The Bad Boy [Carter Reynolds]

The bad boy (26)

"Don't you think it's a little too much?" I asks, viewing myself in the mirror. It's long, too long. Elegant, and it's not my color. None of this is really me and I don't like any of the dresses my mom has picked out, but this was the only one that looked "normal".

But I really just want to get it over with so it didn't really matter. The color is pink, I like pink but this was a bit too much for my mood.

I haven't smiled for a long time, all I ever did was pity myself. I don't really want to go to prom anymore, it doesn't feel right.

Before I ruined everything, I would always imagine myself going o prom with the perfect guy of my dream. I have been to prom before, but that was just with the douche in my class that bailed on me later on, and hopefully this will be better than before. But I guess I'll just have to go and hope it ends quickly.

It would been much better of my friends would talk to me, Kayla won't even look at me. And Matt is just going after her and I haven't spoken to neither of then in days. She's just hanging around with Tiffany and all those jocks while Matt is just following behind her like some pet.

I wish they could've been something. I wish she could've noticed him instead she's making the same mistake I did.

"It's gorgeous sweetie" she says smiling briefly, touching up my hair. My curly hair falls on my stomach when my mom finished curling it, while I did my makeup.

My makeup was simple yet fancy. And I actually not looked like a monster for once. I hadn't bother to put on makeup for a while, so this was a SUPRISE.

I stare at my dress for a while before finally realizing that this is not the dress that I want to wear.

"It's not..I don't know..I think I'm gonna find something from my own closet" I sigh, staring at my reflection in disgust. To be honest, it looked gorgeous, but it wasn't me.

"But?!" She tries to protest me. Dramatically causing a fight but I'm too tired for that.

"Please" I say, pleading. She stares at me before she finally scoffs when she sees that I'm miserable in the dress.

"Okay fine" she looks disappointed but it just makes me roll my eyes. I have sacrificed enough for her already.

"Thanks" I sigh as she leaves the room, closing the door after her

I change into one of my favorite dresses, that I have never actually used. It's tight at the top but loose at the bottom.

I finish up with some black heels and headed out door. My mom drives me there quickly giving me a hugs when we arrived, wishes me good luck and warns me about dancing with the wrong guys.

It made me really annoyed even after all the bullshit and the sacrifice, I had to go through for her happiness and her sickness of worrying to much about me. But I just push it away, hugs her back and make my way into hell..

I mean school.

Entering the big door, loud music entered my ears, and I could barely hear my heels clicking because of the loud music getting louder and louder at ever step I take to the big room were everyone were dancing.

The hall was crowded and it was too loud. People were walking around, looking like snakes. Not drunk, but totally acting like it.

This is prom not a strip club, I tell myself when I look at the dirty girls drooling their heads over some of the good looking guys.

I rolled my eyes and continued walking past people, pushing them away when they accidiently touched me.

My eyes darted to my friends dancing like crazy. Most shocking of all I see Cameron and Tiffany making out, I never seen them do it in front of me or people actually.

I thought it was just a rumor they were telling people. I guess the rumors were true then. Matt had her hands around Kayla while grinding in her. To be honest it looked disgusting seeing my friends like this.

Whenever Matt would touch her she would always push him away and laugh. I'm glad for whatever they have now, even though they don't look so happy.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I walked closer them. Weeks ago I would've have run home crying if I saw Tiffany and Cameron making out but now my emotions isn't taunting me. I don't feel anything. This past week, have I felt nothing but numb.

Spinning around before my friends notice me. Figuring out that this was a wrong idea to just go to them and dance, it's not like before were I could run up to them and have fun.

They hate me now, and I have no idea on what to so about that. So I walk to the table and take a glass of something. I don't really know actually. Just Something.

Quickly swallowing it, I furrow my eyebrows in disgust. It was a taste of coke and liquor...kind of.

"Not so good, huh?" A familiar voice says beside me, making me immediately smirk as the butterflies starts to growl in my stomach.

My body spins around facing him, as my head tilts to the side. A half smirk appears on his face when he sees me making me immediately blush.

"What's in these?" I asks pointing at the cup in disgust.

"I think it's just soda" he laughs, and chuckled cutely like he always does.

"Oh okay, maybe I'm just being picky" my laugh joins his, and it felt like ages since I've laughed like that.

After a while the volume gets lower but slower. Looking around I see people gathering finding partners and slowly dance.

I look back at him and noticed him studying me from top to toe, and all I did was smiling awkwardly. He smirks, as he scoots closer to me. I immediately blush, and tried to ignore the nervous feeling I get when he gets closer.

"You look gorgeous" he says brushing hair away from my face.

"Thanks" I say, staring down not knowing what to say next. Things I hate about myself that I get too awkward and embarrassed when people compliments me.

"Wanna dance?" He asks in his typical dark voice as he takes my hands, leading me to the floor before I get the chance to answer.