Fast Times At Belleville High

by Mrs. Thomas Malfoy

High school love is never what you expect. Especially when you attend Belleville High. But tell that to Dante and Faythe, who can't seem to get it right. Just a quick thing I whipped up and would love to put into production.

19. Chapter 19

The ceremony was over, everyone chatting amongst one another, not as students, but as adults. Vincent pulled Ava into the crowd, Faythe waving a temporary goodbye to her. Ava smiled broadly and disappeared into the sea of people. Danté caught Faythe by the hips, picking her up and kissing her.

"Faythe, I know this isn't really a good place, but…" Danté reached for his pocket, pulling out a box. "Marry me, Faythe Holmes."

Faythe was dumb-struck, hardly able to breathe. "Me? You want me?" Danté nodded, a smile spreading across his beautiful face. "Yeah, Danté, who else would I marry?" Danté laughed, picking her up, a silence only they could hear enveloping them. He pulled the ring from its comfortable nest in the velvet box, and placed it on her dainty finger. It shone brilliantly against her skin, the white-gold glimmering while the diamonds shimmered. "Danté, how did you afford this?"

"Sold my goods for you, baby. I need you more than it." He said in a hushed voice, running a hand through his shaggy black hair. Faythe teared up, throwing her arms around his neck.