The Challenge

Epilogue...

yolo peeps! this book is dedicated to my amazing friend Alyssa aka Muxiqal Girl (if i've spelled it right?) She voted on EVERY SINGLE chapter of my story! like wow! 

anyways check out her stories but don't abandon mine! 

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Chris looked at me with cold eyes.

"Ali? Does this have to do with the dance? Because dances are a silly tradition that happens every half a year and end of the year. Girls fret over every single one and boys go with girls that they don't even like. It is a meaningless and useless tradition at our school."

"Uh...no?" I stammered.

"Good."

What?

He looked at me."Because I have absolute zero intention of going to the dance with you."

I kinda gaped at him, but quickly regained my composure. "Um..." I said with a shaky voice. "I know, "

HE PROBABLY KNOWS YOU DON'T!

I'm not too good at acting in these cases...

Blinking back tears, I turned around, heading back home. The sky was already dark but I knew the way home by heart. Everything was perfect tonight. The sky was clear, littered with hundreds and thousands of shimmering stars. We were having my favorite dinner tonight, and mom was getting me a toy poodle, and room redecorated. How many other things would I request

I was the only thing wrong. And Chris. We. That word bothered me a lot. Were we something? Did he even love me? Or was this just...just for the challenge? My first kiss, the cheesy and cute proposal in the cafeteria, or even...even us becoming friends? It took me every ounce of energy to mask my feelings, or even walking. 

For years when all my friends,and classmates started forming couples, I held back, afraid of being hurt. And now, I've finally fell into the trap. 

Focusing on putting one foot in front of another, I barely made 10 steps when Chris called me. I put on a braver face. "Ugh! What do you want now? I'm late for dinner!"

"Alice?"

Ok... formal names now?

"Yeah..." I asked

"Would you care to join me on skipping the dance?"

"Um... yeah sure..." seeing that I wouldn't get a satisfying date anyways.

"and..."

He tilted his head playfully.

"Do you want to get pizza and watch The Minions?"

A smile formed on my face. I did not see that coming. 

"Oh," he said as if reading my mind. "I had to get you back somehow for my proposal. Am I not amazing?" 

I rolled my eyes. 

"I just want to say...Chris, what an interesting choice of movies..." 

"Do you have a problem with it?"

"Yes."

And we continued our banter, like always.

Ah, the good ol' days... [smiles thoughtfully like the old people in movies (:]

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That Friday, everything went as planned. I helped put up balloons, and help the girls get everything ready, making sure every hair was in place, every face perfect. I felt totally underdressed surrounded by girls expensive dresses and me wearing just a hoodie, jeans and a year old pair of Vans. But it was  for a good cause right? 

I spotted Chris right away, sticking out like a sore thumb with his worn out T-shirt and Airmaxes. I waved and he grinned, motioning at the cab he called. 

Laughing in the car with him, I finally understood what Chris meant. While all those girls went out with fake boyfriends, fake extensions or eyelashes, what Chris and I had was real.

whoo lame ending whoops. but o well. does anyone have a good non-cliche idea? I don't . so please help! I'm so sad this is over cuz...it's disappointing but hopefully i'll have something better in the future. For now, bye!

toodles!

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