Revenge of Wounded (Book 2 of The Impossible trilogy)

Chapter 11: All Chaos Starts

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Golden

Lights flashed back and forth on the dance room. Couples and friends danced around on the dance floor, laughing and having fun. Unlike the rest of my high school, Tony and I stood by the punch table with cupcakes and of course punch, watching the dancing.

"Where are the girls? They're late." I say to Tony.

"Girls take longer to prepare, unlike us." We look down at our clothes.

"How in the world you got me to wear a tux, I'll never know." I complain to Tony, who gives a little snort in response. He was wearing a white tux with a red bow, where as I was wearing a grey tux with a grey tie.

"Cause I said we needed to make a big impression." Tony comments back.

"But most of the guys here aren't wearing tuxes."

Tony takes a look around. "They have tuxes on, they just took off the jacket part of it. Plus, we're not like the rest of the guys." Tony grins

I scowl. "You know what, just to prove you wrong, I think I'll copy them." I start to take of my jacket.

"I don't know about that. Our dates have arrived."

I turn around from trying to undo my jacket to look at the doors across from us on the other side of the room. In the middle of undoing my jacket, I stop, my hand hovering over it and my eyes go wide. Walking in through the door, after Malea and Shontelle, was Fiera. I could feel my mouth drop and heart beat fast, as I stared at Fiera in a dress. Sh-shes wearing an actual dress! She glides across the dance floor, looking a little nervous and unsure, in a long, dark green dress with a beaded design along her waist and sleeves. The sleeves exposed her shoulder a little, with flowing ends that came just above her elbows. Half her hair is braided on the sides and pulled back into a ponytail, the rest falling underneath.

Tony leans in close to me. "You probably want to button back up and close your mouth."

With that comment, I turn away from them and fumble with my jacket. I hear them come up from behind, which makes my fumbling worse and perspiration starts to appear on my forehead. In a panic, I wipe it with one of the napkins on the punch table.

"Hey, Tony. Sorry were late." Shontelle apologizes to Tony.

"It's no problem and might I add that you ladies look amazing." I roll my eyes. Way to put on the charm, Tony.

"Thank you, Tony. You look really charming, yourself." Now they're flirting, yuck.

"Hey, Golden." Shontelle greets me from behind. "You look nice, as well."

I feel myself jump. Act natural! Act natural! I grab my punch and turn around a little too quickly, almost making me spill it. I steady the cup, avoiding staring at Fiera and saying, "Umm hey... uh... ladies. You guys look f-fine."

I mentally face palm myself. Real smooth.

Shontelle raises an eyebrow, with a hint of a smile on her face. She points to her forehead. "Umm... You kind of have some blue frosting here."

My hand immediately rises to my forehead. I bring my hand down and see the blue frosting. I feel my cheeks flush. Looking back to the table, I see someone had left there frosted covered napkin on the table next to the clean napkins. I scowl. Really!