chapter 3

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betty

james will be here in about 10 minutes. i'm just finishing up some final touches.

i apply my second coat of mascara and walk over to my full length mirror to see how i look.

i went with a simple dress considering the lack of preparation and just did my hair a little extra and some more makeup than usual.

i turn toward the window when i hear a car. i head downstairs knowing it's james. i think tonight will be fun.

i hear the doorbell ring and excitedly run to the door. usually my parents would be here for this and take all these pictures of us but they are at a soccer game for my little brother.

i open the door and i gaze at how he looks in a suit. i always knew he was attractive i mean look at him. i'm not blind. but man i didn't realize he could get any better.

his sharp jawline is more defined by his suit being on his neck. his usually messy hair now has a little more form too it. still pretty messy though. but that's how i like it.

i can't help but stare but when i look in his eyes my smile falters. why does he look so upset. maybe he really didn't want to do this.

"hey betty, these are for you." he says in a monotone voice and hands me these beautiful flowers.

they really were beautiful. it was thoughtful of him to actually get me these especially when i told him not to worry about it. but i can't help but worry about making him do this.

"oh my gosh thank you so much. you look handsome." i respond with a smile.

"you look gorgeous betty." he responds with a smile. "should we go put these in water?" he continues.

"oh yes. come with me."

"i wasn't sure what ones you would like so i hope these are good." he lets out

he's always been so thoughtful. i can't help but gush a little at how adorable he can be.

"i love them. they are beautiful. thank you so much. again. and for all of this not just the flowers. thanks for doing this with me." i explain

"of course betty. you know i love you." he responds simply

i step towards him and go on my tippy toes and kiss him. he kisses me back but i can't help but feel the distance in is attitude.

we set the flowers in a jar of water and set them on the counter.

"should we get going?" he says

"yep let's go." i respond

he takes my hand and walks me toward the door. i stare at him but he doesn't notice. i hope he's okay.

we get outside and he opens the car door for me and i hop in as he shuts the door behind me.

i buckle up and turn towards him as he gets in.

we get to the school and i send inez a text.

hey we're here! wya??

hopefully she responds soon.

i put my phone away and we walk towards the ticket booth to buy some tickets. i grab my school ID and go to grab some cash but james stops me.

"no it's ok i got it babe." he rushes out

"thanks." is all i say.

i show the ticket lady my ID and so does he. as i put the ID away i see a response from inez.

meet us by the bleachers on the south side! i can't wait to see you i bet you look hot 😍😍

i laugh and send her a thumbs up.

"hey let's go find inez and dylan." i tell james as i grab his hand and he nods.

we find them pretty quickly.

"Inez! you look amazing!" i yell out as we walk up

"says the one! ahh look at you! i'm obsessed." inez yells back

"let's take pictures!" i say

"yes please!" inez responds

we take about a million pictures and start to just hangout.

we run into our friends vanessa and jason and talk for a bit. i walk away when i notice dylan and james awkwardly standing in the corner.

"wanna dance?" i ask james in a playful tone.

"maybe later." he responds in a rough tone.

"let's go betty!" dylan says

i look at james one more time with a questioning look but he just stares at his shoes. dylan takes my hand and we walk towards the dance floor.

"that was weird." dylan states

he is not wrong. what did i do wrong? why is he so mad?

"i don't know what happened." i say quietly

"don't worry about him. just have fun. this should be fun!" he try's to cheer me up.

he's right. i have one day of school left and i'm
not starting summer on a bad note.

"you're right." i respond trying to force some happiness.

we start dancing to the fun songs that are playing jumping around and having fun. the song stops and the next one comes on.

i hear the music start and realize it is my favorite song ever.

"uh oh it's a slow song!" dylan says in a teasing tone

"um it's not just any slow song this is my favorite song of all time! come here let's dance!" i practically jump from excitement

"ok ok!" dylan responds






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