'Till The End of The Line

Chapter 2

Memory

I stood fumbling with the front of my dress in the living room  of our home. I look over at Steve and sigh, "you don't have to wait for  me Stevie. Marcus will be here soon. I'm sure of it." 

   My brother shook his head from his spot on the couch, "I'm not leaving you, especially if Marcus decides to stand you up."

   I was asked to prom by one of the jocks at school. He was a  gorgeous blonde. He was one the wide receivers for the football team;  while I was only a meaningless cheerleader to most. Heck, half the squad  didn't even recognize me. I look down at my black dress. It hugged my  hips perfectly, flowing out as it went to my toes. Hugging my breast  perfectly, showing just enough cleavage, but not too much. Just enough  to still be modest. My hair was curled perfectly and cascaded down my  back.

   I fumble with my hands and look at the clock. He said he'd be  here thirty minutes ago. I sigh and walk over to the phone. I pick up  the phone and dial Marcus' home phone. His mother answers, "hello?"

   "Hi Mrs. Henderson, is Marcus still there?" I ask softly. She  speaks slowly; "no he left about an hour ago to pick up Claire to go to  prom. Would you like me to leave him a message?"

   "No, no that is quite okay," I say softly. I hang up and look  down. I make my way towards my bedroom and sit down on my bed. Trying  not to cry. I wasn't going to cry over the asshole. I was stupid to  believe that he would actually want to take me to prom. 

   "Get up doll, we're going to prom," I hear from the doorway. I look up and see Bucky. I look at him sighing softly, "oh Bucky.  It's okay. I don't really feel like going." He walks over and takes my  hand, "we are going dancing, love. Now where is your purse? We have  dancing to do."

   I sigh and stand up with his help. He looked handsome in his black tuxedo, "I thought you were going with someone already?"

   "I was," he said softly and scratched the back of his neck. "Claire kind of stood me up."

   I grabbed his hand again, that little bitch. I wanted to punch  her in the face now. I look up at Bucky,  "Wait, you were supposed to go  with Claire?"

   He nods, looking down at our hands then back at me, "why?"

   "That bitch," I say softly and lean up and kiss his cheek lightly. "I'm sorry James...let's go have fun?"

   He blushes at me, "yeah, let's. Your brother is waiting downstairs for us."

   I squeeze his hand, "promise me something though, James?"

   He nods, "anything for you, Skylar."

   "Make tonight the best night of our senior year, please?" I ask softly. "Don't let Marcus make me feel like an idiot."

   He nods, "promise."

   I grab my clutch for the night and we walked down the stairs  hand in hand. Steve holds up a box. Bucky takes it, "thanks for holding  that for me." I look at the small box and he opens it and places the  rose corsage on my wrist, "for my special lady of the night." 

   We walked out the door and Bucky hurried and opened the  passenger side door to his car for me. He helps me sit down, he helps  get my dress into the car, and then hurries to get in the driver seat as  Steve gets in the back. I look back at him and he smiles at me. 

   We arrived at our prom and the music was loud. Bucky places a  hand on my waist and leans down whispering in my ear, "whenever you want  to leave, doll, we can leave."