Following The Stars (UNDER MAJOR CONSTRUCTION!)

Chapter Twenty Two

I'm pacing back and forth in my room, running my hand through my long brown hair.

I should go, but then why should I go? But Tomas will be there. But then he can apologize to me. But I don't trust him anymore. Shut up Mia. Stop talking to yourself. You're going crazy.

I stop pacing and just stare at a wall, thinking what to do. I see my beautiful light blue chiffon dress, on my bed, laid out for me to wear.

I see myself having a great time at homecoming, dancing with my friends, taking many group photos, but the only thing that dents my fantasy, is that Tomas is going to be there.

Why should I be worried about him? I'm there to have a good time. Now is not the time to worry about Tomas.

I should just go out and have fun.

Be a little flirty.

Be a little dangerous.

Be a little party girl.

Let it out.

Lets be crazy.

Lets be bold.

I put my dress on, and I head towards my table with my make up. I put on dark eyeliner, with dark red lipstick with gloss, and some sparkly eye shadow. I turn to my full length mirror and I see my hair is disheveled. I turn to brush it and and start to curl it just slightly.

One hour passes and I finish all my preparations for homecoming. I sneak a look at myself in the full length mirror once again. I see a confident girl, someone who isn't broken inside, a girl who just wants to have some fun.

I wasn't the same girl as I was before I moved here.

I look out my window to see Tomas looking at my window. Thank the Gods that I have curtains. I can see him but he can't see me.

He looks hot. Extremely hot. Like smoking hot.

I feel like he can see me eye raping him through the curtains. But I quickly blush and look at the floor.

Hes going to have a lot of girls throwing themselves towards him. But he chose me over them, a few weeks ago. He is freaking hot, girls are going to go crazy if they see him...

My trail of thoughts stop when my phone pings with a new text message.

Please come. I'm begging you. Remember, I love you.
-Tomas

Oh my God. He just said he loved me.

My throat starts to tense up. My fingers start to shake, and I slowly sit on the edge of my bed.

I re-read the text message over and over again, until I can memorize it backwards.

Its time and I head to the school wearing my blue dress.

I place my hand on the door handle, let out a small breath, and flatten out my wrinkles on my dress.

Then I push open the door to the school gym.

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