My eyes find Kyle in a spilt second. He wears a tux and a black skinny tie. His hair is nicely combed.
My lips turn up in a smile.
"Hey," I greet, my voice soft. His eyes widen, looking over me.
"You look... amazing," He breaths at last. I feel myself blush.
"Thanks," I answer. "You don't look bad either." He smirks.
"Hey," I hear someone say. Turning around, I see Adrain in jeans and a T-shirt. I don't miss the look of sorrow in his eyes.
"Hi," I say. "Aren't you going with us?"
He smirks, trying to hold back what he is really feeling.
"And see you throw a fit because you became Prom Queen?" He shakes his head. "No thanks."
Kyle laughs beside me.
"I'll take a video of it for sure," Danny says behind us. I can't help but laugh.
"You sure you don't want to come?" I offer once again. Adrian nods.
"Yeah, go have fun," he answers. "Not that you don't have fun every day, but have even more fun tonight."
I smile. Walking over to him, my arms embrace him in a hug.
"You look beautiful," he breaths in my ear, so quietly only I can hear.
"Thank you," I tell him, my voice as low as his. I feel his arms tighten around my waist, hugging me tightly.
"Have fun," he repeats, now releasing me from his grip. I nod quickly, turning back to Kyle.
"Ready?" He asks. Megan snorts.
"Don't give her a way to back out now." I give her a playful look.
"Nice try," I mutter, making her blush. "As ready as I will ever be." Kyle leads me outside to his car.
"Mine or yours?" He asks. I shrug.
"We can take yours," I offer. He nods, leading me towards a black BMW.
"Whoa," I say. "Where's your truck?" He shrugs.
"A present from mom," he tells me, a smirk on his lips. I get into the front seat as he gets into the drivers seat.
The purr of the engine reminds me of my car.
"It's nice," I tell him. Kyle rolls his eyes.
"Only a rich girl would say this car is 'nice'. This car is almost as beautiful as you." I blush slightly.
The ride to the school is pretty quiet. Kyle's hand in mine is all I need.
When we arrive, Kyle hands a teacher out tickets and continue to walk forward.
"I am a bad dancer, just to let you know," Kyle mutters, his hot breath against my cheek.
I give him a look. "And that matters why?"
He swallows. "Just in case I step on your foot or piss you off or something..."
I sigh. "Or if I win Prom Queen?" He nods slowly.
As we walk into the gym, there is a line for pictures.
"Do you want one?" Kyle asks, his arm slipping around my waist.
I am about to object, but then I stop myself. It would be a good keep sake if we ever broke up.. because of my slut problem.
"Yeah," I lie, smiling. He leads me toward the line. Luckily, there is only one other couple ahead of us.
As soon as it is our turn, Kyle leads me towards the background. His arm slips back around my waist, bringing me closer to him.
"How many do you want to take?" The guy asks us.
"Three," Kyle answers before I can.
Three?
"Okay first one tell me when you're ready."
Kyle pulls me even closer until our hips are touching. I smile.
"Ready," he says. I hear the click of the camera.
"Next one?"
Kyle turns towards me, holding both my hands. "Ready," he says again. We both smile at each other. The camera clicks.
"Next one?"
"This is going to be a kissing one," I say before Kyle can answer. He smirks at me.
"I was just going to say the same thing," he tells me.
"I will just take it when it looks the best," the guy says.
My arms wrap around Kyle's neck as his wrap around my waist. His lips crash into mine and my eyes close. I feel the spark go off in my chest when the camera clicks.
"Beautiful," the guy says. "How many do you want of each?"
Kyle holds onto my hand as we step away from the back ground. "Two," he answers.
"They should be done in about twenty minutes."
Great.
Kyle leads me more into the gym. It's all dark except for the lights on the dance floor and the little paper lanterns that are hanging in places.
"So this is what a dance is like," I breath. Kyle laughs.
"And it isn't as boring as you think," he adds, planting a kiss on my forehead.
"Only because I'm here with you," I comment.
"God Hailey," he breaths, looking me in the eye now. "You are so beautiful and you don't know it." I smile.
This is Prom.
Authors note-
Here you go!!! Sorry for not updating for a while, (vacation). School will be starting soon for me, but I will try to update when I can.
Isn't the kissing picture so perfect!!! I was like crying because it is soo beautiful!! Even as mean as Hailey is, she can still be beautiful!
Love you guyss!!
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