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Chapter 20

She's the one that makes me keep writing....literally

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The formal is like prom. I stared down at the pink dress that Tessa picked out for me. It was bejeweled down the side, no straps. I looked pretty awesome, man.

For the finally touch, Laila handed me a simple white eye mask. The doorbell rang. "That's the boys." Kira announced. I heard Alana answer the door.

"Why are you all in masks?" She asked, with little girl innocence. I rolled my eyes.

All the boys looked handsome. Especially Luke in his white tux. He had a golden mask. "Aww, look at the little bow tie," I said, fixing it. "You look like a king already."

"Thank you, and you are just...breath takingly beautiful." He said, looking me over.

I took his hand. "How nice of you." He placed the corsage on my wrist and we proceded to the dance.

The gym was done like a meadow. The dance floor had fake grass all over it. It was like dancing on a lawn. Not exactly what to expect. But it was spring-ey. I also noticed a pile of heels and other lady footwear in the corner. I threw my own pair in, next to Tessa's.

I heard the whispers as I walked in next to Luke. "Who's that girl?", "She's Luke's girlfriend?", "Dude, she's hot." "I wanna be her." I pretended not to hear any of it. I'm here to enjoy myself.

It was a freaking awesome dance. The room was decked out like the dance was outside. I danced with my friends all night. Through pop songs and slow dances with Luke, my feet went. Halfway through, our band had to perform. We also announced the Royals.

As a special treat, out of ten songs, I sang numbers three, five, and eight. "Honestly" by Hot Chelle Rae, "Animal" by Neon Trees, and then a rock version of "Teenage Dream" by Katy Perry. Tessa sang everything else.

I was pumped at the end of the set. As the rest of us filed off the stage, Tessa took the enevelope from some dance person. I was 99% sure I wasn't going to win. That 1% was Luke's mystery girl who was, by the way, a nominee.

"So let's start with a glorious king." Tessa started. She took out the piece of paper. "Ah, no shocker here. It's Luke Hayes." Luke's hand slipped out of mine as he went up to the stage. Tessa crowned him. "Congrats Luke. Moving on. We have two top girls for Flower Queen. You can probably guess. It's Naomi Santiago and Luke's mystery girl." Tessa said that directly staring at me. She took the paper out of the second enevelope. "Wow, It"s..." dramatic pause, "Naomi Santiago."

There was an explosion of appalause. I laughed, even. I knew I wasn't going to win. Not even being Luke's girlfriend could beat Naomi. Of course there was the King and Queen dance, practically inevitable.

Do you remember when I said that Naomi had brought the guns and lip gloss? You can guess by now what happened. Yeah, they were dancing. Yeah, they were whispering to each other. Yeah, there was the mood. But that doesn't account or excuse what happened.

Is it really necessary to say what happened. Let me set the scene of heartbreak. Gymnasium, I'm back onstage playing a slow song, but my brain isn't working for me. Chase is just covering for me. I'm watching the two from the best point of view, the stage. Basically, Naomi is rubbing it in my face as she does the evil deed. She's kissing my boyfriend. What makes it worse, my "boyfriend" doesn't step away.

I try my best to stand there and take it until the song ends. But as soon as the final note is sung, I'm out of there. Crashing through the doors, to the football field, then I fall. Flat on my ass. Right in the middle of the field. I rip off my mask, it is pretty frickin hard to wipe your tears with a maks on.

Footsteps in the grass are approaching. They are not in any rush. "Lemme guess, you are Luke's girlfriend." Boy's voice. Definitely not Luke, though. "And you're name is Sydney." I nodded.

I took a peak at my mystery guest. Matt. "What do you want?"

"Nothing, just chilling with the guy's girlfriend who's sucking my date's face." He replied. That's right, I heard that he and Naomi went together. I felt bad for him. He got into this knowing that  Naomi didn't really like him. She was using him. He seemed to know what I was thinking. "Hey, at least, I'm not in a relationship with the girl." What a mean stab.

You'd think I cry at that. But I didn't. I just stared at him. I sat in silence. "What do you like about him, anyways?" Matt bothered to ask. I shrugged. "You don't know. Then why date him."

"Well, actually he's sweet...-ish." I tried.

"He didn't seem sweet when he was kissing Naomi..." He countered.

"He's polite."

"Such manners, letting his girl leave like that."

"He's ah,..." I hesitated too long.

"Exactly."

I had no answer. I pondered on his question. Why did I like him? Something about him draws every girl in. But I was loosely held. Always. I got sucked in closer just this one time. But no more. I put up a sheild that night. One that not even the great Luke Hayes will break.