Hanah's P.O.V.
"Hanah, you have to hurry up or we're gonna be late," yelled Harper from the hallway.
"I don't even wanna go," I whined. I hate it when Harper forces me to go to the dances held at our school. I especially hate it when she forces me to dress up. I looked like a glass of grape soda had thrown up all over me in the dress my best friend picked out.
"Well, you're going now that you're already dressed," Harper said as if she were talking to a small child. I stuck my tongue out at her childishly, and she smirked.
"You look amazing Hanah. You always do. So let's get going already!" she yelled dramatically. I laughed at Harper's antics. She is the biggest drama queen. That's why I love her.
I took one last look in the mirror. The dress Harper picked out for me contrasted with my long pitch black hair, and it was way to tight for me. I don't believe in starving yourself for looks, so I have a bit more curves than some girls. Harper is always telling me I'm beautiful, but she's my best friend so I think she is exaggerating. She had done my makeup earlier, so now my icy blue eyes were lined with black. I sighed and followed Harper out the door. While we walked down the hallway of the girl dormitory, I thought about my crazily pretentious school. Sometimes I hate going here.
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"Harper, I don't even see why you like dances," I whined loudly. Harper looked at me like I was crazy.
"Silentaire dances aren't about dancing," she said. "They're about gossip!" Then she turned back to the girl she had been talking to. I sighed. Silentaire Academy is the boarding school Harper and I have attended since the ninth grade. It is a huge, castle like building out in the middle of nowhere, Pennsylvania. Harper is my roommate, and she is always going on about how I should be more social. It's not that I don't like Silentaire, I just like to focus on getting out of here. Everyone else thinks I'm being uptight, but all of my grandmother's savings had gone toward getting me into the best school in America. I have to get a scholarship if I want to do anything with my life after I get out of here.
"Hanah," Harper snapped me back to reality. "You have that look."
"What look?" I questioned indignantly.
"The 'I'm thinking way to hard' look," she said with a smile. "Loosen up a little."
"Ugh. I hate it when you're right," I admitted. She smiled at me and held her hand out. I looked at her, confused.
"If you want to dance let's dance," she told me. I smiled and let my best friend pull me out ontonto the dance floor. We danced our hearts out for a while, until Harper pulled me off the floor.
"What?" I asked, still out of breath.
"There's some guy staring at you," she whispered. Then she pointed behind her, and I saw him. The first thing I noticed were his eyes. The most amazing eyes I have ever seen were staring at me from across the room. They were silvery gray, and I loved them. Then I saw the rest of him. He had longish dark brown hair that was slightly curled at the ends. He was tall, about 4 inches above my 5'4. He had ruby red lips and a regal face. He looked like a prince. He was built like a swimmer. He was the cliche tall, dark, and handsome guy, but he had something different. He had something darker. And for some reason, I wanted to find out what it was.
(A/N-Hey people! If you are reading this book you are the best person ever! This is the first book I have ever written so go easy on me! I am totally open to constructive criticism so comment please! And sorry if it is a little short it will get much longer!)
