I stepped out of the black cab with Poppy right behind me, and I stared at the massive school in front of me.
"I climbed out of a window, jumped a six feet distance and almost broke an ankle for this?" I asked
"You get used to it" she shrugged before walking to the school. I followed closely behind her attempting to keep up but it was sorta hard to do that in anything other than converses.
As soon as I stepped in, my nose was almost drowned in the stench of alcohol, and we weren't even in the actual prom room. Preying behind Poppy, she finally entered the right room, after her third try -might I add, and the door swung open to obnoxiously loud party music (Justin Bieber) and crowds of British party kids. Their faces were covered in masks and wearing their dresses and suits. The majority of them were dancing in the centre, far from the stage which was further down the long (what seemed to be) gymnasium. Other students were either lined up at the punch bowl, attempting to impress their dates with an obviously dyed red tropical drink, or at the edge of the room sitting alone watching everyone else dance and have fun
Poppy finally interrupted my thoughts by exclaiming something from behind me, and even though she was shouting, I could barely make out a formable word. Talk about clarity.
She then began heading towards the back of the room, and being the only person in this entire room who didn't know what was going on, I followed her blindly.
I then realised (when we were about five feet away) that the direction Poppy was heading towards were to my friends...well friends and semi-friend. I muttered an "oh" whilst feeling stupid that Poppy could spot them from a mile away, and it took me 100 paces towards them to notice.
Grace was first to acknowledge me when she stepped towards me complimenting me on my outfit. She looked gorgeous in her black and white striped, strapless cocktail dress, her hair done up in a tight bun.
"You look beautiful Kim!" Arabella squealed hugging me tightly.
"Thank you! But look at yourself, you really are stunning" I complimented. She was wearing a knee length pearl pink dress with a high neckline. Her hair was done in lose curls, half up and half down. Her five inch heels made her seem taller than usual (considering she was a little short) but all in all her outfit was wonderfully put together.
Julie was last to notice me, due of the fact that she was a little further away from me, being nearer to Milton in the corner. However when she did acknowledge me, she hugged me loosely and was the first to point out my new hair colour. She was wearing a blue dress that came mid-thigh with a moderate neckline and a beautiful detail in the pattern.
"Where are the guys?" I asked curiously
"A little further ahead, talking in guy language" Arabella laughed as Julie, Grace and I joined in with her.
"I'm going to go dance with Jerry, Arabella you need to ask now or never" Grace called before heading towards Jerry and tugging at his sleeve in attempt to make him dance. He groaned a little yet stayed in his spot. She then whispered something in his ear which got him smirking and following her within a split second.
I don't want to know what she said there...
"I'm going to see if Milton wants to dance, but seriously, Grace is right Arabella" Julie smiled before grabbing Milton for a dance.
"What's going on?" I asked Arabella who was fiddling with her fingers
"Brett hasn't asked to dance, and had turns around all the girls who have asked him. He's waiting for someone else" she muttered, barely audible.
"What if your the one he's waiting for?" I questioned
"He would've asked me"
"I'll ask him!" I piped
"How is that going to help me?" She asked in innocence
"I'll ask him for you dumbass!"
"Oh, thanks Kim!" She grinned
I flashed her a brief smile before walking to Brett, trying not to trip over my own two feet being my clumsy self.
"Kim?" He questioned with a raised eye "you look different"
"Yeah, I know, taller, brunette blah blah blah. Do me a favour please?" I pleaded with my best innocent look
He tensed "yes?" He asked with a strained voice
"Dance"
"Sorry, Kim. You're a great girl-" I cut him off before the idiot could utter another syllable
"What is it with you two?" I groaned "not you dumbass. Arabella, dance with her"
"I can't dance" he admitted sheepishly
"Come on please?"
"Seriously Kim, I'm honestly terrible"
"You can't be that bad"
"Trust me" he persuaded
"Then let her lead. Just watch out for her toes, their dainty as it is" I advised
"One condition"
I groaned loudly to show my irritation
"Dance with Jack"
"No way in hell" I scoffed
"Is when I dance with Bella"
"Come on"
"Do it"
"Fine" I whined
"Have fun!" He smiled before heading towards Arabella. But just before he approached her, I spun on my heels and headed towards a certain Jack, who happened to be talking to another jock.
"Hey Kim" he said, not fooled at all by my 'disguise'.
That went well...
"Dance with me" I mumbled almost inaudibly
"With you? No thanks" he shrugged turning around to continue his stupid conversation about God knows what. I angrily stomped away and headed towards Brett, tapping him on the shoulders.
"Hello to you too Kim" he smiled almost innocently
"He said no, that means I'm off the hook right?" I asked
"No. Just get him to dance with you one way or another"
"Why does this bother you so much?"
"It doesn't, I enjoy enhancing pain on you"
"I hate you"
"You know you don't"
"Shut up" I demanded whilst walking back towards Jack.
"I thought I made it clear when I said I didn't want to dance with you" he groaned
I scoffed aloud "believe me, this is the last thing I want to do. But I am doing my friend a favour, so pleasedancewithme" I rushed
"I'm sorry what?" He asked smirking. That dick was amused.
"Pleasedancewithme" I repeated
"I'll make a deal with you princess, say it properly and I'll do you a favour and dance with you"
"You're enjoying this aren't you?" I muttered
"Oh, on extreme levels" he choked back laughter
"Please. Dance. With. Me" I said between gritted teeth
"My my, Miss Crawford. Have you not been taught manners?" He shook his head slightly
"Listen, William Herondale, stop being a prick and dance with me" I attacked
"William Herondale?" He repeated, almost as if he were tasting the name
"I give up!" I groaned before turning away, about to head towards Brett to admit defeat. I was stopped by a soft, but large hand falling on my arm and holding me back slightly.
"Okay, I'm sorry. I would love to dance with you" he smiled showing me his perfect grin.
"Shut up dumbass" I murmured.
He grabbed my hand, holding it softly before leading me to the centre of the room "do you even know how to dance?" He teased
"Nope, so I'd watch your feet...I am wearing six inch heels" I retorted. He chuckled softly.
Sometimes I don't understand Jack. He's a complete dick one minute and he's sweet and teasing the next.
My thought was interrupted by somebody tapping the microphone on stage, loud feedback erupted around the gym, and loud squeals were spread around the room.
"Girls" I muttered
"Aren't you one?" He chuckled
"Not quite" he laughed a little before getting interrupted by the microphone again, but this time somebody was speaking into it.
"Okay guys, this is the couples dance. We're handing out balloons...you have to dance without dropping or popping the balloon. Last couple standing win! And just to make this game harder, people will be going around. If you get tapped on the shoulder then you are out!"
"Great" I muttered
"Lucky for you, I'm a great dancer" He smiled.
Unrecognisable music came on and Jack offered me his hand. I took it as he pulled me closer to him, I followed his lead slowly as he twirled me.
Okay, maybe he is a good dancer
"Not bad" I commented
"Please" he scoffed "I'm amazing, you just can't stand complimenting me"
"Please" I mimicked his scoff "Jerry's better". It was true, I turned my head to see Jerry and Grace dancing. Whilst Jack was smooth with his dancing skills, Jerry was fast and skill full.
We were handed a balloon, which Jack had then placed between his and my stomach.
"Just keep in rhythm, and dance softly. The balloon shouldn't fall" he suggested
"Okay" I replied doing exactly as I was told.
"I thought I would hate England" he began
"So did I" I admitted "do you like it now?"
"Yes, I'm surrounded by better people. And Jerry's seriously awesome"
I smiled a little "Jerry's your best friend?"
"My brother"
"Why were you sent to England?" I finally asked, being brave enough to do so.
"What about you little miss perfect?" He asked in a mocking tone. Like that. He wasn't teasing anymore. He seemed...irritated
"I told you" I shrugged
"No you didn't. You said you pissed your mom off"
"I did"
"What did you do? Get in a girl fight?" He questioned
"No"
"Throw a bitch fit when you couldn't get the new iPhone 6 early?" He smirked
"What's wrong with you?!" I snapped
"What do you mean?" He feigned innocence
"One minute your nice and playful and teasing and the next your attacking me!" I accused
"Wow, a pretty big accusation" he yawned
"See! Your doing it again. What is it? Why do you snap? Like a switch!" I shouted
"Sorry if my personality doesn't impress you Miss Bitch" he snorted
"I knew I shouldn't have listened to Brett. Why should I care if Arabella dances with him or not"
"If I recall. You danced with me. I'm doing you a favour"
"If I recall" I mimicked "I was about to turn around. You stopped me"
"Believe me princess" he scoffed "I wouldn't want to dance with you if we were the only two in the world"
"I think you not dancing with me would be the least of my problems if we were the last two in the world" I mumbled
"God your irritating" he muttered
"I'm irritating?!" I shouted "I tried to make conversation. God your more moody and hormonal than most girls!"
"I can't wait until we get tapped out" he countered
"Oh you don't need to wait!" I retorted. I pulled out a sharp Bobby pin from my hair and forced it into the material of the balloon causing it to explode. The girl who introduced the rules to us approached me.
"I'm sorry, but your out" she said
"Believe me. I know" I shrugged before barging passed her towards Grace who was sitting at the side.
Huh, must have gone out a while ago
"Hey Kim! Having fun?" She chirped
"Not in any means" I mumbled
"Why?" She asked
"Jack is so irritating" I groaned
"What happened?" She asked almost knowingly
"Nothing, it's him being bipolar" I shrugged
"Yeah, you'll get used to it"
"I hope so"