Falling For My Fake Boyfriend

30. Prom

*before we start, i would like to apologise for my huge absence in not updating! there's really no excuse or valid reason for why i haven't updated it and im so sorry to keep you waiting for so long! i was wondering if i should even continue my story but i've gotten quite a bit of comments saying to update so here it is! again, so sorry for the long wait! (also important note at the end) *

Not to be stereotypical or anything, but I didn't care for the girly girl type of girls who are only focused on their appearance, and when it comes to prom, those girls will do anything and bypass anyone to win queen. I find that so ridiculous and to be quite honest I find prom to be ridiculous as well. You spend thousands of dollars on a dress you'll only wear once, makeup that will be washed off at the end of the day, and hair that will mostly become frizzy before the night has even begun to get started.

Don't even get me started on prom queen. It sounds harmless right? Maybe at some schools, but mine; it turns into a petty competition and actually destroys friendships/relationships. To me, it's basically a competition on who's the most prettiest and popular girl in the school. The best thing is, the school board picks the nominees so you already know that it's only going to the be girls who's parents contributed the most money to the school.

I'd much rather sit home with a pizza for myself and watch The Vampire Diaries wishing that I had a Stefan and Damon in my life, but I kind of have to go. It's somewhat a tradition for all the women in my family to wear the same dress, but modernized for each generation, and win prom queen. 

I hate to be the one to break the tradition, considering that I'm never ever ever ever ever going to win prom queen, but the least I could do is show up, wear the dress and hope that there will be some decent food there.

On other hands, I haven't talked to Mark since we kissed and I haven't talked to Tristan since I might've told him I have slight feelings. Trust me, if I could give up on boys in general, I would do it in a heartbeat, but I'm afraid I'm in too deep now.

"You ready to leave?" Liz asked me, interrupting me from my thoughts.

"Let's just get this over with," I groaned and followed her out to her car.

It was time to make a lot of adjustments to my mine, or my mums prom dress, and I just couldn't wait!!

We got to the small but cute boutique and I instantly regretted the negatives thoughts that came into my head when I saw my mums prom dress.

I have to admit, the fabric wasn't a bad colour, but it wasn't necessarily pretty. Right below the bust line, a huge skirt just poofed out making it look like a pink birds nest with a horribly placed flowers just sitting awkwardly in a line.

To me, it looked like there was no way of saving this dress, but I sucked it up, and proceeded to do the fittings and all that fun stuff!

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For the next three days I just sat wondering and eating, which is honestly a pretty average day in my life but I was more on edge than usual.

My dress was supposed to come yesterday, since prom is tonight and Liz is right now probably yelling at every single person in that store for being a day late, while I am sitting with professionally done makeup/hair wondering if I should just blow off prom. On the other hand, I have no calls, no texts, just nothing from Tristan and Mark. That's exactly what I should want right? But of course being my needy self a big part of me wishes that either of them would just call.

A frazzled Liz suddenly barged through the door carrying my dress that was sealed up and I immediately grabbed it from her.

"Those fuckers were a day late and if they think that I'm not hesitating to sue them, boy do they have a big storm coming," she huffed as a I looked at her for approval to open my dress.

"Open it! It looks stunning!" she exclaimed and I unzipped and was shocked.

It was absolutely beautiful. The fabric must've been dyed because it is now more of a pastel pink, with the whole "birds nest" chopped down to a thin and elegant shape. The flowers were thankfully removed the and the back was almost completely bare.

"Liz I'm speech-"

"Even though I would love to hear you talk about how great I am for doing this and finding this place, you're going to miss the 'fashionably late' stage and go to 'embarrassingly late,' so slip it on!" she ordered in her same tough, but loving voice.

I just smiled at her silently thanking her for all that she's done for me and quickly slipped into it, and let me tell you, as beautiful as it looks on the hanger and its ten times more gorgeous on.

I actually felt pretty for once, which is kind of a big deal to me. Even though a lot of days I tend to feel and look more uglier than usual, I'm average. I'm not someone you want to look at, I'm not someone interesting or mysterious, I'm just plain and boring and I blend in. Don't get me wrong, it's great most of the times but it just feels good to actually look in the mirror and feel like you're worth it.

After way too many pictures, it was time. Liz looked at me with a teary smile and it broke my heart because I wonder what I did to deserve to have someone like her look after me, guide me and basically be a mother to me.

"She's so proud of you," Liz whispered hugging me tightly and I really needed to hear those words.

I absolutely hate when people say that my mother would be this, and if only she could be here. Although she may not be physically on this planet with me, she's still with me, and to me it's almost the same thing.

"Now be safe, don't drink and drive, and try not to have too much fun!" she sarcastically added, pulling herself together.

"Liz I can't even begin to thank y-"

"Like I said were saving the talk where you brag about how I great I am when you get home, but right now get yourself that prom!" she said ushering me into my car.

I couldn't argue with her so I obeyed, got in my car, and immediately felt my stomach tie into knots. But I'm doing this for mum, so I slammed my foot down on the gas and got to my school in a matter of minutes.

I could literally just hear all the fun everyone else must be having even from sitting in my car but I sucked it up and walked in.

Before you start, the answer is no. The whole
room did not go silent, there wasn't a sudden pathway for me to walk through, and the whole twelfth grade definitely was not staring at me. It quite the opposite of how they make out prom to be in movies.

No one really notices, and I guess that high school summed out for you. My eyes scanned over everything, to the cheap décour, to the pretty girls with their dates and the horrible DJ but my eyes only find one thing.

It was him, and boy, did he look good in a suit...

*once again i apologise for it being late and for it not really being interesting at all but something is coming! first off, if you noticed i put a picture at the top and the dress to the left was Bella's mums old prom dress and to the right is the transformed one! i know it's a bit of a stretch but it's for the story's sake :) ONE MORE THING! i would like you to comment who you think him is, then comment who you want it to be! thank you so much for sticking with me all this time! much love! xx*