Nico Vaughan, the junior class "Nice Girl" wants to be free from her abusive and obsessive ex-boyfriend.
Valen Henford, the school's resident "Rich Guy meets Bad Boy" wants to spend his senior year with the girl he's been in love with for years.
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"You are my blue crayon, The one I never Have enough of, The one I use To color my sky." (A.R.Asher).
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The party's theme is electric. I don't know about anyone else, but I do not own an article of clothing that can be deemed "electric."
Amber, however, does. Two short, tight dresses.
I suspect she's been prepared for this party for a long time. I'm glad, though, because I feel really unprepared.
And nervous as crap.
I can feel my heart's pounding rhythm coursing through my whole body as I watch Amber swing around my room with her dress. We haven't done hair, makeup, or put our dresses on yet. Amber seems too content humming along to the music she has playing and dancing around.
She's "getting in the mood," she tells me.
Amber sets the dresses on my bed—one a bright, electric blue and the other a bright neon pink—and skips to the bathroom, spraying her hair down and picking up the now hot curling iron.
"Okay, girl," Amber starts curling her hair, no-nonsense in her tone. "I need all the details about this Valen stuff. Spare none."
I walk to the bathroom and pull my hair into a high bun. Amber gives me a side look and mumbles about "hair before makeup," but that's never been my style.
I go on to inform her about what happened, briefly giving her a rundown of our conversation in the hall during break. I leave out the Hunter stuff because she already knows how he is and because I don't want to worry her with another situation. And I also don't want her to inform West.
"So, what's in it for him?" She questions suspiciously.
"I have to go to these balls and galas and stuff. And free tutoring," I sigh.
Amber rounds on me, staring at me through the mirror. I can smell the rant. "Nicolina. I know you aren't good in big crowds, but this is... galas, Nico. Balls. With big, floofy dresses."
Her eyes glow. "Oh, Nico. It's like out of a book. It's your own fairytale."
"No," I order. "Don't, please. It'll be with a lot of high society people."
Amber makes a face for a moment. We both can't forget our run-ins with those people in the city, and, sadly, we're always bound to have those run-ins. Rich people are everywhere.
