More Than A Mask

Chapter One: The Masquerade Ball

Hey everybody! This is my first story on wattpad and I'm sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes.  Well, I'm just going to let the words speak for themselves so here goes nothing.  Oh and by the way, pay attention to the POVs.  Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter One

Amanda's POV

All around the school, phones dinged with text messages.  Every single one of them read:

MASQUERADE BALL - D & D Johnson's - 8:00 Monday - Strangers Welcome!

No one replied.  Everyone would be there anyway.  

The ball was a yearly dance that went on for six nights.  Only the students of Richwood High School knew of its existence and it is a well kept secret.

In late September, after everybody settled into their schedules, a text message would go out to the student body to be at Damian and Dustin Johnson's house.  Apparently their parents go on a yearly trip to Paris where they first met.  Luck for us.

I took my seat in math and reread the message.  I needed to get a dress this weekend.  TGIF!  The bell rang, signaling the beginning of class.  Tucking my phone into the pocket of my sweatshirt, I stared at the brilliant, yet few light bulbs short of a Christmas tree professor who was the eleventh grade math teacher.  His name, which I have yet to learn how to pronounce, is Mr. Dwyer.

"Good morning class.  Or not such a good morning by the looks on your faces." He chuckled.

Everyone was hiding their excitement behind masks of boredom.  Guess we are all getting a jump start on the ball.  Because after all, it is a masquerade ball and nobody likes having other people know who you are.  That was the whole point of why people liked to go there.  We are all drawn by the mystique of the anonymity.  You could be anyone you wanted to be when you were not yourself and more importantly you could hook up with someone way out of your league, which is why so many people loved the Masquerade Ball.  Others come just to see the drama unfold.  Most of all, people came to see who made the best couple and to guest as to who that couple really was under the mask.

"Miss Kade, would you stop daydreaming and answer the question please." Mr. Dwyer's voice jarred me out of my thoughts.  Or as he said, daydreams.  I cleared my voice.

"Um."

I glanced at my homework assignment in front of me.  It wasn't finished.  Shoot.  I had meant to do it last night but fell asleep on the couch instead.  Yay me.

Felling color rise to my cheeks I mumbled, "X = 21."

"Could you speak up, Miss Kade."

The class hides their smiles as I nod.

"I'm waiting."

My face turns a deeper shade of red, "X = 21."

"Next time if you don't know, Miss Kade, just say you don't know.  Now can anyone else tell me the answer?  Oh good, Mr. Pierce, thank you for volunteering."

What ever he said next was lost in my own worrying.  I mentally kicked myself for not paying attention and then realized that by scolding myself I was once again not paying attention.  Swallowing my embarrassment, I turned my full and utmost attention back to Mr. Dwyer.

Only to lose it again as Brett Marcus, the heartthrob of the school and maybe, just maybe, the hottest guy on the planet, walked through the door late.  It's a good thing I'm not obsessed with him like so many of the other girls.

"Well Mr. Marcus, thank you for joining us."

Apparently Mr. Dwyer was not appreciative of Brett's chiseled body.  Or his short brown hair that whipped up to the sky in the front.  Or his blue eyes that put the sea to shame.  Okay, maybe I am obsessed with him.

Smoothly handing him a pass, Brett slides into his seat.

"Aren't you cool?" The sarcasm in Mr. Dwyer's voice is surprising, especially because it was so vastly different from his usual monotone.  I almost wanted to clap at his accomplishment.

"That I am." Brett replied, unruffled.  His cockiness makes my heart skip.  His lopsided smile makes it stop completely.