Chasing Cinderella (Book one of the Cinderella Series) (Completed)

Chapter 37 (Edited)

A/N: Countdown of chapters (including epilogue): 3 chapters left

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For two weeks, Dean's and I relationship was great, and I couldn't imagine a life without him by my side. He had been so understanding and helped me start fix my broken heart, even though there had been so much damage.

But, that scared me. It scared me how fast and hard I had fallen for him, leaving me to wonder how I would be able to piece myself back together after, well when, well... if, we break up.

Dean understood and took things slow with me. I knew that he was afraid that I would start to run if I didn't like something. He made sure that I was happy.

And the strange thing was, Bax and Carter got together. It was Carter who figured out that his "Cinderella" was my friend just because of the eyeshadow that she had chosen to wear the day that I had "told" Dean.

It was why Carter had been cautious with me, trying to get me to tell him later that I was his Cinderella. He was just looking after both of us, and I couldn't help but be grateful and wished that he had told me sooner.

And, speaking of Bax. That lil' rascal told Dean all of my favorite things, from my favorite flower to my favorite food. She didn't let me have the time to tell him this stuff, claiming that she was just looking after her best friend.

I got back at her and told Carter all her favorite things with her standing right there. I kept dancing away when she tried to cover my mouth.

The only reason I stopped was when Bax started to tell embarrassing stories of mine when I was younger. I just, simply, glared and started to tell embarrassing stories about her when she was younger as well, seeing as most of the embarrassing stuff we did was together.

We would've wrestled right there and then, but both of our boyfriends stopped that by picking us up and separating. That didn't stop us from yelling at each other and trying to get towards each other.

That next day, Bax came over to me when we were at school, and we started to talk as if yesterday didn't happen. Well, we did talked that evening laughing at how Dean and Carter looked when we were about to wrestle each other.

Oh boy, did they look surprised to see us having a normal conversation. At that moment, Principal Reynolds walked by us and said "You'll get used to it" while she went where ever she had to go.

A piece of paper fluttered out of my locker and broke me from reminiscing about the two weeks that I had when I had claimed Dean as my own. I didn't even know when I had gotten to my locker, but I could really care less because I didn't run into anyone.

I picked up the letter and rolled my eyes at the corny message on it from Dean. I looked into the locker and saw a red rose, my favorite flower. "Well, why are you trying to be selective now?" I mused, picking up the rose and sniffed it, loving the fresh scent.

A smile tugged on my lips while I started to walk to where the note had told me to. I didn't care, because I liked being surprised sometimes but not all the time. I guess... I was just in a happy mood, and it was all because of Dean.

However, that mood changed when I caught sight of Dean making out with a random female that looked more prettier than I.

The girl, a beautiful looking red head, was up against the lockers with Dean trapping her there. Her right leg was around his waist, and it looked like she was trapping him with her body while pulling his head closer for a long and heated kiss.

My heart broke in pieces when I caught them in that position, and both the note and flower dropped from my hands. Not a sound came from my lips and it felt as if I wouldn't be able to say a word. I backed away from the scene and started to run, trying to make sure that I didn't cry.

Not only did Dean seem to be enjoying it, but I knew that I was so stupid.

How could I think that a guy like him would love a girl like me? His class and mine didn't mix. I was a nobody, and nobody loved nobodies.

And, at that moment, I knew that I would die alone.

Because I loved him, and I was not that girl that had his love.

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"Who is there?" a person asked when I walked into the house. Delilah walked in and saw me, looking as if death had paid me a visit. "Are you ok?" Concern filled her eyes, surprising me.

"Uh... ya," I said. "I'm fine." I wiped my eyes, making sure that I didn't have any tears in them. I looked at the table by the door to see a letter with my name on it. My heart hurt to see that it was already opened. "Is that mine?" I asked, gesturing to the letter.

"Yes," Delilah said, dissmislvely. "I took the liberty of looking at it, and it says that you are not accepted to the school that you had chosen."

"What?" I all but screeched. I dropped my skateboard and grabbed the envelope. I pulled out the letter and looked at it, my face paling when I saw the words 'You are not accepted' in bold letters.

"I am sorry, Dear, but if it makes you feel any better, you were probably not good enough for the school." Delilah had walked closer to me and patted my arm. "Now, you can be a good girl and become a maid that you were meant to be." She sighed dramatically. "You are so good at following instructions, so why don't you go and get-"

My blood just boiled over and I had had enough. She didn't care about anything at all if it didn't concern her two daughters, mainly Clarice. If something like this had happened to Clarice, then she would be the one calling people and trying to get them into the school even if she didn't do the work nor get the grades. However, I worked my ass off, and I didn't get my grade up in math to be rejected by the school I wanted to go to.

"No," I said, finally, feeling as if I had enough of this shit about being a maid. I was done with being pushed around and having people step on me.

Delilah frowned. "Excuse me?" she asked, warning me to change my answer.

I stood straighter and looked at her. "I said, no. I will not work for you, you ungrateful bitch," I spat. "You never say 'thank you' and never made me feel welcome like you do with your own children. Do you know that Derek FEELS as if he is the black sheep because he doesn't' have your love?"

Delilah didn't say a thing, but she did flinch, leaving me to feel satisfied.

"I am through with you and this family. I hate you and Clarice. The only reason why I stayed was for Derek, because unlike you I love him as if he is my son. That's why you hate my relationship with him, isn't it? It's because I have a relationship with him unlike you." I caught her fist when she threw it at me and sneered. "Have fun with the dishes. I am through with trying to prove my worth to you."

WIth that, I turned around and walked back outside. All my anger and hurt came out during that, and I knew that I just lost my house, but I could really care less.

I was going to find myself, even if it meant leaving my life behind.

"And never come back!" Delilah screeched, gaining her voice.

I didn't reply, but I just flicked her the bird before continuing on my way. I did call Bax, and I knew that she would be waiting for me at her house. And, I knew that everything was going to catch up with me when I was with my best friend.

Even with the anger, my heart couldn't help but break, because I wasn't the girl that could be loved.