One of the Boys

Chapter 1 - A Point To Prove

So, with this chapter I officially kick One of the Boys off! Enjoy. 

The doors slam shut in the hall as the last person walks in. Her head is down, and she doesn't meet any gazes of envy as she starts to thread her way through the crowds. She knows she's late, and she came on purpose. Not to show off. Not to stand out. But because she has something to prove tonight.

Seeing her like this, no one knows who it is. But envious glances are cast her way anyway, since her dress is the best and most beautiful in the room. Her nails are long but not fake, and delicately manicured. Her hair floats behind her, styled beautifully, and her skin seems to glow in the white light of the large room.

She can hear the whispers - oh, she's heard plenty of whispers in her life. But she's used to it. And when her identity is revealed, everyone will turn on her. But she's used to it, and, this time, she's got someone to help her through it.

Suppressing the small twist of fear she feels at the thought that the one who will help her may not even want to help her anymore, she continues to walk elegantly through the clusters of people.

As she lifts her head, everyone can see the small, delicate, almost butterfly-like mask that rests on her face, but they don't get to see it for long as she picks her way effortlessly through the crowd.

It's hard to keep a brave face, but she's done it all her life, and tonight is one of the easiest times. Actually, it's becoming harder for her to keep a straight face, especially imagining everyone's expression when they realize who she is.

The back of her dress trails behind her, almost on the floor, bride-like, while the front is cut short, showing off her long, tanned legs. Her shoes raise her above the crowd, only fortifying her image of a queen amongst her subjects.

Unsurprisingly to the crowd, the beauty heads straight towards the Three. It's a hard move for her, heading towards them so directly. The three boys who've ruined her life. The boy who's been in love with her for so long. The boy she's in love with. The two boys who have no clue what's going on.

She smirks a tiny bit, placing a hand on his shoulder. He turns with a jump, his eyes widening in recognition. "Z-" She doesn't wait a moment longer, instead grabs his jacket lapels and pulls him into a kiss.

He's out of breath when they pull away.

"Zoe." He whispers. "Oh my god, Zoe, Zoe, you were-"

Without answering, she pulls him into another long kiss.

"Woah, Seth." She hears behind her, a coarse voice that she knows all too well. "Who's the girl?" There's a chuckle. "I would totally tap that." Seth reaches up, ignoring him, to cup her cheek, making her mask fall off.

She finally pulls away, looking down at the floor, then up at him again.

"Zoe, you weren't going to come, you haven't written all this time, oh my god. What are you going to do now?" He whispers hurriedly. "Zoe, I can't believe you're here, you've ignored me all summer, I-"

"I got it." She lifts her head, turning to face the other Two. "Thank you, Luke." She says, her voice barely a whisper, throwing him a dazzling smile.

His eyes widen until she thinks they're going to bulge out of his head, and then he reels back, falling with a thud.

I glance up at Seth, covering my gaping mouth with my hand, trying not to giggle. He, however, seems completely oblivious to what just happened to Luke. 

"Zoe, I... Zoe, you didn't want to come! You didn't want to do this." He says quietly, his hand finding mine.

"Hm." I reply. "You should have known that this was all I wanted, all al-"