Chapter 8// Want to Get Out of Here?

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CHAPTER 8

"Hold it right there" I tell Katerine pointing an accusatory finger at her

"What?" Katherine questions

"You were about to ask me a question" I presume

"Well... yes" Katherine replies confused "That's kind of my job"

"How about you don't, so we can get out of here before I'm in my forties?"

"What's wrong with being in your forties?" Katherine replies defensively

I let out a sigh "Nothing, it's just... I have somewhere I need to be at six" I tell her looking up at the clock

Katherine studies me her eyes glues to mine, I can't help but feel uncomfortable under her stare. I was use to this by now she was reading me studying my emotions without actually having to ask questions. "Alright" She sighs "Then please continue"

"Thank you" I grin tearing my eyes away from hers

"The next day Silver, Blaine, Jake, Gavin, Ian, and I all met up at the mall to look for what Blaine would call appropriate prom attire. We quickly split up, Gavin, Jake, and Ian went to go suit shopping while Silver and I looked for dresses. Blaine of course stayed with us because a) both Silver and I knew nothing about shopping for prom and b) Blaine had ordered his custom suit months ago."

"This is stupid" Silver complains walking out of the dressing room in a floor length light pink dress that had a beaded top half. A soft chuckle escapes my lips even with Silver's pouty expression she looked gorgeous in the dress. That was just one of the things I envied about Silver, she looked good in anything.

"You look hot though" Blaine comments leaning against one of the stores many floor length mirrors. Our eyes snap towards him, "What? Just cause I'm gay doesn't mean I can't appreciate when a female looks good" We all turn to look at each other with a shrug.

"Yeah, I am still not wearing this" Silver reminds us motioning to her body

"Ok try these then" Blaine hums tossing three more dresses into Silver's arms and pushing her back into the dressing room.

"Alright Gaby your turn" Blaine claps excitedly, I bite my lip not sure why he was looking forward to this, it was just me. I watch Blaine as he ducks through the aisles his lips pursed and his brows knitted together in concentration.

I cross my arms in amusement "Alright, I don't actually hate this one" Silver admits pulling the change room curtain. I turn towards her and gasp, she's wearing an elegant two piece, a dark red strapless top with a sweetheart neckline and a long skirt with a slit up the side to match. The colour of the dress contrasted perfectly with her pale skin, and her silver hair. And the slight exposure of her stomach fit Silver's personal style perfectly. "Well" She says turning slowly in a circle "What do you think?"

"You look so good right now, I kinda hate you" I half joke, she snorts rolling her eyes

"I am a fucking genious" Blaine sings placing a single dress in my hand and shoving me into the dressing room Silver previously occupied. He shuts the door behind me and I chuckle finally able to admire the dress in my hand it was light grey with ruching on the bodice.

"There you guys are" I hear Ian call from outside of the dressing room "Gavin, and Jake told me to come get Blaine, said it was a tie emergency" He tells them, I realize that I'd been so focused on what Ian had been saying I forgot to get changed so I quickly yank my t-shirt off and close my eyes careful not to see myself in the mirror.

"Ugh figures" Blaine groans, I hear his heavy footsteps getting further away as I yank the dress over my head, this dress also had a sweetheart neckline but had two straps that connected in the middle of my cleavage and connected to the back of the dress.

"That looks good on you" Ian compliments, Silver hums and it dawns on me that Blaine left them alone.

"Listen Ian" She tells him half whispering half yelling "I don't like you... I don't like the fact you left and I really don't like the fact you came back," I bite down on the inside of my mouth deciding whether or not to interject. "So if there's even a tiny chance that you're going to run off again I suggest you leave us alone. Or else I will find you Ian and I will hurt you." Silence hangs in the air "Understand? Gaby is way too fragile for you to try and fuck with her emotions again." I can hear my heart pounding and my hands ball into fists there it was, the truth. Silver thought I was fragile something she needed to treat delicately, someone who could break at any moment. I turn now full on facing my reflection and meeting my own eyes in the mirror, I knew I had to go out there but I couldn't bring myself to move my feet.

"It hurt, knowing that after all the progress you made people still looked at you like you were damaged. But what hurt even more was facing the fact that you looked at yourself that way too that all those time you thought you were improving, were just times you thought you were improving."

A hot tear stained my cheek and my stomach grumbled, shakily my hand reaches out and pulls the curtain back revealing both Ian and Silver's surprised faces. "Wow" Ian gasps his eyes scanning my body in the dress. My eyes life to Silver's and we communicate silently

"Gaby that's not what I meant I-" Before she can continue I run out of the store, I hear alarms going off but they sound distant.

"Ella wait!" Ian yells sprinting after me, I ignore him lifting the train of the dress so I can run faster and find myself quickly outside in the California heat. As soon as I do my knees hit the pavement and I try my best to steady my breathing this hadn't happen to me in a while.

"I-I am smart, I am kind" I whisper feeling Ian's presents come up behind me "I am beautiful, I am" I can't seem to finish the last one so I shut my eyes and try my best to steady myself.

"Ella" Ian breaths his hand reaching out to touch my back, I tense and he draws his hand away quickly "Sorry..." he trails off. There's a long pause as I try to pull myself back together, if Silver thought I was fragile I had to prove to her I was better now, I was stronger.

"Can we get out of here?"

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