Quirks Of Being A Queen Bee ✔ COMPLETED ✔

Chapter Thirty

I sat on my desk, curling iron in one hand, the other holding hand holding the hair in place.

Right after I had left the hospital that day, I phoned Trevor and I told him that I just couldn't come to prom with him. As much as I loved him, I owed it to Alex, who I once loved just as much. He took it surprisingly well, and said he'd ask Heidi if she wanted to go as friends, given the current situation.

I breathed out as I recalled the event, looking at my reflection. I was so lucky to have someone like Trevor - who was so understanding.

Heidi had been terribly distraught by the news, too. She'd grown very fond of Alex, and despite their past and whatnot, he had grown to be someone that she considered as one of her very close friends. She'd agreed to go to prom with Trevor in a heartbeat, of course. Although they weren't as close, she told me she refused to spend the night being miserable. It wasn't something Alex would want to see.

Alex had been granted permission to be released from the hospital for a few days. He told me that he would be starting chemo next week.

"All my gorgeous hair is going to fall out! Dammit!" He joked when he had told me, and I cracked a feeble smile.

Why did bad things happen to good people?

I sighed, putting down the curling iron, and reaching for my makeup bag.

It was currently seven in the evening, and with prom starting at eight thirty, I didn't have a lot of time.

I started doing my makeup, taking my time in picking the perfect specific shades to match my dress. I ended up with smoky eyes, cherry lips and blue high heels to match my dress. I took a deep breath, as I saw Alex's car roll up in the driveway.

Just as I poked my head around my bedroom door, my dad made an appearance at the foot of the stairs.

"Hey, Ashley, I think that's Alex outsid-" he cut off his sentence as he saw me step out from the shadows. His eyes seemed to fill with pride as I slowly made my way down the stairs. It was like a scene from 'Cinderella'.

And I sure as hell felt like a princess.

"Oh, Ashley." His voice came out as nothing more than a whisper, and I swore I saw his eyes gloss over with tears, before he pulled me in for a bear hug. "You're growing up too fast." I laughed, wrapping my arms around my Dad.

"I'm still your little girl, Dad. I always will be."

He pulled back, smiling at me.

"You look just like your mother." He said, looking me straight in the eyes, but instead of the overwhelming sadness that would've overcome me a little while ago, I felt an odd sense of pride. I was proud to be my mother's daughter. I was proud to look like her. I was proud to be the memory of her that was left.

And as much as it hurt to think of her being gone, my heart would never stop loving her. And realising that was all a part of letting go.

"Thank you, Dad." I smiled. He laughed, wiping his eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Forgive me for being the typical overemotional father." I giggled, and he offered me his arm. "Come on, I'll walk you to the door.

I opened the door, and sure enough, Alex had his head poked out the window of his car, beaming. His smile was as bright as a thousand suns, and it took my breath away, but in a completely different way than how it used to.

He was dressed in a classic tux and sported a trendy black tie. His hair was styled, and he slightly remembered a young James Franco. He waved, looking like the happiest man on the planet.