[CURRENTLY RE-WRITING]
❝ I'LL BE THE ONE THAT STAYS 'TILL THE END, AND I'LL BE THE ONE THAT NEEDS YOU AGAIN. ❞
➯ Nyla Morales was a heartbroken girl, simply trying to forget her ex, but when he shows up in her life again, she has to decide whether...
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Nyla's hands shook profusely as she made her way to the refreshments table. She couldn't believe, after all these years, she was back here, in the gym, where she had her first and last prom. Where she had her first slow dance, where she had some of the best times of her life.
She couldn't help but notice pictures of past prom kings and queens, as she scanned the pictures, she suddenly remembered the time that she and Timothée won prom king and queen. Quickly averting her eyes from the pictures, making sure that she didn't see another photo of her and Timothée.
"Nyla Morales!" Nyla was snapped out of her deep thoughts when a loud voice was heard behind her. "The one and only!"
Nyla turned to face the person, and her face lit up. Cassandra Hunters, she was Nyla's best friend in high school, apart from Violetta and Ansel. Cassandra and Nyla hadn't really kept in touch after they both graduated, they both became too busy and consumed in their own lives.
"Cassy Hunters!" Nyla smiled, pulling the blonde girl in for a hug. "How are things, Cass?"
"Good, good," Cassandra held a cup of punch in her hand. "Can you believe the punch is non-fucking-alcoholic? How bullshit is that?"
Nyla giggled to herself, Cassandra had just as much the potty mouth as she did in high school. "It's absolutely devastating, Cass!" Nyla responded sarcastically.
"You know that Rachel's here right? That bitch is going to get on my nerves, I swear," Cassandra rolled her eyes.
Rachel Walton. Nyla's worst nightmare. She relentlessly bullied Nyla in high school, she made fun of everything that Nyla did - the way she dressed, the way she acted, the way she looked. Anything to drag her down. She had had the biggest crush on Timothee during high school and Nyla was the only thing standing in her way.
She was effortlessly pretty, with her blonde hair and blue eyes, she had always made Nyla insecure.
"Wonder if she still hates me," Nyla laughed, earning a chuckle from Cassandra.
"To be honest, she probably does," Cassandra replied, looking around the room for anyone else she would recognise. "Oh! Rose is here. I'll talk to you later, doll."
"Rose, baby, over here!" Cassandra screamed in the other direction and walked off, giving Nyla a small wave.
Nyla now stood by herself at the refreshments table, picking at the crackers and cheese.
This was the moment that Nyla had been dreading all day. Having to face him. Nyla turned around to see people surrounding Timothée, while Violetta and Ansel followed behind him. People asked questions about their careers etc. Nothing out of the ordinary. Except, Nyla looked closer at Timothée's outfit, and her eyes landed on his hand, which had a silver ring on his pinkie finger. The promise ring. It sounds silly, for teenagers to give each other something like a promise ring, but the promise ring meant a lot to Nyla.
She gave it Timothée after he promised to stay until she finished high school. Nyla's face went red, and thoughts clouded her head. He shouldn't be wearing that promise ring when he broke the promise in the first place. Nyla quickly turned back to the refreshment table to try and distract herself from him. She didn't want to see him, but oh did she actually want to see him. She hated him yet she missed him. She couldn't make up her mind. She was sure she could never forgive him, but maybe tonight he could convince her to. She sighed, throwing a cracker on the floor in frustration, the fucking nerve he had to show up, she thought.
She made her way to the bleachers, where she sat down and tried to calm herself down. She put her head in her hands and then sighed loudly again, rolling her eyes. Her phone suddenly lit up, and messages stormed her notifications.
Ansel Elgort hey, where are you?
nyla<3 in my grave wbu deleted
She ignored the text message and continued the emotional warfare that cluttered her head. She couldn't believe after 3 years that he was here and she didn't want him here... partially. She couldn't get over him even if she tried. Because he was perfect, he was everything she ever wanted. He didn't care for popularity, he was himself and he was genuine. He was sweet, caring and nice. Most importantly, he made Nyla happy.
It was weird to think that such a caring boy would leave Nyla after promising something so close to her heart. Nyla knew deep inside that Timothée would never leave for popularity and fame, but that's exactly how it felt watching him blow up and become so popular and have a huge platform, leaving Nyla alone without anyone to guide her.
"Hey, have you seen Nyla?" Nyla looked up to see Ansel going around asking people where she was.
"No, I don't think she's even coming," The person replied, which made Nyla raise an eyebrow. She knew exactly who that was by her voice. Rachel Walton.
"Oh," Ansel's face dropped. Maybe it was good that they thought she wasn't here, then maybe she wouldn't have to confront them. Nyla continued looking at Ansel, Violetta and Timothée, waves of nostalgia rushing through Nyla's veins.
Ansel looked at Timothée, and then Violetta and said something, that made them go their separate ways, Violetta and Ansel went one way while Timothée went the other. Timothée's eyes scanned around the room for Nyla, and that's when his eyes hit the bleachers, spotting a certain brown eyed girl. His eyes lit up as Nyla tried to hide her face, seeing as it wasn't working, she got up from her sitting position and started walking away from Timothée, trying to be nonchalant about it. She started walking faster, keeping her eyes locked on the floor as she heard the footsteps getting closer.
Suddenly, she felt a tug on her shoulder, turning her around to face the curly-haired boy. Nyla tried to swallow the large lump in her throat but it just wouldn't go down, leaving Nyla speechless.
"Why are you walking away from me?" He asked, Nyla still stunned from the confrontation.
"I-" Nyla couldn't even choke out one word to say to him.
"What?"
"Why are you here?" Nyla blurted out, which is definitely not what she intended to say.
"Same reason as you," He furrowed his eyebrows. "I was invited."
"Well you shouldn't have come," Nyla replied, deciding to ignore her emotions and just push Timothée away.
