Wow, it's a bit late for Halloween, isn't it? XD Sorry, but I've been really busy and unmotivated. Anyway, only 1 person reviewed about the previous Coates dance and no one guessed the costumes, so no one wins the contest. Enjoy the chapter! :D

When I walked into my dormitory after spending the morning in the library studying, I stopped cold. The room that had been perfectly clean when I walked in was completely trashed. It looked like a Gossip Girl had thrown up in there: there were magazines emblazoned with models and tips on how to get guys strewn all over the floor, there were clothes all over the beds and practically exploding from the tiny closet, and an iPod was blasting Ke$ha at a high volume. I heard laughter and talking coming from the bathroom, so I put my bag down carefully and treaded lightly through the mess, the inner OCD part of me having a seizure.

Inside were my sister and Penny, laughing and getting along like the best of friends while doing each other's hair and makeup. I felt oddly out of place. I really wasn't good with this whole girly-looking thing. I had sort of made peace with the fact that I wasn't pretty like my sister, Diana, or even Penny. They looked up when they saw me, and immediately took stock. "Hey, Bridget!" Penny said.

"Oh my freaking God, Bridget, why the f**k were you in the goddamn library all morning? You've missed a whole morning of preparations!" Isabella exclaimed, and I winced as the curse words rolled off of her tongue. I wasn't really comfortable with cursing, either. "Anyway, get the hell into your costume RIGHT NOW," she continued, shooing me out until I had met her requirements. "We have a lot of work to do." She slammed the bathroom door in my face, and I turned to try and find my costume in this mess.

After searching for the better part of ten minutes, I found it: a long white dress, a pair of fake wings, and halo headband. I slipped on the dress, feeling uncomfortable as I looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn't sexy or even slightly pretty, but I put on the little halo and wings on and knocked on the bathroom door. My sister let me in and assessed me. "This is such an unoriginal costume, Bridget," she tsk-ed, "Is this really the best you could come up with?" I huffed out a breath, and she dragged me into the already crowded bathroom to put on my makeup.

"Well, what are you two being?" I said defensively, and they both grinned.

"A ninja," Penny said, and I noticed the tae kwon do style clothes she was wearing. There was some sort of scary looking dragon stitched in gold and silver on the side.

My sister looked even more stunning than usual. She had on a black dress that was tight fitting at the top but loose and long at the bottom. Her black hair was in an elaborate loose side twist that tumbled around her shoulder in slight waves. I watched as she put a colored contact in one eye. When she turned to look at me, one eye was its regular brilliant blue, and the other was a piercing green. She added a thick coat of eyeliner and mascara, then fluttered her eyelashes to dry it.

"I'm being an evil mastermind woman," she said with an evil smile. "Drake is going to be my henchman." She grabbed a dagger that was most likely real off of the counter and stuck it in a fancy holder in her belt.

"I'm surprised he agreed to that," Penny said, and my sister smiled a little more and wiggled her eyebrows.

"Well, he wasn't at first, but he just needed a little…persuasion," Penny made a face, and my sister got to work on her makeup. Then she stopped. "Oh my God, this song is so f**king stupid," she declared. "Bridget, why do you even have this on your iPod?"

"You didn't ask to use my iPod!" I said indignantly, but she paid no attention. I watched as she scrolled through the list of songs until she found some Eminem. "I didn't put that on there!" I added, and she turned to me.

"Oh, by the way, I used your money to buy some songs. I'm expanding your musical tastes." I rolled my eyes. Of course she would call it that.

Isabella outlined Penny's eyes with eyeliner and mixed some glittery eye shadows together before using a brush to apply it. I watched in awe as she made Penny even prettier.

Finally, it was my turn. I sat down on a chair in front of the mirror, closed my eyes, and waited for the torture to begin. After a few minutes, when my sister was happy with my face, she allowed me to open my eyes. I gasped. I looked gorgeous.

I was surprised when I saw the clock. We had fifteen minutes before the dance would start. Penny was going with Andrew, Isabella with Drake, and I with Caine. I could barely contain my excitement. Andrew arrived first. He knocked on the door, and Penny opened it with a smile. She said goodbye to us and left with him, happy as a clam. My sister kicked around for a few minutes before finally getting up. "I'll go find Drake," she said, "I can't wait to see what he finally picked for his costume."

"I thought you were coordinating it with him?" I asked, slightly confused. Isabella made a face.

"Hell no! Coordinating is for losers. Drake is just my henchman, I don't give a f**k what he wears." Again, I winced as the language hit my ears. "Oh, don't be such a goody-goody," she rolled her eyes. "Live a little, why don't you. Anyway, I'm out of here. See you later, Bridget." She left, slamming the door behind her. Finally, I was alone. Not five minutes later, I heard a knock at the door. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my racing heart. Caine was here.

I opened the door and was surprised by what I saw. He had on a crown and a long red cape over a puffy shirt and dress slacks. "A king?" I guessed, and he beamed at me. I fought the urge to blush.

"You guessed right. And you…well, you do look like an angel." The last part was said with such naïve charm and a tiny bit of embarrassment in his smile, like he was shy to admit it. He thought I looked like an angel. I almost died and went to heaven. Instead of passing out, I beamed and stepped outside. He took my hand in his, and I closed the door behind me. Together, we headed to the dance.