A/N: I tried to keep my promise and update ASAP, but I was bombarded with college work. Hopefully these next few months will allow me to type more.IDK Steph's surname so I'm just using Meanswell. It is her uncle, so I'm sure we could pretend her dad is in the meanswell family and married. I hope you guys enjoy this story. :) Reviews would be great!

I really feel like making a soundtrack to this story lol. This chapter would definitely have How to Save a Life by The Frey. As for the slow song, probably Truly, Madly, Deeply by Savage Garden.

OH! By the way, readers, If you like the story save it now because I'll be changing the rating to M for later chapters. It'll be for safety reasons with the content. (Some sexual, somewhat-violent/dramatic) I'll wait a week or two before I change it. I'm inspired by Lolita, a great book.

Chapter Three: Ivory Queen

Amelia had found her way near Stephanie. She grinded Nate with moves that resembled a full-time stripper. It wasn't offending Steph at all, for it was just emberassing to watch. Not only was Nate flabbergasted, but he couldn't keep up with his date.

"Isn't that the same dress you have on?" Sportacus pulled Steph from her hilarious thoughts of Amelia falling to the floor.

She answered shortly, "Yes."

"Do you know her?" He asked another question.

"That," Steph whispered, "is Amelia. The one I wrote to you about. I'm glad you're here for me, otherwise I wouldn't have come."

Sportacus smirked. He said, "Of course I came for you, Stephanie. You sounded upset. I can't let my best friend be sad. Then who would walk around with the wind in her hair and a grin on her face, unnafraid of the world? Not me, not Ziggy, not Robbie."

Stephanie felt content to knowing that Sportacus hadn't held anything against her. He knew that she asked him to the dance just to show Nate that she was strong enough to move on. Deep in her heart, Steph felt disappointed. Nate had been such a generous and loving friend since the day they met. Never in her right mind did she think they'd ever stop caring for each other, or that she would be attracted to him as a potential boyfriend. Things turned around in life all the time, and Steph knew that in the back of her mind. However, losing a friend was something new to her. It was uncomfortable and full of jealousy.

"Sportacus," Stephanie looked at her surroundings and mumbled, "let's go dance."

"As you wish, Steph."

The prom moved slowly, despite the fast music and dancing. Stephanie felt uneasy when she first started to grind Sportacus. Pretty soon, they were both moving freely to the beat without second thought. Tiffany and Mark found their way next to Steph. Tiffany caught Steph glaring at Amelia during an especially sexual rap song, but couldn't blame her this time. Even Sportacus gave Amelia a scolding look for her raunchiness.

"Amelia is going to grind the pants right off of Nate!" Mark blurted.

Tiffany laughed and added, "Either that or they'll catch on fire from all the friction."

"Stephanie, I thank you for not doing that to me." Sport joked.

Stephanie was the only one not laughing. She detested Amelia and her skinny, perfect body. Steph couldn't help but feel self-concious for her little belly. Of course she was healthy, but she wasn't a size two like Amelia, Queen of Beauty. She was surprised Nate hadn't melted yet from the heat that clouded around Amelia's dancing. Even the chaperones began circling the area, watching for something worse to happen. As if stripper-style dancing was appropriate for high school!

At last, a slow song began to echo around the gym. It's familiarity made everyone comfortable swaying to it with their partners. Sportacus wrapped two strong arms around Stephanie's waist. Her blush deepened as she placed her arms over his shoulders. They moved gently, inches apart from one another, and drank in the moment.

Stephanie noticed Sportacus' face redden within seconds. She wondered when he danced like this last, or if he did. Slow dancing wasn't hard to pick up on by observing others. Then again, Stephanie really didn't care when or where he learned how to dance. She was enjoying being with Sportacus, her best friend. She always had.

"I have to say," Steph began quietly, "I want to thank you a million times for coming tonight."

"No problem. I would do anything for you."

The quick reply left dead conversation hanging in the air. The song wasn't even halfway done, which led Steph to thinking they should cut it short.

"Stephanie," Sportacus spoke once more, "Nate is a confused teenager. You deserve much better if he's going to swoon over Stripperella over there. If he can't see real beauty, then maybe youre better off with someone else."

A calm feeling erupted in Stephanie's body. Sportacus was right. She had no reason to worry so much over the loss of Nate when it was actually his loss. Sooner or later he would realize what he'd done, and Steph would be ready to talk to him.

"You always know how to make me feel better, Sportacus." Stephanie smiled from ear to ear, gleaming with acceptance of her own fate.

There is always a moment in life where one gets trapped between reality and a dream-like state, usually when something out of the ordinary occurs, or something drastic happens. At first, the inches closed between them, which almost went unnoticed. Stephanie heard another slow song begin. Nothing she recognized. Sportacus wrapped his arms tighter around his pink-haired friend. Their surroundings became blurry, uncared for. Time gradually slowed down. And it happened. A dream.

His blue eyes dug into hers like shovels yearning to hit treasure. Sportacus grazed his lips across Stephanie's, almost feeling nothing. She didn't retreat, neither did she digest what was going on. Her lips were almost as virgin as she was, never tasting anything as sweet as a kiss before, aside from juicy fruit. Her breath deeped as Sportacus finally placed his longing lips onto hers. He hadn't kissed anyone for years in a romantic way, but felt no need to panic. He laid gentle kisses, trying to ease into it. He wasn't sure how Steph felt about him, but felt no need to hold back after so many years of knowing her and adoring her.

The stomach was made to flip and flop now and again, but Stephanie never felt the tingling sensations before this very moment. She and Sportacus were friends, not lovers. But the taboo of his lips touching hers in such a way caused great excitement throughout her body. If she was able to feel this pleasure from the man she looked up to since childhood, was it possible to love him?

"Damn, they've been at it for minutes now." Tiffany whispered to Mark.

It was true, another song had already begun and ended, leaving the principal standing in front of the dancing croud, ready to announce Prom King and Queen.

"I don't want to bother them." Said Mark, who noticed Nate and Amelia walking towards their group.

Tiffany smiled and said, "Leave Stephanie alone. Let her enjoy her prom."

Stephanie felt the kiss deeped, almost sure she could taste the tip of Sportacus' tongue. She had never imagined kissing anyone tonight, let alone the rest of her life.

" . . . and now, we will announce this year's Prom King and Queen." The principal's voice boomed loudly throughout the gym.

Sportacus opened his eyes, feeling drugged with sexual tension. he wanted so bad to kiss more than Stephanie's lips, to run his tongue along her silky skin. He parted from the kiss and watched as Stephanie opened her eyes.

"This year's Prom King is Kyle Masterson. Come on up here Kyle!"

Stephanie broke out of her trance and watched a jocky senior jog over to the principal.

Sportacus didn't take his eyes off of her. "Steph."

"And this year, Prom Queen is-" The principal was interrupted by an ecstatic female.

"It's me! I know it! Thank you everyone for your vote." Amelia ran up to the principal and yanked the crown out of his hand with a grin plastered on her face.

"-Amelia Peirce . . ."

"I know. Thank you, I said."

"No," The principal took the crown back, "I'm afraid there were some last minute changes."

Amelia faked another smile. "What are you talking about? You know I'm Queen. There's probably a typo on my name or something."

"What's going on?" Nate appeared and asked Tiffany.

Mark answered, as Tiffany was too dumbstruck, "Principal Humbert says Amelia's not the Queen."

"I'm sorry, Amelia," Principal Humbter continued, "but the entire student body has re-voted on account of rumor that you voted for yourself twenty-five times. We have a new winner, fair and square. Sorry." He turned to face the croud. "The winner is Stephanie Meanswell."

"Stephanie." Sportacus said once more, this time with happiness.

"Huh?" At first, Steph couldn't believe her ears.

It was another dream-like moment. She was in awe. Her steps to Principal Humbert were tough, for her feet felt like lead weights. Once she reached the front of the croud, she could clearly see Amelia's distraught facial expression. The crown was placed on top of her flowing pink hair. Steph could barely breathe.

"It's not fair!" Amelia screamed, and soon felt the anger grow in her tiny body.

Nate watched from afar, still looking at Amelia with more lust than ever before.

"Thank you." Stephanie fought the words out, certain she'd lose her voice if she didn't speak that second.

And then it hit like a hurricane . . .