Falling For Fiction

Chapter 6

A/N: dedicated to xribbonx for liking this book thus far and I hope she continues to enjoy it!

Chapter 6

"I don't think I can do this," I told Torqouis

My back was pressed against the sink and my hands nervously tugged at the black dress she made me wear. It barely passed the school dress code, but at least the black tights underneath it made me feel a little bit better, yet not well enough to go through with the plan. My eyes felt ichy from the thick eyeliner and I felt like a white, skinny, less-attractive version of Beyonce in her Single Ladies music video. Okay, so maybe comparing myself to Beyonce was a bit far-fetched.

She finished sweeping blush onto my cheeks and placed her hands on the side of my face, her fake nails pressing into my skin. "Relax sweet cheeks, all new girls have to go through some form of initation and since you're my 'little sister', you have to serenade your crush."

This whole 'little sister" thing was a bunch of crap. Torqouise was in the same grade as me, but she was considered a superior because it was her second year in the Bogasettes. She was also a favorite among the club seniors. But I had to give her the benefit of the doubt. if you're named after a color, you would want someone tot ake you seriously.

"B-but, but--"

"Do you want to be a part of this club or not?" Her voice was firm.

Freshman year, I failed to shape my persona into an outgoing socialite. But this year, I decided to make an effort. I figred that joining a social club such as this, would be a great oppourtunity, but I didn't think they would put me through something as embarassing as this. Why couldn't I get a task like Margeret Jennings, who only had to come to school dressed as Smurfette?

"Of course I want to join," I whispered.

"Then ignore your thoughts and go out there with confidence." she said, patting my shoulders. "The girls and I will be right behind you, so remember your'e not doing this alone."

I refrained from scoffing as a remark. I'm still going to be alone. What if Devon takes it the wrong way? What if I vomit in the middle of the cafeteria? I wrapped my arms around my stomach, to hold it all in.

Instead of thinking negative, I focused on manuevering my stilletos across the linoleum floor as we made our way out of the girl's bathroom and to the cafeteria. I ignored the stares and chuckles from onlookers and I was grateful that Torqoiuse caught me when I nearly fell over twice. The humdrum of the kids in the Commons buzzed in my ears, but I could only concentrate on one person.

Devon.

He sat at one of the tables away from the rest of the cafeteria, taking up money from kids who wanted to pay their class dues. Even then hewas a Student Council member. One of the girls in the sororiety directed me to get in the center of the cafeteria and I balled my hands at my side to keep myself from shaking.

Dear God, please expedite this test and help me leave here feeling, like I still obtain some of my dignity.

The microphone screeched as it was being turned on, causing me to wince and I listened as Torqouise called everyone to attention.

"Hey everybody, I'm Torqouise Adkins and the Bogesettes and I, have a surprise for you this lunch period. My protege, Guinevere Padgette-- wave your hand Guinevere-- is going to serenade her special someone."

She winked at Devon, but he was pretending to shuffle some papers. He glanced at me and it took everything within me, not to hyperventilate. She started the music and someone handed me a microphone.

The song began, Can't help it. The girl can't help it.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Just pretend you're really Beyonce, seductiveness and all. I told myself. I opened my eyes and strutted towards Devon. He watched me with chargrine as he realized I was approaching him.

"First time, when I saw your eyes, boy you looked right through me. Mmm-mm" My voice was shaky at first, but I willed myself to continue. Torqouise dragged his chair out from under the table and I wrapped my arm around his shoulder, leaning close to his ear, as I continued to sing.

The girls, who were standing with me in the middle, did their ridiculous dance moves when I hit the chorus. As I was singing , I continued to hang off of Devon like a drunk girl at a party. I felt his skin flush against me. But I had to keep going because I promised I would.

At one point, I tripped over my stilettos and landed in his lap. But I give a shy smile and pretended it was part of the act. Devon's face is telling me to stop, but this was the part where I had to confess my feelings to him.

"You know this isn't the first time this has happened to me." i told the audiencr, as I sat in his lap. "This, 'falling for your best friend,' type thing." I turned to Devon. "I like nerdy guys and I figured it wouldn't be long before you discovered my feelings. You're the only person who treats me with kindness when everyone else makes me feel alone. So that's why, the love bug came up to bite me."

Devon kept opening and closing his mouth as a response, too shocked to say anything. But as we're beginning the chorus again, he finds his voice.

"NO!" He yelled. He pushed me out of his lap and I hit the floor, hard. I dropped the mic and it screeched as it landed. The music stopped and the whole cafeteria got quiet. it was one of those moments you expect to see in a movie.

I tried to defend my actions. "D-devon it's a jo--"

"You think I can ever like someone like you?" he spat. " I was just being nice and you repay me like this?"

I cringed at his words. "I-it's not."

"Just stay away from me!"

He ran out the cafeteria and my vision blurred as tears began to spill over. Someone helped me off the floor and I tried to make my escape. I fell again,causing everyone to laugh and I resorted to ripping the shoes off my feet before hiding in the bathroom. This could have been avoided if I chose some other victim rather than my best friend, but I chose to be honest with my feelings.

It was my mistake to even think he would have a sense of humor about this. Yet, it wasn't like I could have told him what was going to happen. I leaned against a stall and buried my face in my hands. My only hope was that he could forgive me one day.

***

"To this day I can't even stand to listen to Fergie or the Black Eyed peas." I tell Sage at the end of my story.

Her lip quivers and I know she wants to laugh so bad. "Is the video on YouTube?"

I narrow my eyes at her. " Wow, thanks for being sensitive to my feelings."

She laughs. "I was just joking with you, but I can understand Devon's feelings--don't worry, I'm not taking his side because it's clear you ended up on the rougher side of the deal." She taps her black laquered nails against the granite table before finally saying, "I'll help you."

A huge grin spreads across my face and I hold the edge of my seat, to restrain myself from attacking her in a hug. "You won't regret this." I tell her.

She quick to interject, "But it's not like they're going to pick me anyway and if they make me wear a dress with sequins, so help me--"

"I'll do all I can to keep you from sharing my fate."

She gives me a small smile. "You better or else you will have far worse things to look out for than Devon Hoffman."

Ah, threats: the sign of true companionship.

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A/N: I don't have Word, so please excuse me if there are any errors here and let me know of any you see. Anyway, this song fits perfectly with what happened between Devon and Guine, don't you think? Moreover, it's also the song that made me fall in love with Paramore. Anywho, enjoy the chapter and don't forget to vote and/or comment if you like it!