowing with elegant Athenian-style gowns, sandals and other accessories. As much as I wanted to get started, something worried me. But before I could open my mouth to ask the question, Magenta spoke. "Don't worry, we're covered." She said, showing me her thick wallet. I felt a bit ashamed, probably not having brought as much money. So I asked, "Are you sure". Annoyed, she rolled her eyes and fixed me with a light glare. "Of course I'm sure, now let's let started!" she answered, taking my hand and pulling me through the sea of dress racks. There were all kinds of dresses, from short, showy, and scanty to long, elegant, and decently exposed. My eyes fell on an amazing flowing dark green strapless dress that stopped at the ankles. A large strip of silver cloth went halfway around the waist, right under the bust. The price tag said $230. Well, that was expensive. But I had brought about $300.
"Magenta" I said, and she turned around to look back at me. "What about this one?" I said hopefully.
She stared at me for a few seconds before slowly walking over to me, taking the dress out of my hand and placing back at its original spot. "Ew!" she said accusingly, "What the hell? You know I'm grateful that we're doing this together, or God only knows what excuse for a dress you would have come all decked down in tonight." She finished shaking her head, and walking away.
I stayed there in shock with my mouth open before walking after her.
"So," she said, "Did you patch things up with the jerk?" I took it that she was referring to Will. I still hadn't told her about Yesterday. Guess I'll have to do it now.
"I don't think anything will be fixed for a while now after what I heard Friday." I said. She let go of a black nylon mini dress that she was looking and gave me an inquiring look. "What do you mean? What happened?" I sighed and started telling her.
"Well, while I was helping out Ms. Lillian with the boxes that afternoon, Gwen came up to me."
"Gwen? What did the man-eating slag want?" Magenta interrupted, eyebrows furrowed.
"Wait, let me finish" I said, and I resumed. "As I was saying, she came up to me and asked me who I was going to Homecoming with. When I said no one, she made fun of it in that skanky way of hers and then told me she was going with Will. I told her I already knew, because he told me they had to go to represent the committee. Then laughed and told me that he lied. She said that they'd been dating for a while now and yeah. That's pretty much it. After that, I ran out and I saw that the bus was gone." I stopped there and looked down at my shoes, sparing her the part about Warren.
"WHAT?" Magenta shouted. "Shh, shh!" I desperately tried to get her to quiet down. A short brunette, probably one of the store's assistants judging by her outfit, frowned our way. I smiled apologetically and she walked away with a slightly exasperated look on her face as if thinking 'teenagers these days'.
After she had calmed down a bit, Magenta looked to me, clearly still infuriated and said, "I can't believe this. I thought he was an idiot since that afternoon but come on! He's dating that snot-faced bimbo? So that's where he was all that time, huh." She finished bitterly. But when she saw the hurt look on my face, hers softened and she took me in a hug. "Look, it's okay" she said, comfortingly, "Will is a douche. I can't believe he would do something like that. But what's done is done I guess. He made his choice. At least now you know that there is no way he can ever deserve your love now. Stop thinking about him. I know it's hard. You two grew up together. You were inseparable, and I know you still are. And I think that no matter how much he screws up, that can never change. But for now, you need the space, okay?" she said, pulling away. Feeling better, I smiled and nodded. "Thanks a lot, punk." I said half-joking, but also genuinely grateful. She smiled back at me and took my hand. "You're welcome, mother nature. Now let's go find you a real dress!" she said, pulling me towards another section. We looked, and looked, going back and forth until we were finally on the second floor. There were less people on this level; maybe because the prices were higher. Suddenly something caught my eye. I deviated from the path we were taking and walked towards it. It was purple. As I made my way through the other racks I made my way into a new section. It was called 'Royal and Glamorous'. There were tons of purple-ish dresses. The one that caught my eye was gorgeous. It was a short, dark orchid, spaghetti-strap knee length dress. The neckline plunged, but not so low. The bust area was decorated with small shiny sequins and it was cut off by a medium sized strip of fabric that went around the dress, just below it but that ended on the sides. Under that strip, the chiffon fabric color went from dark amaranth, to pale-violet, then to plum, before easing back into dark orchid. It was beautiful.
"Magenta." I called, hearing a faint reply. I put the dress behind me upon hearing her footsteps before she was finally in front of me.
"What? And what are you doing standing there with that creepy look on your face?" she asked. Without a word, I took the dress from behind me and thrust it in front of her face. I saw her eyes open wide.
"This is gorgeous!" she exclaimed, a happy gleam in her eyes. I smiled. "I saw it from afar and it caught my eye. Then I came to see it up close and I figured it would be perfect for you."
"Thanks!" she said, almost suffocating me in a bear hug. "And, right before you interrupted me, I was gonna show you the most beautiful dress you will ever wear. Follow me!" she said, pulling me by the hand to another section, 'Natural Beauty'. It was full of orange and mostly green dresses. "Close your eyes" she ordered. I closed my eyes and I head the rustling of fabric before I was told to open them. As I did I was met with an indeed, most beautiful sight. It was a forest green, jersey fabric, floor-length dress. Thin, small, golden and velvet hoops intertwined with while glimmering ones to make the straps which turned to cross in the back. Green fabric from both sides overlapped each other crossing, covering the bust area, but leaving a part of the stomach exposed as they stopped at opposite hips. The same small hoop strap material curved a bit at the lower back, making half of the belt that broke off at the hip, and continued to the front. At about mid-thigh, a long slit went all the way down to the end of the dress. No. Absolutely no. It was beautiful yes, no doubt. But way too scandalous! I couldn't wear that! All that exposed skin! And if that wasn't enough, the price certainly was. $350.
I turned around at my expecting friend and said sternly, "No, Magenta. No." And before I could get past her she grabbed my arm and stopped me. "No? That's not an option. You are getting that dress. End of discussion" she said authoritatively. When Magenta used that voice, you knew she meant business. But still, no, I couldn't.
I looked to her with regret, "No really, I can't. I mean look at how exposing it is!" I said, ignoring the way she rolled her eyes at me. "And even that aside, it's way too expensive!" She stared at me for a few seconds, not saying anything. "What?" I asked, confused. "Are you done?" she retorted, fixing me with an unwavering stare. "Look, it's a beautiful dress! Yes, it does show skin, but that's another reason for you to wear it! You have a nice body, and you would realize it if you stopped hiding under those terrible clothes of yours, honestly, give yourself a chance! And another reason," she continued ignoring my insulted expression, "Will's gonna be there, and so will the bitch. This is a chance you have at making him realize what he lost, and seeing that skank's jaw fall through the floor." In spite of myself, I couldn't help but inwardly laugh at the image. She did have a point there. But one thing still mattered.
"Yeah, but even if I wanted to get it, I can't. I didn't bring enough money." I said, looking away, embarrassed. Silence. When I looked back at her, Magenta was looking at me as if I was crazy. She took out her walled and swung it in front of my face. "No, I can't have you pay for me." I said, feeling bad that I secretly would have loved her to. "I told you before showing you this dress. You. Are. Going. To. Wear it. And of course I'll pay for it. Now I don't want to hear anything else from you except a thank you" she said, taking the dress off the rack. I threw myself at her in a bone-breaking hug. "Thank you so much, Magenta! You're the best!" I said in her ear for only her to hear, and she knew this meant a lot to me. "You're welcome" she replied, returning the hug. "Now let's hurry and get this over with!"
We went up to one of the assistants and asked her for the matching sandals for our dresses which she helped us find. We went to the accessories section of the store and Magenta bought earrings, bracelets and necklaces to match for both of us. I insisted on getting a green shawl to match my dress, not to look too exposed. She finally agreed, but picked it out for me. We went to the cashier and Magenta paid for the dresses. We took the bags and with that, we were out of the store. Outside, it looked like it was about 4pm. We grabbed some ice creams at Ben and Jerry's and took the bus.
Then I remembered I still hadn't told her about what happened with Warren. And he was gonna be the one picking us up, so she might as well know now.
"You know I never told you how I got home Friday, right?" I said to her in the bus. She looked away from the window. "What? You went home when the bus came back, right?" she asked. I shook my head with a smile, swallowing the ice cream in my mouth. "What do you mean no? How then?" she asked, genuinely curious.
I pretended to be awfully preoccupied with the strap of my shoulder bag and answered, averting my eyes, "Warren dropped me home with his special motorcycle."
Magenta paused for a minute, as if processing the information and calculating all the chances that what I said actually happened, and then she spoke, "Wait, wait, wait. You're telling me that Warren Peace" she put emphasis on the name, "The same Warren that is practically blowing our heads off in his mind when we go sit with him, accepted to drop you home? And you're telling me he has a flying motorcycle?"
Without a thought I jumped to his defense, "He's not that scary, come on! And I was really down when I found out about Will, and then he came over to me and actually listened to all I had to say. He talked about it with me and made me feel better about everything. He's not the dangerous, bad delinquent that everyone thinks he is. He's a really nice guy." I found myself smiling as I said that last part and stopped, hoping she hadn't realized. But she had.
She looked at me calculatingly and then a sly smile appeared on her face, "Wow. Looks like Warren has a lawyer here if he'll ever need one. You must really think all of what you said just now. But I'm yet to see that side of him, I guess."
A blush crept up to my cheeks and I continued, "And as for his bike, you'll see yourself. We were thinking of a way to get back at Will and Gwen, and I kind of suggested that we go together tonight, so he'll be picking us up." I finished meekly, the blush intensifying.
An astounded Magenta sat before me and I didn't blame her. After all, I had dropped so much news on her today. "I'm really sorry for not telling you all this until now. I don't know why I didn't. Guess I kind of isolated myself these days." I said apologetically.
Recovering from the shock she reassured me, "No, it's okay. I mean, better than not telling me. But don't do it again, gosh. Now I feel like I was in a three year coma and I just woke up. So much changed in just a matter of days, it's crazy." She said, thoughtfully. "Yeah, it is." I agreed. She was right.
So many things had changed. My best friend and I had suddenly drifted apart in more ways than one, and I was growing rather fond of the dark-haired, mysterious, yet incredibly nice 'and strikingly attractive guy that only a few days ago didn't really acknowledge you' my conscience finished smartly in a sing-song voice. As much as I didn't want to admit it to myself, Warren was rather good-looking. 'His amazing body doesn't hurt either' the little voice chimed in again. Oh, give it a rest will you. I looked out the window and saw we were on my street. In less than a minute we were near my house and I instructed the driver to stop there.
We found my mom sitting on the couch, watching a cooking program. "Hey girls, welcome back. Did you have fun?" she said, not even looking at us, too engrossed in her notes. "Yes mom, we did" I said. "Hey, Lauren" Magenta said. She always called my mom by her first name. After all, they'd known each other for a long time now, and she was like Magenta's mom. "We're gonna go get ready now." I said and we went up the stairs. "Okay, hurry back down so I can take pictures before you girls leave" came her reply. I opened the door to my room and we went in. Magenta went first in the shower. While she was in, I took out our dresses and the other stuff and brought out the small amount of makeup that I had. I didn't really use much. Just eyeliner, some blush, and lip-gloss. After she came out, I went in. While I took my shower, I shaved off any hair that might have grown on my thighs, and under my arm pits. I don't want any bad surprises tonight. I brushed my teeth and opened the bathroom door, the carpeted floor soft under my feet. Magenta was already dressed, her sandals shimmering lightly. Her hair was tied in a pony tail, with some loose strands falling by the sides of her face. The dark eyeliner and mascara complimented her gorgeous eyes and her full lips were accentuated by the pale-violet, shimmering lip-gloss. She was putting on her necklace and earrings.
"You look the bomb." I said, gaping at her. Despite my friend's outrageous style, when she wasn't in skinny jeans, and punk-styled shirts with the makeup to match as she wasn't now, she looked beautiful, elegant and almost aristocratic. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." She brushed off. "Hurry up so we can get started on you."
I put on my basic under clothes and then put on the dress. I felt a bit too self-conscious, but I suppose it was going to wear off soon. I put on my pair of silver sandals and grabbed a chair to sit on. I took my makeup and handed it to her. She quirked her eyebrows at me, took the stuff, and placed it on the table. She went over to the bed and took her bag. Out of it, she took a slam bag which she opened, spilling the contents all over my table. I eyes widened, my eyebrows almost disappearing in my hairline. "Jeez, what did you do, rob a cosmetic store?" I asked. She laughed and said, "Just a bit from my collection" As she proceeded in putting on applying foundation on my face. I closed my eyes and wondered. If this was 'a bit', then I wonder what the whole collection looks like. A light brush went over my cheek, and I guess she was applying blush. She told me to open my eyes, and when I did she put on the eyeliner. After that, the brushed curled my lashes as she applied the mascara. She worked on my face like a professional. I felt a tiny and hard brush go over my eyelids and a pencil in the corners of my eyes. Then she applied a dark shade of beige lip-gloss on my lips.
"Good." Now on to your hair she said. She took my brush from a drawer and starting brushing all my hair back. "Where's your curler?" she asked when she was done. I motioned to my closet. She opened it, scanned and found it on the stop shelf. She plugged it in under my table and began. I don't know what I would look like when she was done, but I guess I'd have to trust her. She worked her magic and after a few minutes she stopped, putting everything back in its place. I got up and walked to the vanity mirror close to the bathroom entrance. Right before I faced the glass, I closed my eyes. Ugh, whatever I decided, she couldn't have done any damage, she's good at this, trust her! I opened my eyes and squinted, unsure that the person facing me was indeed my reflection. The dress complimented my features a lot. I couldn't believe my eyes. It hugged my hips, making them follow the accentuated curved of my sides. My exposed stomach didn't look so bad. What made me uncomfortable was the exposed cleavage. A small clear line emerged from the top of the green fabric. But after all, I shouldn't make such a big fuss on my b-cup breasts. They weren't really going to attract attention after all. My hair was wavy cascading down my shoulders stopping just bellow my bust. Three strands from each side of my head had been twisted and tied at the back, and some loose strands were falling on the left side of my face down to my neck. I looked absolutely stunning. Magenta had really outdone herself this time.
I turned around to look at her, my smile threatening to get to my ears. I threw my arms around her for what seemed like the hundredth time today. "Easy there, mother nature." She said, struggling to keep her balance as I rocked her sideways over and over again. "You're welcome. But don't forget the other stuff." She reminded me, taking out my long silver necklace, dangling earrings and bracelet. I put them on, and we both put on some perfume that she had brought. "Now there is no way that Will's gonna keep a straight face after seeing this killer body right here." She said, smiling wickedly.
"If you say so," I said, smiling and rolling my eyes. I wished that could happen. "Let's go downstairs, it's almost time!" I took the green shawl out of the 'Phylira' bag on the bed and my small green purse. And with that I turned off the lights and we were out of my room going down the stairs.
We walked into the living room to find my mom on the sofa watching a movie. I purposely cleared my throat, making her look away from the screen. Her mouth fell open and she got up gasping.
"Who are you and what have you done with my girls?" she asked jokingly, giving us a once-over. "You girls look amazing! Magenta, how on earth did you persuade Layla to wear that gorgeous dress?" she said asked this time, walking over to us.
"Believe me, Lauren. It took a while, but as you can see, it was worth it." Magenta answered, looking to me.
"I bet" my mom said knowingly before her eyes went wide as if remembering something. "Wait, stay here, and don't go anywhere. I'll run to grab my camera! This is a moment to keep." She said before she bolted up the stairs. Right after that, the doorbell rang. "Can you get that?" I heard my mom's faint voice from upstairs. "Sure" I said, suddenly nervous. Was it Warren? Of course, it's Warren you idiot. Who else would be coming at this time? Seriously. I began walking towards the door, but then I froze all of a sudden. What was I getting nervous for? It's not like it was my boyfriend picking me up from prom. I don't know why, but the idea that Warren may be at the door made me nervous. Was it the dress? The doorbell rang again, persistent. "Layla?" Magenta said questioningly. "Sorry." I replied, making my way to the door. I put my hand on the knob, my heart beating loudly and I opened the door. Surely enough, Warren stood there hands in his pockets. He was leaning against the wood surrounding the porch, looking at the neighborhood. The sound of the door opening turned his eyes towards me and there they froze. I could see him taking in the sight before him. His eyes went up my dress, pausing at the end of the long slit, continuing their way up, slightly pausing again around my chest before his eyes met mine. My cheeks grew hot and I didn't know what to say. "Hey, hippie." He said stepping up to me.
As the light from inside the house shone out, I saw he was wearing dress shoes, with black slacks, and a belt. On top he wore an open black tux over a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up at his elbows. His dark hair was parted in the middle as usual, with the light purple streak running through one side, and it fell just at his shoulders. "Aren't you gonna let me in?" he said keeping eye contact, taking one step forward so that he was totally in my face. I smelled his tantalizing cologne and took one step back inside. He tore his gaze away from me and went in. I closed the door. "Oh, the gerbil's here too?" he said sneeringly mocking Magenta.
"It's a guinea pig." She replied rancorously. "And you look like you've been cut out of an old crappy rolling stones magazine." Warren's eyes narrowed, and he didn't answer anything to that. When it came to having a sharp mouth, Magenta was the winner hands down. I heard footsteps and saw my mom come down the stairs with her silver Nixon camera.
When she laid her eyes on Warren, walked up to him putting her hand out for him to shake. "Well, hello there young man. My, my, don't you look handsome." She said smiling. He looked taken aback but shook her hand when she pulled him in for a one arm hug. He lost his composure and nervously said "Good evening, Ma'am. I'm Warren Peace, nice to meet you" He said politely. She quirked an eyebrow at him saying, "Ma'am? Save that for when I turn eighty." She said chuckling. "I'm Lauren Shields. You can call me Mrs. Shields or Lauren. I won't take anything else." Warren seemed in thought for a while before he spoke, smiling, "It's a pleasure, Mrs. Shields."
My mom looked at us, saying "Okay girls, all of you three get together now. I'm taking the picture!" We gathered, waiting for Warren to join in, but he didn't. "I think I'll pass" he said bluntly. "No, no no! There'll be none of that." My mom said, pulling him next to us. "Mom, if he doesn't want to it's fine, jeez, don't harass him." I said to my mom. I didn't want her to make a scene. Warren came in the middle. "Smile!" and the camera flashed.
"Now just you two girls." Magenta and I hugged each other, still facing the camera. FLASH! "Beautiful!" my mom explained, totally in paparazzi mode.
"Now Warren and Layla!"
Neither of us made a move.
"Come on, mom, do we really have to?" I said, whining. "Well of course, you're going together aren't you? Now stop your whining and let me take this picture. You have to go don't you?" That earned a defeated sigh from both of us before we scooted closer to each other, but you could still fit a whole person in the space between us. "Closer, closer, closer." My mom said impatiently, "Good!" she concluded when we were close enough for her taste.
She stopped as if waiting for something and then rolled her eyes, aggravated. "Oh, or the love of God, do I have to tell you guys how to do everything?" she said walking over to us. She put Warren's arm around my waist and mine around his. This was definitely too close for comfort. But yet, it wasn't that bad. "Smile!" I heard and before I had the time to do so completely, FLASH! "Gorgeous" said my mom. "Now you kids have a nice time alright? Be back before eleven, Layla." She said walking us to the door. "Are you gonna wait for the bus?" she said lighting the porch and looking around for it.
"Nah, Mrs. Shields" Warren said, stepping out of the house as we followed. He put his hand in his pocket and brought out the keys to his motorcycle, pressing a button. He walked to wards the shape began to form right in front of the porch. I looked to my mom and Magenta to see their reaction. They were frozen like pillars of salt, jaws hanging, and eyes ready to burst out of their sockets. "Technology these days" my mom whispered to herself, and I laughed at her stupor. "I told you so," I said to Magenta. "Hurry up, we're gonna be late!". I made my way to Warren and got on behind him, the slit on the dress revealing my bare thigh. I blushed, hoping his gaze wouldn't happen to wander there. I looked to him and saw he wasn't looking. Whew, good.
"Oh, yeah!" Magenta said. She had a passion for thrilling experiences, so I was sure she was going to love this. She got on behind me, hanging on to her velvety dark purple purse as I clutched on to mine. Then I realized our purses were the least of our worries right now. "You better hold on tight to me, punk" I told Magenta, "This thing shows no mercy."
"Gotcha." she said. I put my arms around Warren and felt Magenta's encircle my waist. We waved to my mom on the porch as she repeatedly told Warren to drive safely and soon we were driving away. We drove away from my street, made a couple of turns until the coast was clear of any people. Then we started picking up speed. The trees around us were getting blurry and the wind whipped my hair into my face. I battled between raising my hand to fixing it and the fear of falling off if we suddenly took off. I decided not to and not long after we were leaving firm ground, rising. I no longer felt the pressure of the front wheel, then of the back wheel and I clutched Warren tighter as the body tubes in the back came out and lit with fire. I felt Magenta recoil and reassured her, "Don't worry, it freaked me out the first time too. They only shoot fire outwards and the flames are gonna calm down soon." What worried me more was how we were gonna look after we got there, with this wind. But it wasn't that much. Worst case scenario, we could go to the bathroom.I tried not to close my eyes this time but I failed and only opened them to Magenta's voice behind me. "Yeah!" she screamed, ecstatic. "Well that makes two of us that have guts." Warren said, shortly looking back, making eye contact with me. "Shut up." I said scowling.
He winked at me and turned his head back facing front. I felt myself starting to blush and I buried my face in his back to keep it from showing. That didn't help. I discreetly took in his scent and remembered my first ride with him and the feel of his firm abs under my fingers. Stop it! This isn't the time to be thinking about this. I raised my up my head and looked around. The sky was dark, dark, blue and our only source of light was the crescent moon that seemed to be following us.
After a while I saw the school from a distance, as big, weirdly shaped mass slowly becoming clear each few seconds, and soon we touched asphalt. I only saw a few late comers. Looks like Warren wasn't the only one with a private mode of transportation, but his looked the best out of all the others, I thought. Magenta got off first and then I did. We proceeded in readjusting our clothes and fixing our hair, so we didn't look electrified when we went in. That would be nice to see.
"I'll get ahead of you two, to buy you time, you know." She said, looking at me knowingly before she ran across the courtyard and up the front stairs, disappearing through the open front doors.
I looked up to Warren our eyes met. I reached for his hand and asked, "Ready?"
A smile crept from the corner of his lips and there was a mischievous gleam in his eyes before he took my hand answering, "Sure as hell, I'm ready."
He started walking and I fell in step at his side. We crossed the courtyard and went up the steps. His hand fell out of mine before I felt it coming to rest on my waist. We exchanged a glance one last time before we were met my music as we walked through the doors.
This promised to be an interesting evening.
Author's Note: Wwweeeellllll...tell me what you thought! I'm still thinking of the conflict involving Gwen for homecoming. I don't want it to be the same as the movie. Any ideas will be welcomed! =). Review! Review! Annnnd Review! ^^!