(A/N Hello, again! I am back with chapter two to my PWHS story! The ones in Italics in Lucy's POV are flash backs! And the flashback after the line is after a week! Anyways, this is the second installment of PWHS! Enjoy! -VIVIENNE!)
Kendall's POV
When I reached the auditorium, I see the Carlos, James, Jo already sitting in a round table. I walk to the table to see papers, cookies, and drinks displayed amongst themselves.
"Aye, why it isn't Knight!" James greets me with fist bump, and I fist bump Carlos, and pat Jo's back as I take a seat next to her, and James.
"Where's Logan? Are there any others coming?" Jo asks me,
"I don't know where Logan is. I asked this one girl to come but, she apparently had better things to do." I sighed, then the door opens, and I see Logan, with Camille Roberts?
"Hey guys! Sorry I'm late. I brought Camille with me." he smiles, and he looks at me. He mouths the word 'winning' to me, and I grip my hands. He takes a seat next to Carlos.
"So, any ideas?" he asks,
"Nada," Carlos spoke in Spanish,
"Zulich." James added,
"Pretty much, nothing." Jo giggles, I chuckle a bit.
"Umm...how about a typical Masquerade theme?" I recommend,
"Thats a typical theme everyone wants. We all agreed it should be something unique and cool." James complained, and the others nodded in agreement.
"Alright, then what do you guys picture Prom to be? Describe it? Let's go around the room shall we?" I offer, "Let's start with the lovely prezi, Jo Taylor."
"Hmm... I want a prom that's extraordinary, something to remember. I want it to be a Parisian Prom where we see the Eiffel Tower, Arc de Triomphe, the Louvre, and the Palace of Versailles, and at the background of the dance is the famous Montmartre cobblestone walkways! Just, France in general!" she gushes, I grab a piece of paper, and a pen. I wrote Parisian -Jo next to the idea. I look at James, to say his idea.
"I want a Arabian Nights theme, with long silky cloth hanging from the ceiling with lights attached, and the tables are pillows, and everything to be just mystical! Plus, I look hot shirtless." he describes, I roll my eyes. Typical James. I write Arabian Nights -James.
"Camille, how about you?" I ask,
"Umm... I want Hollywood. Enough said." she spoke, I write 'Hollywood -Camille'.
"Alright, fair enough. Logan?" I direct to Logan next.
"I want a Stars theme. Where everything is just stars. Glowing stars, sparkling stars! Plus it's related to science!" Logan said enthusiastically. Everyone at the table except Camille groans. Camille just giggles, while looking at Logan.
"Really Logan? Science?" James questions, I write Stars -Logan.
"Hey, it's a cool theme!" Logan objects,
"I want to bring back to the 70s! All Disco! Flashing lights everywhere, sweet music playing! Just Disco!" Carlos added, and I write Disco -Carlos. I examine my list.
Parisian -Jo
Arabian Nights -James
Hollywood -Camille
Stars -Logan
Disco -Carlos
I observe each idea carefully. Paris is the City of Lights, Arabians Nights is Lights, Hollywood includes lights, Stars obviously has lights, and so does Disco. Then it hit me. Lights! Lights is the idea for Prom!
Then I hear the sound of a door closing, I lift my head up to see Lucy, with her backpack on and a helmet to held to her side. I feel a smile creep up my face.
"She came." I whisper to myself.
"That girl is hot." James spoke, and I smack him behind the head. "Ow!" he says, and everyone's head turn to James.
"Hi, is it not too late... to uh join the meeting?" she intrudes,
"No, more are welcome! Please sit!" Jo smiles, and Lucy makes her way over to the table, and sits next to Camille.
"Anyways, I got it!" I cheer out,
"What'd you get?" Carlos asks,
"The prom idea. Since each of everyone's idea is unique I notice that they all have a similarity! They all have lights that are included. So, why not have a Night of Lights for Prom?" I offer, "We'll deck out the hall with cloth silks hanging from the ceilings with lights attached like James said. We can have a disco ball. Streams of lights hanging from the top of the room, dangling down upon the dancefloor, and a Chandelier hang down also for Jo's idea. We can have Hollywood stars swirls dropping down at the entrance. Also a big Star shape of balloons attached to a pole that creates a star!" I say, with excitement in my tone of voice. "Well?"
"I like it!" Jo smiles,
"Nice touch on my Arabian Nights idea!" James comments,
"Who votes yes?" I ask the group, and everyone raises their hand except Lucy. "You don't like the idea, Lucy?"
"I like it but, that sounds like a lot of money just to buy on decorations." she returned,
"We have enough money. I think a good 600 dollars is good to cover all the decorations?" James calculates, the whole group agrees,
"Then it's settled. Night of Lights it is!" I grin, and the group cheers.
"Too bowling we go!" Carlos shouts out, and we gather our things and we start for the door. I catch up with Lucy.
"I'm glad you came." I say happily,
"Well, I'd rather eat needles then come here." she replied,
"But, you came anyways." I grinned, and I bumped my elbow on her forearm. "Possibly for a reason perhaps?"
"I just came because I wanted too." she says, and her face tenses up.
"You're lying. There must be another reason." I pause for a moment, "COuld it be I'm rubbing off on you? Are you finally friends?" I gush, and hug her playfully. Lucy grabs my hands, and push me aside.
"As if. I still despise you with a strong passion. So don't get too touchy." she throws back, and walked ahead of me leaving me walking alone. The group soons arrives at the parking lot, I rush over to Logan.
"Hey Logan, can I ride with you?" I ask,
"Can't I've already got Camille, James, and Carlos, and Jo in my car. Why not ride with uh..." he thinks, Lucy soon appears beside me.
"Lucy." Lucy says her name.
"Yeah, Lucy!" he reminded, and he gets in the car, and starts his engine, Logan's car gets onto the main road and they head over to the bowling alley
"Do you have a car?" I ask Lucy,
"I have a motorcycle." she replies, "And, you're not riding on it."
"Why not?" I groan,
"Reasons you have no reason to know." she replies as she puts her helmet on, and gets on her bike. I walk over the front of her bike.
"Come on? Please?" I plead, I put a frown on my face. She pulls off her helmet.
"Do you know where the bowling place is?" she questions.
"Just 3 blocks down the main road." I direct down Olive Boulevard.
"Wanna walk? Since I can't just leave Ken all alone. Maybe someone will steal his plastic." she teases,
"Haha, very funny." I pretend to laugh. She puts her helmet in her backpack , and kicks the stand from her bike off the floor, and she starts walking.
"Are you just going to bring your bike?" I plot behind her.
"Yeah, I obviously don't really want to leave it there. So, I'm taking it with me. Plus if I leave it here, and someone stole it. My brother will flip the table, like literally." she pulls it and I could see she's struggling.
"Here, let me do it for you." I offer, and she doesn't let go of her bike.
"Are you trying to say I'm weak?" she gawks, as she looks up at me.
"No, I'm just..." I was interrupted,
"You know you're being quite sexist." she spits, "Men, always trying...to be overpowering of women. It disgusts me." she lowers her voice, I stop for a moment. Then, I start to wonder, could that be the reason she hates guys like me? I mean I'm just a regular person just like her.
"Hey!" I snap back to reality. "Come on loner let's go bowling." she says, and I follow her,
"You know, I was just being a gentleman. I mean, I just can't stand seeing a beautiful damsel in distress."
"I'm not in..." she pushes harder on the bike. "...distress."
"But, you are a beautiful damsel." I lighten the mood, she glares at me. "Why do you get so mad when I compliment you? You need to smile more, little miss angry."
"I'm grateful of you compliment but, it's still not going to change my view of you or any of the guys in you're little possy." she continues, and I bit the inside of my cheek. I run up to her, and grab the bike out of her hands. I stop, and I turn back to her. I pat my hand on the leather seat.
"Sit here, I'll push." she walks over to me. She plops herself on the seat, with her legs swaying on the other side of the motorcycle. I steadily push the bike, across the pavement. There was awkwardness between Lucy and I, her back faced me which didn't able us to talk to each other.
"So, uh where you from, Lucy?" I broke,
"I grew up in Columbus, Georgia then I moved to Atlanta when I was twelve." she answers, as she looks out on the main road.
"So you're from the east coast?" she nodded in response, "Then how did you get accepted into PWHS?" I say, I was curious. Why would she go across the country just to enroll in PWHS.
"I received a scholarship. I was suppose to enroll at the beginning of the year but...someone hid my enrollment papers.
We arrive at the bowling alley, just a moment after Logan and the others waited in the parking lot.
"Sweet Harley!" James comments on Lucy's bike.
"Thanks." she nods, and we walk towards the building. Logan walks by me with Camille beside him.
"Winning." he whispers to me, and laughs evilly to himself.
"Oh don't be Charlie Sheen." I threw back, and his mouth dropped, and I smile at my comeback.
We walk inside, and the bowling alley was in blacklight. Everything in the bowling alley was glowing in neon colors, and 'I Love It by Icona Pop' was booming from the speakers above. People rolling the bowling ball, and hitting spares or strikes. Then there was Rizzo's Pizzeria, we could smell a hint of fresh baked pizza swarm us. I see off the corner of my eye, Carlos sniffing the air like crazy.
"I'm hungry!" Carlos complains, I want a corn dog!"
"I'm pretty hungry myself. The cookies at the meeting were disgusting." James agrees, and Jo swung her hand and slapped James's arm. "Ow!"
"I made those cookies, idiot." Jo says.
"Let's grub on some pizza, or something! I want to eat!" Carlos whimpers. "Come on!"
"Let's eat a Rizzo's then." Logan directs, and we take a table at the corner of a 8 seater booth. I ended up sitting next to Lucy, and Logan. Next to Logan is Camille, then Carlos. Then James, and Jo at the end of the booth. I look around the restaurant and notice that the restaurant was decorated in a retro style. With checkered flooring, and things from the 1950's. Pictures of Elvis Presley, Ray Charles, and Johnny Cash all over the walls. Our round table had a scene from 'I Love Lucy' when Lucy at a restaurant eating snails.
"Hey Lucy," I whisper to her, to get her attention.
"It's Lucy." I chuckle, a little. She just rolls her eyes, and looks at the menu. "It's uncanny." I grin weirdly. A lady dressed in a plaid apron walks over to us, she clicks her pen and took out her notebook.
"What can I get y'all kids today?" she says in a southern accent.
"Can I have everything on this menu?" Carlos answers immediately,
"You can't have everything." Logan informs, "because if you eat everything your stomach will start to ache, and you'll have uncontrollable vomiting." Logan consulted, Carlos gasps, and flips through the menu. I lift next to Logan. "Uncontrollable vomiting?" I whisper to Logan.
"I'm just joking...sort of." he whispers back, and I give him a weird look. Everyone all ordered their own drinks, and we ordered a large pepperoni pizza, and breadsticks. When the waitress left, we look at each other awkwardly. Lucy suddenly gets up, and goes somewhere.
"I wonder if she hates us?" Carlos questions,
"I don't think she does." I objected, and the waitress comes to us with our drinks.
"So, that's angry Lucy?" James points out. Logan, and I nod. "She doesn't seem that...rude-ish?"
"Believe me she was! She said that she despises guys like us." Carlos added,
"Guys like us?" the guys question,
"My question exactly." I spoke,
"I think she means popular boys like you guys or something?" Camille exclaims,
"But, we're not the cocky kind. Are we?" I raise my eyebrow in confusion.
"I bet she doesn't hate us. Maybe she just has that nervous personality. Like Camille, she hasn't spoken a word that much." Jo directs to Camille, who nodded in agreement. We hear footsteps, and we see Lucy returning from somewhere.
"Hey, I got a text from my brother, he said he needs the bike back so I'll see you guys later or something." she informed, and waved to us and headed to the parking lot. Without even thinking, I followed her.
"Kendall! Where you goin?" Jo asks me.
"Ah-home." I reply, and headed to the parking lot.
"Hey Lucy!" I call, and she turns to me. "I-I was thinking of heading home too. I just remembered I got some chemistry homework to do. Mind if I ride with you?" she gives me a weird look for a second.
"Sure? I'll drop you off." she accepts in a surprised voice.
"Nah, we can just drive to your house." then I paused myself, "That came out wrong."
"I could see." she notices,
"I meant we can drive to your house, and I'll just walk home. I mean it's only 5:20." I grin,
"Alright, let's go." she gestured her hands toward her and I race up to her.
I get on her bike, and we start to head to her house. I notice that her house was about a good 3-5 minutes away from PWHS. When we arrive at her house, I see a small tan-ish house. With a medium sized oak tree in front. She turns off her engine, and takes off her helmet.
"Well I'll see you tomorrow then?" I ask,
"Yeah," she murmurs, and I begin to walk towards the direction of the main road. I look back to see her already inside her house. I look back, and I feel a grin arch at the corner of my lips. What a weird day it was today.
Lucy's POV
I turn the doorknob to my house, and walk inside. My uneasiness of my body starts to kick in. I close the door behind me, and I see a dark figure coming towards me. I notice that the person was tall and muscular. It had slightly curly raven colored hair, and a pale complexion. I squint my eyes a bit to see the person, had dark hazel eyes, and I lower my fists. It was my brother, Hayden.
"Who was that?" he raises his eyebrow, "Looked to be a boy. Care to explain?"
"He was, nobody." I answer, as I kick off my combat boots, and move them to the side.
"Odd, I've never seen you with a friend since sophomore year," he added, as I toss him the keys to his motorbike, and he catches it with his right hand.
"Why are you wearing a leather jacket? It's like mid 80's today? Aren't you hot?" he questions, I stop in my tracks.
"I'm fine, Hayden. I'm going to my room." I answer, and walk to my room.
"Okay?" his voice confused, and I close the door before he could say anything else.
I take a glimpse of my room, completely empty. Boxes were piled on top of each other at the corner. A single mattress with sheets set on top of it. My eyes start to slowly close, as I make my way over to the mattress, and I fall into the soft comfort of my new bed, as I fall into my sleep.
I woke up in a classroom, which looked like my high school back at Atlanta. Mr. Simpson finishes his lecture, and the bell rings. Everyone disperses into the halls. The boy in front of my dark brown hair, muscular wearing a red and white leather jacket, turns around to face me. It was my boyfriend, Beau Daniels. Quarterback of the Milton Hawks, which was our school. Most gorgeous boy on campus. Never really understood why he would date me. He was king popular, and I was queen outcast.
"Hey babe." he smiles at me, and leans towards me and plants a soft, warm kiss on my lips. "Looks like you had a nice little name through the French Revolution."
"I was sleepy. I stayed up till midnight practicing on my violin. My parents are going overboard on me doing violin. I'm starting to get tired of it too." I complain, he giggles.
"When are you ever going to tell your parents that you hate the violin?"
"When pigs fly. I can't break it to them. They'll flip." I whisper to him. We start to get up, and make our way into the hallway. I feel his hand fold into mine, as we walk into the hallway.
"I was uh...going to ask you. If I could get the money you borrowed from me, the other day. I need it to pay for my car." he asks me, then I remember. I've been saving up money for my electric guitar.
"I'll pay it back to you next week, I promise" I smile, and kiss him on the cheek, and i make my way towards my next class.
I see my boyfriend talking amongst his friends, he sees me and walks angrily toward me. He grabs my wrist, and pulls me away from his friends. I drop my glasses on the floor, I resist from his grip to grab my glasses but, he walks over to it and smashes it. He continues to drag me. We wind up at the school swimming pool. It was empty, no one around except me and Beau, he lets go of my hand, and puts his hand on his forehead pacing.
"Where's my money!" he shouts at me. I look at him in the eyes, all red with angry and frustration.
"I still don't have it! My parents have been on their trip up in New York I told you Beau!" I whimper, but he still doesn't accept it, he pushes me, and I jolt backwards. I was at the edge of the pool.
"You're lying!" he yells, and pushes me once again.
"Beau, I promise I'm not!" I attempt to convince him but, still doesn't budge. He puts his hand on my shoulder, and I felt one last-
I jolt upward from my bed, I breathe heavily. I feel a drop of sweat trickle down my face. I take of my leather jacket, and set it on the mattress, and walk to bathroom. I flip the switch on, and look at myself in the mirror. I see my cuts on my right forearm, I run my left hand over the cuts, I feel the engravement under my fingertips. I examine the cut, there were too many to even count.
This is a link to a picture of the motorcycle I picture it to be.
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And this is a link to a picture of a decoration to their Prom idea.
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How I picture Lucy's older brother to be.
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