The story of nearly everything

Chapter three

Maybe I should give you some details. But only enough to ease your hunger for love and gossip. Only a smidgen to keep the flame of curiosity burning. I wore a dress. A beautiful white dress with a filigree of pale blue lace, like frost on a window.
I thought it was perfect for the winter dance, and so did he, I guess. It was what made him stay. The green eyed boy who was way out of my league.
It seemed my clumsiness had finally brought something together, instead of breaking it apart.
It was definitely the dress, because the night was a disaster. I said I would only tell a little, so I'll simply outline the night for you. It started great. He picked me up and I cursed my parents for it but they snapped a million blurry, thumb invaded photos before I dragged him out of the door. I'll skip the next hour, as it was mainly uneventful. It was after 8 o'clock when things got juicy. We were goofily dancing to the love shack, screeching it out at the top of our lungs. Then it abruptly stopped. We froze in our tracks and stared at the front of the room, where the DG was stationed. The music resumed, but as a slow waltz.
My heart nearly stopped. A slow dance! I was wearing heels, what if I stood on his foot!
I was panicking so much I felt light headed. I looked up at him cautiously and our eyes met in the middle. He flashed me one of his charismatic smiles, the one that made girls faint in the hallway. His arm snaked around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I tentatively rested my shaking hand on his shoulder and we began to move to the music, his forest green eyes locked on mine.
Here's a lesson in life:
Never go to the winter dance with the most popular and cruel girl in the schools ex boyfriend.
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I know a have a tendency to trip over my own feet but this foot was not mine.
It wore a bright red stiletto and a small tattoo snaked around her ankle. I would know that foot anywhere. It snapped through the hallways everyday. I guess it's true that the devil wears Prada because this girl was definitely as satan-like as they get. And then it happened. The most popular girl in schools stiletto clad foot threw me straight into the wooden gym floor.
And the worst bit?
She got away with it.

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The next day was torture. There were no taunts, no insults. Just following stares of sympathy the burned through me like lasers. I could feel their hungry gazes following me long after I had slipped into a cubicle in the girls toilets and hid from history class. I eventually emerged for lunch and tried my best to slip into the cafeteria unnoticed. I failed. I scanned the room for a place to sit but only one table was free, a table right next to the queen herself. And her cerulean eyes were right on me. I scanned again without success and picked my way towards the table as slowly as possible. Trying not to focus on her shark smile and lush, tumbling hair. How could such a beautiful person be so ruthless? So full of snark and evil. Back them I never would of thought that she would become such a big part of my story. Back then I didn't dwell on things like that. The future. Now all I think about is the past. The regrets, the broken promises.
And the pieces of me that I poured down potholes until my veins ran dry. Sometimes I forget.

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" It's all fun and games until somebody loses their mind" - Taylor Swift, Wonderland.

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YAY! It's finally another chapter. I haven't updated since forever and I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry if this is really boring but it will hopefully get better as I go along.
I have lots of plans for the next few chapters and I will try and update as soon as possible!

- Maia :) ( wickedismylife )