Invisible

Halloween Party

Celestia's POV

I smiled as I walked down from the Main Hall stairs. All eyes were in me, and I was proud for that.

My hair was dyed red, my ice blue contact lenses and red gown made me look like America. My hip jutted confidently to the side as if no one was watching.

"Hey, girl!" Dominique bounded over towards me. She dressed as Hermione Granger, a Harry Potter character. I could see Kiki, in her Tris Prior attire, talking with Niall, who was apparently Tobias Eaton, very gleefully.

So many matching couples.

"Hi, Dom." I greeted her, but I wasn't concentrating. My eyes never left the stairs, and all the confidence drained from me as a male made his way down.
He was wearing a crisp, very neat suit, his hair was blonde and cropped real neatly, his eyes were chocolate brown, and it wasn't contact lenses.

I immediately knew who this guy dressed as.

"He-he dressed as-" Dominique stuttered, and I just had to cut her off, "Maxon Schreave." I gave a light whisper.

He went to me, and I went back to my usual confident pose; my arm found its way to my hip, it jutted out to the side, I stood with a strangely calm and elegant manner.

Confidence trailed down my steps.

Who knew, dressing like America made me feel like her too.

A hand tapped my shoulder, and I spun around, to find the guy dressed as Maxon right behind me.

"Celestia." His voice was cool and confident, and strangely stoic. But, for the sakes of the arguments I had with him, I immediately knew.

"Matthew Jones." I said, my voice full of distate.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, shall we?" I said cooly, my hand still on my hip.

"You're Maxon, I'm America, its a coincidence." His eyes were as cool as mine, even though its warm brown made it warmer.

"Of course," he said, and the slow music started.

"Shall we dance?" He asked, suddenly gentlemanly and bowing down.

I almost snorted, but I remembered I had dressed as a lady, and a queen, so I giggled instead.

"Shall?" I asked, the giggles lacing.

"It is part of my education."

I looked at him, my eyes wide. "You read the series?" I gasped. "I do." He said smugly, losing all the manners he used.

"And, you look drop dead gorgeous today." He complimented, and I tried my best not to blush.

"One can never help being born into perfection!" I said brightly, and we both laughed. Noticing his figure was still bended and his hand asking me to dance, I smiled.

"We shall." I said, and accepted his hand.

The hours went like a breeze. The couples were either home, or kissing in the storage room. I walked with Matthew towards an empty classroom, and he just dragged me in.

I glared at him.

"And why on earth did you bring me here?" I snapped. He just cornered me, and without a word, crashed his lips to mine.

At first, I stiffened, I didn't respond.

But there was a fire inside of me when he kissed me; something I didn't have while Christopher kissed me.

Barely sane, I kissed back.

The kiss trailed over and over, and when he pulled away, he gave me a smirk. "That's what I like about you, princess, you turn me on."

I was thanking God I didn't wear mascara.

Anger blinded inside of me, I was furious. He used me, to 'turn him on'?

I kneed him on the groin.

Literally.

He groaned.

"FUCK YOU, MATTHEW JONES!" I yelled, before fleeing in tears.

I bumped into a figure, to see I crashed to Charlotte, who looked shocked at my tears.

"Celestia, what happened?" She asked gently. Charlotte wasn't my enemy anymore, but we just rarely talked.

"I-is it bad that I still love Matthew after everything he did to me?" I wept on her shoulder, and she peacefully brought me to sit on the bench, patting my back.

"Shhh, Cel, shh.." She whispered on my ear, and I felt soothed.

But the tears still flowed.

"Is it so bad that I still want him? When we kissed, he told me it 'turned him on'! I felt used.. I felt pathetic," I cried, and she just whispered things to my ear, like 'it's gonna be alright' or 'stay strong'.

But nothing of that case helped me.

"He was my first crush," I said, and took a deep breath and unattached myself from Charlotte, who looked at me with sympathy.

"My first love."

Love.

Hearing that word makes all the pain appear again. Matthew had always been a Playboy. I didn't know how many girls he got in bed or kissed while we were dating.

And I didn't know at all how did he make so many girls fall for him, so deeply when attached yet so painfully when separated.

But Charlotte's eyes went wide, she looked like she was bursting in fear, like she saw a ghost.

I followed her eyes, to see Matthew, with another girl. His hands were tightly pressed against her back, and she ran his hands through his hair.

As silly as it sounded like, I wished that girl was me.

I felt myself fade.

I got hurt again.

A car honked and the window opened. A man, around my age waved at Charlotte, and she just nodded. Turning to me, she smiled sympathetically.

"Don't get that bastard let you down." She advised, and gave me a small smile.

"You're worth millions of boys, if he doesn't see it that way, it means he isn't worthy of you." Then, she looked at me with a stern stare.

"And don't cut. Okay?"

I sniffled and wiped my tears.

"I'll try," I said weakly, and she gave me a small wave and ran towards the car.

Matthew, oh Matthew, why did you always have to hurt me?

I felt my tears drying, and I gave myself a pat on the back. Not literally, of course.

Its time to make a one-way trip to the other world.

Third Person POV

And, in her pure sadness, she didn't notice a brunette video everything that happened, since the empty classroom, and the time at the fountain.