ELARA CHARLENE BRADLEY 18 years old. Elara is an outstanding student, she's very smart, pretty, and kind. I guess you could call her 'kind of popular', but she liked her life behind the shadow.
LUCAS LUCIANO 20 years old. Lucas is the well known hot...
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Elara "Are you alright, Elle?" I snap out of my trance. I take out my airpod, and coincidentally lock eyes with.. Lucas.
I quickly look away, and focus on Scarlett. "Yeah.." I answer, burying my head into my arms on the cafeteria table.
Another week had passed, and it had been a month.. since me and Lucas last spoke to each other.
"I have to go." A dark voice echoes. It's him. I know it's him. I sigh taking out my airpods. "Let's go home. I'm tired." I say to the girls. They look at each other, before nodding.
They smirk at each other making me raise an eyebrow. I look at them strangely, as they begun to text someone on their phones.
Just then, they drag me somewhere smiling at me. I give them a confused look, as they drag me to the school's stdio.
This studio was where the school ambassadors shooted. As we enter, I lock eyes with him.
I widen my eyes, immediately turning away, about to walk out, when the girls drag me back.
There was darkish warm lighting, and a dim lightbulb was hung in the middle of the room.
Scarlett whispered something to the director making her nod. "So, the two of you will be filming a teaser for the homecoming prom. You two will be dancing!" The director cheers.
I roll my eyes, as the stylist comes and drags the both of us to the changing room.
The assistant gave us our outfits, and pushes us into the bathroom. I enter the stall locking it.
Fuck. Nothing's worse than dancing with him. Even worse... It's slow dancing. The romantic type of dancing for the not so romantic types of people..?!
I sigh putting on the dress. I glance at myself in the mirror. I didn't look too bad in this actually..
It was a gold colored satin dress that reached my shins, it had a draped neck, and it was backless with ribbons to tie it off. They also gave me a pair of gold colored heels to match the vibe of it.
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Once I was ready, I went back to the changing rooms. The assistants smiled at me.
We hear a creaking sound, before snapping our heads to it. I raked my eyes up and down his body...
He was wearing a black button up long sleeve shirt, that hugged his muscles perfectly. The sleeves were rolled just above his elbows, to showcase his veiny arms. And he was wearing a pair of black slacks to match.
He ran a hand through his brown hair, making it fluffy, and messy. It suited him.
After I realized I was staring at him, I quickly snap my head away. The stylist, styled my hair into a messy princess braid bun, and added jewelry.
"You look amazing, elara." The assistant praised me. "Thanks to you, and the stylist." I chuckle, making her join in.
"Everyone!! It's time to shoot!!" Oh, boy.
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