Whoa, I update again within like two days! I'm on a roll! But please guys, I only got like two reviews last chapter, but thank you so much to the people that do review! I love you!

Moving on, this chapter has an immense amount of drama and mostly this chapter and next chapter will be like that.

Also, it may seem as the story is almost over but it definitely is not:) Enjoy and I don't own Pokemon!

Edited: 11/2/14

Edited A/N: I am trash

"Almost there... And you're done," Dawn murmured, as she finished zipping my dress.

Smiling to myself, I turned around to face my friends. "How do I look?"

"May, you look hot," Leaf stated, a laugh bubbling from her lips.

"Thanks," I giggled, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Oh my gosh, this is so exciting," I said as an afterthought, biting my lip to stop my smile from growing bigger.

Misty got up from my bed where she was putting on her shoes and looked me up and down. "Ugh, she's right. You look amazing."

"Amazing? Drew's jaw is going to drop when he sees you, May. You look more than amazing," Dawn said brightly.

"We look like trash in comparison," Misty agreed, laughing.

My jaw dropped. "You're kidding, right? I call bullshit-you're all gorgeous."

Misty was beautiful as usual. She did shock us, though. We all expected her to get a blue colored dress; it was her favorite color and no one could deny the color looked amazing on her. Instead, she picked a white and black dress. With a bateau neckline, open back, and no sleeves, the A-line dress looked great on her. The skirt of it was black, contrasting with the bodice that was white and covered by a pattern of black lace. Her fiery red hair is what stood out the most. She'd put it in loose waves and pinned her bangs back in a french braid. The smoky eye brought out the color in her eyes and her black flats kept the outfit a little more casual and more her style.

Leaf however, was forced by all of us to buy her dress. She'd never wear it if it wasn't for someone making her. But she looked great. The dress was a lace column dress with a sweetheart neckline and, of course, was a dark green. The way the dress fit hugged all the curves she never let show. On her collarbones rested a silver necklace as her only jewelry. We curled her hair and pinned the back so all of it would fall over one shoulder. Her makeup was kept natural with lots of browns and greens, making her natural beauty shine through. Still, no one could stop her from slipping on her white converse. But it made us laugh. That was our Leaf.

Dawn looked stunning in her dress. It was like it was made for her. It was a pale pink color that brought out her ivory complexion and the natural flush in her cheeks. It had a scoop neckline made of tulle and an open back. The bodice was beaded with rhinestones and the skirt was made of lace. It was gorgeous, brushing her mid thigh. She paired it with nude colored heels and left her hair down and loosely curled. Her makeup was lightly done, with pale pinks and gold. She was like a fairy.

Finally, there was me. My dress took the longest to find, but as soon as Dawn came up to me with it, I fell in love. It was a bright red A-line dress with a bateau neckline with sleeves that didn't go past my shoulders. It was lace, which seemed to be something common with all of our dresses. I left my hair straight and pinned my bangs to the side so my hair wouldn't fall in my face all night. The thing that was bothering me was that Misty, Dawn, and Leaf made me take off my glasses for the event. I hid in the bathroom for twenty minutes doing my makeup before I decided I would be okay and joined them again. They didn't seem to notice anything, and only told me how great I looked. I felt like passing out from relief. As a last minute thing, Leaf had tossed me a pair of white heels and matching earrings. I had to admit they looked great with my dress.

Leaf laughed. "I guess we do look pretty good, huh?"

"Of course," I answered, helping Misty fix her lip gloss.

"What time are the boys coming?" Dawn asked, walking in front of my window to look down at the street. Her blush and excitement was obvious, making it clear she wanted to be with Paul. It was cute, really.

He'd asked her out the day we talked and as soon as he did, Dawn was at my house and knocking on my door telling me how it happened and how he told her that was what we had been talking about. She'd been so happy and didn't stop hugging me for a good ten minutes. It was adorable.

Misty checked her phone. "Any minute. Maybe we should start heading downstairs?"

"Sounds good," I said, at the same time Dawn squealed and announced the boys were here.

We all laughed at her excitement and as I opened the door, I was met with Max's fist raised, ready to knock on my door.

"What's up, Maxwell?" I asked.

He rolled his eyes and pushed his glasses up with two fingers. "Maybelle. I'm here to tell you your sort of boyfriend and others are going to ring the doorbell in a second. And I'm going to be asking him a few questions."

Not a moment later, the doorbell rang. I rolled my eyes at him like he'd done to me.

"Is he talking about Drew being her sort of boyfriend?" Dawn asked Misty.

"I think so?"

Dawn walked in front of me and squeezed Max's cheeks which looked ridiculous since he was taller than her even in heels. "That's so cute; watching out for your big sister."

"For your information, it's just because my dad is gone at the moment," he replied quickly, stepping away from Dawn and readjusting his glasses again. He was such a dork.

"Can we just answer the door?" I asked. Max sighed and moved out of the way so we could go downstairs. As I pulled open the door, I was surprised by how put together everyone was. And they were matching.

Paul was wearing black skinny jeans and a purple button up with a black blazer over it. Ash was wearing the same except his button up was red and he had on a skinny tie that was clearly not done right. It was way too loose. My eyes went to Gary next and saw he was wearing a black v-neck instead of the button up. And finally, I looked at Drew. He had on the same as the other boys but he had on a white shirt and a more neatly done tie. All of them had on black converse. And they all looked very casual (none of their shirts were tucked in) but also very cute.

As we stared at them, they stared at us, clearly impressed. If Paul's slight blush and looking away didn't tell us something, I don't know what could.

It was then I remembered, Max was leaning against the wall. I motioned him over and wrapped my arms around his torso, leaning my head on him. "This is my baby brother, Max." I knew it was safe introducing him to everyone. He'd been in the media maybe once, and that was when he was a little kid.

I was surprised he didn't push me off of him. But the more I thought of it, the more I realized we're hardly around each other. And we really do get along and like each other.

"Are you sure about that? Your head is at his nose," Gary said.

I stuck my tongue out at him and then looked up at my brother. "Maybe it's because Dad's so tall." Still, Max didn't reach the height of my guy friends who were all six feet tall, if not almost that tall.

Max, who seemed to care less about height shrugged. "Anyway, which one is Drew?"

Drew raised his eyebrows and raised a hand.

"Are you a douche bag?"

"No?"

"Okay, awesome." Max looked down at me and said, "Have a good time at the dance, Maybelle." And as he said that I knew he really meant it. I needed to enjoy the things I did here because I wouldn't get the opportunity to do it again.

"Have fun studying, bookworm," I said giving him another squeeze before he walked off.

"Maybelle?" Gary asked, laughing.

"Can't Gary be short for Garrison?"

He narrowed his eyes and I smiled sweetly.

"How about we never speak of this again?" he asked, holding out a hand. I laughed and gripped it, shaking up and down.

When we pulled away, I saw that Misty was on her phone. She flashed us her screen. "Think we should head out?" she asked. The dance started five minutes ago.

"Probably," Leaf said, walking up to Gary. "We're going in separate cars still?" We'd all agreed earlier that we'd go in cars with our date since we could leave at different times if we wanted to without having to wait or make others wait.

"Yeah," Ash said, reaching for Misty. "It'll be easier that way."

We all said our byes and told each other we'd see each other at the school before heading out. Drew and I were the last to leave since I had to check up on Max again and tell him we were going and he had to lock everything up. Once that was done, Drew took my hand as we walked outside.

As he lead me to his truck, he looked down at me. "You look. . .really beautiful. You know that, right?"

I felt the familiar heat rise onto my cheeks. I shook my head. "Thank you. You don't exactly look too bad yourself," I murmured, a smile playing on my lips.

He gave me one of those smiles that was somewhat crooked and affectionate. He opened the door to his car and took out a red rose corsage.

"Since I haven't given you one in a while, and my mom insisted I got you a corsage," he said, letting a light laugh escape.

I laughed as well and held out my wrist. "Well then, thanks to your mom."

Once the corsage was on my wrist, Drew smirked lightly and leaned down to kiss my cheek.

"Thank you," I murmured, smiling as I felt his lips pull up into a smile against my skin.

"You're welcome," he replied, his lips lingering for another second before he pulled away and poked a finger on my forehead. "It's weird seeing you without glasses."

I raised an eyebrow. "Is it a bad thing I'm not wearing them?"

He smirked. "No, I like it. Your eyes are beautiful."

"Such a charmer," I said dryly, ignoring the flush on my cheeks.

He laughed, his smile stretching across his face, showing his teeth. I liked it when he smiled like that; it was rare. "Ready to go?"

"Yes!" I couldn't help but say it with enthusiasm, my eyes growing wide.

"You're excitement is so infectious it's almost scary," he said as he got into his car, shaking his head.

As we pulled into the school parking lot, the first thing I noticed was that it was packed. Like, seriously, packed. The entire parking lot was full and we barely got a spot. But, luckily, we managed to snag one and by the time we were entering through the doors, I was almost bouncing with anticipation. What could I say? It was my first big event at a school. So what if I was overreacting?

Drew kept looking down on me and chuckling and rolling his eyes. "I guess we'll see if all our hard work and cramped hands paid off, huh?"

I laughed and unconsciously grabbed for his hand as we neared the gymnasium doors. "Definitely. Let's hope it did."

When we opened the doors, I was more than pleased with our work. It barely looked like a gym anymore. Instead, there were lights flashing around the room, a DJ booth on a platform, a huge buffet of food and desserts lined up against the wall, a disco ball hanging from the ceiling, a photo booth in the corner where there was already a line. The floors had been scrubbed until there were no more marks from sneakers on the wood and we'd rented booths and pushed them against the walls so people could take a break from dancing. Dawn even set up a place for girl's to deposit their heels if their feet began to hurt too much. That was smart.

So, basically, the gym looked fantastic.

Drew was the first to spot our friends and began tugging me along with him as he walked to a booth occupied by Leaf and Gary.

"What took you guys so long?" Leaf asked, a playful smile on her lips, Gary sitting by her side.

"Well whatever you're thinking is probably wrong, so I'm going to stop you there," Drew deadpanned, sliding into the booth, pulling me down with him. Our hands were still linked.

I cleared my throat and tried to ignore the heat on the back of my neck. "Where's everyone else?" I asked curiously.

"Misty and Ash have been dancing for awhile," Leaf answered.

"Yeah, and I think Dawn managed to get Paul out there as well," Gary added, a laugh threatening to escape his lips.

Leaf almost choked on her drink from laughing. "He's so whipped."

"Don't let him hear you say that," Drew added, emerald eyes flashing mischievously.

"Don't you dare tell him, Hayden," Leaf said, narrowing her eyes.

He shrugged. "I mean, what happens, happens."

Leaf rolled her eyes at him and turned to Gary as she began talking to him. Drew let go of my hand and for a moment I felt disappointed as I lost that warmth. But then he put his arm around me so casually, as if that was how we always sat together.

I swear, this guy was going to kill me. How did he manage to act so nonchalant about everything? Does he ever get flustered?

I bit my lip, not knowing what to do. My body was stiff and my hands all of a sudden had no idea where to go. I heard Drew laugh lowly and he gave me a subtle squeeze. No one could've noticed it. With a sigh, I relaxed.

But then, I heard Dawn's voice. "Aw, look at the cute couples," she announced, her eyes shifting from me and Drew to Gary and Leaf.

"Look who's talking," Gary pointed out, glancing at her hand in Paul's.

She flushed. "Shut up."

When Dawn's eyes caught mine, she grinned and quickly moved to sit by my side. I had to squeeze in closer to Drew so both her and Paul could fit. Without even looking towards me, Drew shifted his arms from my shoulders down to my waist. I tried to ignore how close we were and started a conversation with Dawn, and not long after, Ash and Misty showed up. They were both red in the face from dancing and slid into the booth with Leaf and Gary.

"Ugh, I'm already so tired. How much longer does this dance last?" Ash asked, leaning his head against the booth.

Dawn, who already had her phone out, said, "Good luck, you have another three hours. It's only 7:30."

We all laughed at his face and continued talking at the table until a slow song started to play. I watched as Misty pulled a reluctant Ash from the booth, Leaf not far behind with Gary. Dawn turned to look at me.

"We've been here for almost an hour and you've yet to dance," she said with disapproval. Before I could utter out a word, Dawn was pushing Paul towards the dance floor.

I sighed and looked at Drew. "Want to dance?"

He raised an eyebrow at the question. "Do you actually want to or are you just saying that?"

"You know me too well," I mused with a light laugh. "But really, I want to dance with you."'

"Well, if you insist."

When we were away from the table, he took my hand and led me onto the floor. He placed his hands on my waist and I put mine on his shoulder. I laughed as we started to sway.

"What?" he asked, his own smile beginning to pull on the corners of his lips.

"I don't really know how to dance," I said, proving it by awkwardly stumbling over my feet.

Drew laughed at me, shaking his head. "It's easy, just... just stay with me and you'll be okay."

I furrowed my brows. I felt like those words meant a lot more than what he was letting on. However, there wasn't much time to ponder over what he said since he pulled me into him and continued to dance as the song went on.

As the sound of a piano echoed through the gym, I grew comfortable enough to lean forward and rest my head on his shoulder. I smiled to myself when I caught Dawn and Paul dancing. She was getting the flustered guy to wrap his arms around her, but past the embarrassment, he seemed content enough as a smile broke out across her face. It was cute.

I took a break from spying on my friends and tilted my chin back so I could look at Drew. He seemed lost in thought, but when I raised an eyebrow and asked what was up, he just shook his head and told me it was nothing. Not entirely convinced, I decided I'd let him be and we went back to swaying in silence. However, that silence was broken again mere moments later, when Drew stopped dancing. I looked at him with furrowed brows and dropped my hands from his shoulders.

I tried again. "What's up, Drew?" I asked, furrowing my brows. His expression was blank, but eyes thoughtful, just like it had been for the past minute. What was bothering him?

He finally locked his eyes on mine. "Can we go somewhere to talk? Somewhere quieter?"

"Yeah sure," I murmured, wondering what he was going to say. Giving me a reassuring smile, he grabbed my hand in his, entwining our fingers together like he always did. He pulled me through the dancing teenagers and out to the hallway. But he didn't stop there. He kept walking until we were in the empty courtyard. Which, by the way, was stunning at night. I had to take a moment to admire it.

Drew pulled me out of my thoughts by leading me to a bench hidden by the shadows of trees.

"What do you need to talk about all the way out here?" I asked. "We're allowed to be out here, right?" I murmured a moment later as an afterthought.

"Yeah, it's fine," he said, nodding. "But, I just felt like what I need to tell you is better to say out here. Away from everyone."

Again, I furrowed my brows. He was acting so out of character and looked somewhat vulnerable. It felt weird.

"I've been thinking about this a lot. And just being here with you right now has made me realize a lot of things," he began, avoiding eye contact. My stomach flipped. "And these things and realizations are terrifying because I never thought they would happen. I never planned to fall in love with anyone but here you are and here I am telling you that I'm in love with you."

I froze, eyes going wide. My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. Drew Hayden told me, May Maple, he's in love with me. And he was blushing, trying his hardest to keep his eyes on mine. It was adorable and amazing and surprising.

"Drew, did you just. . .? Y-You're in love with me?" I asked, my voice squeaking at the end. I knew he liked me, but loved?

"Yeah," he murmured. "And if you don't feel the same, that really sucks but it's okay. I just needed you to know how much I care about you."

I couldn't help it. The next things I knew, I felt my eyes stinging and tears blurred my vision. It was all too much. I felt too guilty. I'd lied to him and when he'd find out he'd hate me and I'd end up breaking his heart. That was something that broke my own heart just thinking about it.

"Hey, it's okay if you don't feel the same way," he said quickly, reaching out to catch my tears on his fingertips.

"No, it's not that," I choked out. "I'm crying because I hate myself for lying to you. I'm such a horrible person because I love you too but I'm going to end up hurting you."

"How?" Drew asked, brows furrowing. He looked so worried. It made me hate myself more.

"I just will," I said lamely. I just needed to end this before I said anything else.

Without thinking, I let my hands wander on his shoulders, his neck, before they rested on the back of his head. I brought his forehead down to mine before pressing my lips against his in a soft kiss. His hands found my waist, pulling me closer. The way he kissed me sent chills down my spine. He really was amazing.

But I had to let go before it grew into something even more.

I pulled away, and stared up at Drew's confused and worried eyes. I brought him back in for a hug before letting go completely and moving away from him. I stood up and began walking away.

"I'm so sorry, but this can't go any further," I said, ignoring the feeling of my chest tightening.

Without looking back, I turned and ran as fast as I could away from the school and away from Drew, ignoring how he yelled after me to wait.

I'm so stupid.

Why did I think coming here was a good idea? Did I think I would live a normal life for four months and then disappear without another word from me every again? Did I think I could get away with being selfish and thinking that the world only revolved around me?

If I tell them now, they hate me for lying to them. If I don't, they hate me for leaving without any way to contact me.

Either way, I lost. But maybe it was paying the price for doing something so stupid.

As I was running, I'd taken off my shoes and it had also started raining. So now I was standing in the rain under a streetlight, shoulders shaking and tears streaming down my face.

How cliche.

I leaned against the streetlight, sinking to the ground. I might as well just leave. Call it quits before things get even more difficult and I become too attached.

But I already was attached.

It was then when I saw headlights approaching me. A familiar car parked on the street next to me and I cursed, already trying to stand back up so I could get away. But Drew was too fast. He caught my elbow and made me face him. His normally light green hair now a shade darker was hanging in his eyes, droplets of water falling against his skin. I watched the drops as they ran down his face, eventually dripping off to merge with all the other ones, disappearing on the ground.

"What happened? Why are you freaking out so much? What's going on, May?" he asked, almost desperately. I didn't blame him for being confused and frustrated. I ran out of there like a psycho after telling him I loved him. Of course he'd be confused.

"I-I can't tell you."

"Why?"

"I just can't. Or maybe I can but if you know then you'll hate me and I can't have you hate me," I said, the fight in my voice fading away. I was growing tired now. I should just tell him and leave and be done with it.

"I could never hate you, Miracle," he insisted, releasing my elbow so he could hold onto my hand.

Hearing him say my name made it all worse. He didn't even know my name. I'd lied to him about everything that made me, me.

But before I could say anything else, I felt his lips on mine for the second time this night. His hand was gentle as it cradled my cheek, tilting my head up. I didn't even try to resist and ended up grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer.

A kiss in the rain. Typical.

"Drew," I choked, pulling away and burying my face in his chest. His shirt was soaked, my tears doing nothing to it. It was time for me to tell him everything and come clean. Even if that meant saying goodbye to him and having him hate me. I knew it was time he knew. It wasn't fair to keep him in the dark after all he'd done for me. "I-I have to tell you something that I really don't want to do. I don't want you to change how you feel about me," I murmured. I felt my voice shaking and I hated it.

Drew gripped my shoulders and pushed me back so he could look me in the eyes. "What's wrong, Miracle? Tell me."

"No, it's not Miracle," I said shakily, dropping my gaze.

He tipped my chin up, looking lost. "What?"

The look in his eyes made me want to shake my head and run away again. But I couldn't. "I'm n-not who you think I am."

"What do you mean?" he asked, worry flashing in his eyes.

Taking a deep breath, I opened my mouth. I had to do this.

But then, before I could utter out a sound, something I never expected happened. I was pushed out of Drew's hold, nearly falling to the ground. I barely caught myself and when I locked eyes with the person who did it, I almost fell over.

"May Maple," she murmured, raising an eyebrow. "I finally found you."

I tried to swallow but my tongue was dry and a lump in my throat was forming. She was easy to recognize even through the heavy rain and my blurred eyesight from my tears. I'd know that voice anywhere.

"Br-Brianna. What are you doing here? How?" I asked, more tears sliding down my cheeks, mixing in with the rain. Of course this had to happen. I felt like collapsing on the ground and sleeping, never waking up again.

She let out a dry laugh. "Are you serious? Did you really think you were clever enough to escape your life?" she asked, scoffing. She didn't give me time to answer before opening her mouth again. "And for what? To make 'friends' who don't give a shit about you only for you to leave them later? Tell me, May, how are you going to tell the entire world that Little Miss Charming is a lying, ungrateful, skank."

"Shut up, Brianna. You don't know anything so stop acting like you do," I said, my voice sharp and eyes narrowed. I wasn't going to let her do this to me.

"I honestly don't give a shit about your feelings. I spent this time trying to find you because I knew something had to be going on. And now that I know what that is, I can finally ruin you and your career," she sneered. Before I knew what happened, her fist connected with my cheek and I was bent over, pressing my cold hands to the already forming bruise. The eye on the side she hit began tearing up. Still, I wouldn't let her get away with this, so I stood up, ready to tell her to back off.

What I didn't expect was Drew placing a hand on my hip and moving me behind him. He glared at Brianna; a look so cold it almost sent chills down my back.

"I don't care who you are or who you think you are, but you're not allowed to ever lay a finger on May again." His voice was low and anyone could hear the threat in it.

Brianna's eyes went wide. "Wow, you're pretty attractive. But, of course you know who I am. I'm Brianna Wilson, the dancer who dances for anyone who's an anyone."

"I've never paid attention to 'anyone who's an anyone'," Drew said, the dislike in his voice towards Brianna obvious.

"Well, maybe you remember when a certain singer was caught making out with her best friend's boyfriend? It happened about a year ago, don't you remember? It was Brendan Birch and May Maple," she said, narrowing her eyes. "My best friend turned out to be a bitch who stabbed me in the back."

I couldn't take this. I gathered all my courage and stepped out from behind Drew. "Brianna, stop it! You know that's not true; I would never do that to anyone! He was the one who kissed me, you just won't listen! None of this had to happen!"

Me and Brianna were best friends. Like sisters. It had been that way for years and I'd loved her with all my heart. But then last year, when she was on a talk show, me and her boyfriend, Brendan (who was also an actor), came along with her and waited for her in her dressing room. Everything was fine until Brendan decided to tell me he had realized he liked me. Next thing I knew, I was pressed into the couch with his lips on mine. When I tried pushing him off, Brianna had walked in at that moment, thinking my hands on his chest meant I liked it. Since that day, she'd despised me and it had only gotten worse over time as my career kept growing. The worst part was it took forever for my management company to get past all the rumors. If me being here surfaced, who knows what would happen.

"I don't care what you have to say," Brianna snapped, her ice-blue eyes furious. "If I were you, I'd pack your bags and consider your career over. I'll see you later, you slutty attention-whore bitch."

As she turned to walk away, I felt my legs give out underneath me as I fell to the ground. Why is this happening now? Why, why, why? Drew had to hate me now. I felt the feeling of my eyes stinging return and pressed my hands to my face in hopes to stop the tears.

I almost screamed when I felt a touch on my arm. I looked up through blurry vision and saw Drew kneeling next to me, catching my tears with his shaking thumbs. His hands slid from my face to my shoulders to my hands where he grasped them and pulled me on my feet.

"Let's go to my house and get cleaned up," he said, eyes shifting. He was avoiding eye contact.

As he tried to pull me with him, I wouldn't budge. When he turned back, I bit my lip. "You're supposed to hate me and tell me you never want to see me again and call me a liar."

"I can't do that," he murmured, voice breaking. "Because I love you and when you love someone it means you love them no matter what. It's what my dad used to say."

I squeezed his hand and followed behind him, the only noise through the rain being me whispering, "I'm so sorry."

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Edited A/N: literally i was listening to a song called rainy memory when typing this i don't think you understand the emotions. and let's be clear as I edit this: I don't hate brianna, I actually think she's super cute but I needed a bad guy and this was written about two years ago and I chose the cliche bad guy in contestshipping fics. but yeah, there's that. Oh and school sucks. That's all.