Striking Lies

Chapter Forty-two: The end.

Chapter Forty-two: The end.

This is it, the last chapter in my book Striking Lies.

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    I was determined to make up with Ivy. If fact, I made it my mission.

Throughout the last three weeks, I’d go up to her, attempting to make an apology of myself, but she would just walk away; huffing as she outran me to her next class.

    Sure, I was getting tired of chasing her around all the time. And yes, I thought about ditching her altogether, but then I’d think, “She was right all along.” And she was, she told me countless amounts of times to move along, ignore every snip from Taylor and try not to get wrapped up in Damon; but I didn’t listen to her. I didn’t want to hear anything to do with her so called ‘selfish’ ways.

    We all began to realize that school was beginning to wrap itself up. Graduation and prom around the corner, racing to our attention as posters seemed to fly to the walls of the high school themselves. And we started thinking of dates to prom and what white shoes we should wear with our gowns at graduation. I just wished I’d have a best friend to experience this with.

    I did get a date to prom and it wasn’t as expected as I thought it would be. For some reason in the back of my mind I hoped Tanner would ask me; but of course he asked Taylor. Instead though, Damon just upped and asked me.

    We were just driving to the mall one day when he turned the volume down on the stereo and asked, “Who are you going to prom with?” I turned to look at him and looked to see if his question was genuine. “Seriously.”

    “Nobody, I just figure I’d go by myself or with a group of my friends. Why? Who you going with?” I couldn’t even imagine that Damon would want to go to prom in the first place, I mean, he’s Damon. I could see him wanting to go to a party and get wasted, but prom? Where you have to get corsages and dress up in formal attire. It wasn’t like him.

    “Nobody, I’m just scoping out my options.” He told me as he turned into the parking lot.

    “Oh and I’m an option?”

    “You are to me.” I blushed when he said this. “You want to go?”

    I was I feeling like this? Like I might actually want to go with him? Like I was just another giddy girl who fell for a boy like him?

    “Just as long as you don’t make fun of the way I dress on that day.” I smiled and then snapped my seat belt off and got out.

    I went home that night and told my mom that I decided to go to prom with Damon. My mom was already excited that I had some guys attention for reasonable prom dates, but when Damon’s name came up she was immediately jumping up and down in place. The next day she took me out of school for early dismissal and went dress shopping at expensive shops. I’m pretty sure she was weighing her options on getting me to do several dress changes during prom, but I quickly denied any ideas for that. Instead though, we settled on a silky, light blue dress that was tight at the top but barreled down in ruffles and slim fabric.

    Damon showed up at my door the night of the prom, wearing a black tux with a blue bow tie that matched my dress to the exact color and fabric. Obviously our mothers planning.

    “Can we get a picture of you two together?” Our parents seemed to say altogether. Willingly though, we both bunched into each other and accepted our parents encouraging embarrassment.

    “We really need to go now, mom.” Damon said, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the door. “You don’t want us to actually miss the prom, now would you?” and with that he closed the door behind us and stepped out into his driveway.