Ivory (Ivy) Law was born with the power of pyrokinesis. The ability to control fire. However, it has haunted her life in the worst way possible, she can't control it. No matter how hard she tries. Whenever she gets to upset, scared, nervous, frustra...
I cover my mouth, realizing what I said and what it meant. I feel myself getting worked up, heat radiating from my body. Suddenly, I feel a tight pair of arms wrap around me, my body going back to normal temperature as I hug back. I feel a head rest on mine.
"I love you too Ivy, call me crazy, I know we haven't known each other for long but I do. And I'm sick of pretending I don't."
We head back to the school, he walks me to my dorm, planting a kiss on my forehead before I close my door. I slide down it, sitting on the floor. A whirlpool of emotions going through my head. I did it, I actually did it, I told him I loved him. A day before the dance too, just my luck.
I begin to rummage through my suitcases to see if mom even packed me something prom worthy.
"Of course, I have nothing to wear. I wonder if Jericho has anything, I haven't used my freebie trip yet."
I head out my room to talk to the principal about my trip when I bumped into Bianca. "Oh, I'm sorry Bianca, I didn't see you there." I notice she's holding a bag in her hand.
"You're going to the dance, right? You have a dress?" She raises an eyebrow.
"Um no, actually I was just about to go and ask the principal if I could go to town today and get one. My mom didn't pack anything like that when she sent me here."
She puts the bag in front of me, a smile on her face. "Here, I saw it in Jericho and thought about you, I know Xavier will think you look beautiful in it." I take the bag and open it up, pulling out this absolutely beautiful dress. It was red and black with a corset torso with off the shoulder lace sleeves.
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"Oh my god, Bianca this is gorgeous but why did you get it for me? I thought you hated me."
"I don't hate you Ivy, I'm jealous of you, I mean I've never seen Xavier look at anyone the way he looks at you. He didn't even look at me like that we were together 2 semesters ago. You have truly caught his heart. I just hope that you plan on always being good to him." I see her tearing up, I pull her in for a hug. I know exactly how it feels to be in her position.
"I promise Bianca, I will treat him good. If I don't, find me and beat me up." We both giggle and give one last hug.
We head to my dorm together and decide to help each other get ready. She helps me lace up my dress and I help her with her sleeves. "What do you planned for your hair?" She asks me, finishing up her make up. I didn't give it much thought; I was just going to wear it down like always.
"Oh um, I don't know I just planned on wearing down like normal."
"Ivy, this is prom, you got to do something special to it. Come here, I'll help you."
A couple hours go by, and Bianca is finally done with my hair. My hair is wavy, and it's braided on one side with a small rose in the braid. There are little crystals throughout my hair, making it shine. I look myself in the mirror, I don't even recognize myself.
