Enchantress

Spring Fling

A/N I don't think you understand how excited I was to write this chapter...and yes you finally get to find out who the unkown POV is! Enjoy and don't forget to tell me what you think!

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Valerie POV

This is it. This is the night I have been waiting for.

Unkown POV

This is it. This is going to be the night I make her mine.

Rachel POV

This is it. This is going to be the night Chase will fall in love with me.

Chase POV

This is it. This is the night I'll get my revenge.

Valerie POV

"You look beautiful." Layla gasped from behind me, clutching her hand to her mouth and wiping a tear that drizzled down her cheek as she stood in our shared bathroom with the door slightly ajar.I blushed, and brushed a strand of my curled blonde hair out of my face. "Your going to break some hearts tonight." She giggled, grinning broadly and patting my gently on the back. She grabbed me by the shoulders and twisted me around so I could get a good look of myself in the floor-length mirror. I bit my bottom lip, trying not to smile as I looked at my reflection. People always tell me I'm pretty, but this was the first time I really felt it. 

Quinn and I had dashed to the salon together to get our hair and makeup done. Greg had asked her out last night at Eric's party, and she couldn't be happier. Eric however, was still freaked out about the whole Enchantress thing, but thought it was awesome when I told him about the whole werewolf Lawless Pack out to get me thing. So much for being supportive. Quinn had insisted that I didn't go with my usual boring straight hair. And according to Quinn somebody had nominated me for Spring Queen. My hair was curled softly so that it draped over my shoulders and covered my exposed cleavage. My eyes were dusted lightly in a glittery blue eyeshadow, and my lips were a bright pink. "Have fun tonight." Layla squeezed my shoulders tightly.

I spun around to face her and pulled her into a tight hug. "I promised myself I wouldn't cry." She laughed, rubbing my back softly. She pulled back, still holding my hands in hers and wiped the tears from her face.

"I don't care what you say. You're my sister. Real or not." I laughed and she hugged me again.

The doorbell chime echoed through the house. "It's Chris." I squealed happily, he was thirty minutes late. Layla held my hand as we walked down the stairs together.

Chris stood in the doorway besides my "parents". My Dad eyed him cautiously, and my Mom was taking continous pictures. Chris looked extremely hot in his rented black suit and blue tie to match my dress. In his hand was a corsage with a beautiful white rose pinned onto it. My cheeks flamed red as my Mom threw her arms around me. "Why'd you have to grow up so darn fast?" She chuckled, wiping her face with a tissue. 

Chris shared a tense handshake with my Dad. "I promise to get her home safely tonight." He said politely, but my Dad just grunted rudely and turned to me.

"You look beautiful, honey." He said, kissing me on the cheek. 

Layla leaned casually against the banister. "You look great." I smiled up at Chris. Not wanting to upset my parents, he kissed me lightly on the forehead.

"You're going to be the most beautiful girl at the dance." He said as he placed the corsage on my wrist. The camera flashed again.

"Mom!" I sighed, laughing. 

"One more picture!" She begged, pulling me and Chris towards the foot of the stairs. "Smile!" She cheered enthusiastically. Chris wrapped his hand around my waist, which got him an glare from my Dad so he awkwardly set his arm by his side while my Mom snapped the picture. "It's blurry!" She pouted.