Started as His Girlfriend (Sequel to "Started as His Tutor")

Stop Caring

Vincent's POV

Where is she? How much egg did she get in her hair. It's been an hour already...

I look around the gym for a puffy blue dress and, based on my knowledge of Wendy's inclinations, wet hair. Instead, I manage to find Wren, and I motion my hands to signal her over. Her mouth opens when she sees me, waving her arm as if she's attempting to swim through the pool of people. 

"Oh my gosh, I'm so glad you found me, cause its been taking me a while to find you," Wren exhales heavily. 

It was easy considering how freakishly tall Wren is. 

"Why were you looking for me? Is Wendy with you?"

"She wanted me to tell you she got tired. Right now, she's probably cuddling with her two turtles and napping."

"I thought she was getting ready. She texted me earlier that she was..."

"Um... I guess she got tired after all that cooking. Anyways... I should... go... do...get...something...yep..." Wren says in a broken, senseless sentence. Her eyes wander for an excuse, but she gives up and walks away. 

Weird.

An arm loops itself around mine, alarming me to turn. Maddy stands closely, pressing herself against my arm.

"Its the slow dance now. Want to be partners?" she asks. 

I slowly pull my arm away and take a step back so it could hang beside me again. 

"I'd better go check on Wendy," I reply. 

"Wendy isn't even here. You should enjoy the dance for another hour at least," Maddy pleads, trying to hold my arm again. 

I turn, dodging her more aggressively and faster this time. "How did you know she's not here?" I clench my jaw. 

A couple sways next to Maddy in the midst of her trying to from an explanation. Her handbag flies to the ground, the top flap unclasping and the contents spill out, most of which is makeup. Horrified, Maddy goes to check on the powdered ones, which had cracked and fallen out of the container's divot. 

Still irritated, I try to be a gentleman and at least help her pick her things up. As I'm gathering the items, there's a loose homecoming ticket. 

Didn't the teacher collect them at the door?

Maddy sees me staring at it and snatches it back, shoving it into her back vigorously.

"That was Luke's ticket," she says, not looking back at me even after all her things had been picked up.

"I have to go," I tell Maddy, walking away without waiting for her reply. 

It doesn't take me long to relocate her, fishing her out of a crowd of freshman girls. 

"Why didn't Wendy come?" I ask Wren again, who's eyes widen immediately. 

"I already told you. She got tired," Wren insists. 

"You're lying," I glare. 

Seeing me this serious for the first time, Wren reconsiders. 

"She couldn't come even if she wanted to," Wren finally admits. "The teacher said her ticket was fake, and it was. It was totally different from mine. The dude got mad at her and didn't let her pay at the door either," she sighs. 

"What?" 

"Listen, she only lied because-"

I whip around, storming out of the gym and towards the front doors. Suddenly, I was flooded with irritation from head to toe. As I was walking out, the teacher was packing up the money and collected tickets. In the corner of the table, I see that he set aside a lighter colored ticket. Tossing a dollar to the ground, I then point to it.