The Badboy Prince Just Can't Resist

Chapter 17- And There Was The Ball part 1

Dear Landon,

I can't really find the words... again? That came out as a question. Well, it's actually a statement. I don't know what to say to you in person, so I'm writing down what I would say if I ever could face your annoying ass face. I still hate you... miss you... and love you all in one. 

I just want to talk to you again... see that goofy smile that lit up the entire room and made my insides fill with joy. I haven't seen it in a year. I still want to feel your arms around me, caging me, warming me, holding me tight under the stars. Do you remember that one night? The one where it was our first year anniversary, we were 3rd years at the time because we started dating in 1st. You made a candle-lit picnic under the stars, the full moon so bright above us. It was so beautiful, you put so much effort into it just for me.

Just you, me, that bottle of bubbly and the stars. Wow... those stars were beautiful that night. But the one thing I specifically remember was your eyes. It was as if your eyes were the stars. The way you looked at me made me feel like I was the only girl you could and would ever love. You told me that too, once. It was at your house. "Hazalen," you said," I vow-" But then at the picnic it started to rain... and that's how I've felt these past five months.

Gloomy. Depressed. I caught a drinking habit because of you. Just thought that should be known. And you held me under that huge oak tree, as we watched the rain tumble down the hill, laughing. Laughing. I bet you would laugh in my face if you read this about you. Or even knew about it.

I just wish I knew what went wrong. Was all of it just a lie to you? A silly game? That's the thing- I don't even know. You won't talk to me. So not only did you just throw me away, all our memories, but you're leaving me in the benefit of doubt.

But you don't know how that feels... do you? To not know things. Not having the "upper hand."

Because you know I still love you.

Fuck you, Landon Apa.

NOT sincerely,
Hazalen Grace Star

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Damien

"Hazalen, you have to tell me what mask she's wearing, I need to know." I shook her shoulder. Her hazel eyes cut to me, narrowed in a small glare. I gave the best puppy dog look I could muster, it worked on Annalise every time.

"I'm not telling you squat, you don't need to know one thing about what she's wearing. I still don't know why you want to know this, but I have a pretty good feeling it's toward a bad cause." She rolled her eyes and started to turn away.

"Fine... your going to make me play this card." She stopped mid-way turning. "Hazalen, you are hereby banned from the ball. You may not-"

"Oh shut up Damien- this so much bull crap! You won't banish me, because then she wouldn't come." She flicked me away. I rose both of my arms up in frustration and slapped them back down on my legs.

I have to find out what she's wearing. I wanted to win this bet so bad it was eating my insides out. This was one bet I was especially not going to lose.

A) it involves Annalise Woods.
B) I would get to kiss Annalise Woods.
C) ... I would get to kiss Annalise Woods. Simple as that.

This was an opportunity I simply couldn't pass up. So I'm going to do anything and everything to accomplish my goal. That means finding out what her outfit is, hairstyle, anything that can give me a clue of what she looks like.

I was used to bending the rules, for now not being able to cut corners was making my job harder then it already is. If I could find her dress, I could easily win the bet.