To Those Who Wait (In Progress)

Chapter 9 - Homecoming

It was like a scene out of a movie. Headlights shine through my open window. I dash over and see Van's truck on the sidewalk. My light-purple dress drags behind me as I cascade down the spiral stairs, out to the driveway. After a short drive, we arrived at the school.

Van gets out of the truck first. He comes over to my side, opens my door, takes my hand, and I step down from the truck. Everything was so perfect. Almost too perfect, I think. I shake my paranoia and come to my senses.

Looking up, I am given nothing but deja vu.

"Crap," I bite under my breath. Tess walks off, over to the gym, Mac following right behind her.

No words express how I felt. I had so many mixed feelings that were jumbled up. I had butterflies because I was on a date with Van, yet I felt guilt for the way I treated my friends. I was head-over-heels, completely in love, and the excitement was overwhelming, yet I had a bottomless pit at the bottom of my stomach.
The night goes on. People dance to the beat of the music, as do I and Van. I feel bad for smiling, yet I still do. He leans in and kisses my forehead, then our lips touch. I felt like I was floating on clouds, and although my emotions were all over the place, there was once emotion I was sure about: I was in love, and he loved me back.

"I'll be right back, Babe," he whispers in my ear.

He called me Babe! I scream inside. "Okay."

*****

The music stops, and I still couldn't find Van. I would just go home, but he was my ride. My search brings me to the main hall. I hear people behind the door to the drama room, so I look inside to see if whoever was in there knew where he was.

This is where my love story took a fall for the worst. But don't be mislead; the moment I saw Van and Brenna behind that door was only the beginning of my tragedy of a love story.