.
We were dancing.
Prom king and prom Queen we were, and a couple shouts,
"Save the last dance for them!" from belle,
"tumblrworthy"
from Charly,
and even
"I could beat them in a day" from the Bitches.
It was the best thing.
I'd been given it all.
A crown, gratitude (although I don't know why!), the presents, the brooch, and yet, all I cared about was Nathan.
I don't know maybe it was the way he blushed every time I saw him, or how he was the o my one who could beat me at a good game of Mario Kart, he was the only one.
I guess it was the fact that if I respected his past, he'd respect my future, and he really keeps that promise.
"Nathan" I say.
"Yes, Jaz?" He says.
"Thank you" I say, a small tear dropping down the side of my face.
"For everything. For the movie, for the times, everything. I can't believe this. I really can't. It all seems like. a dream. And if you must know, I didn't just start loving you, from the moment you said that my voice sounded good, you seemed to just be there. I kickstarted acting because of you. I just feel like I haven't done enough for you."
I exclaim, my voice shaking and my hands jittering.
He smiles, and looks at me carefully.
"Jaz, this is not it."
I had no idea what it meant but really I didn't care.
*******
"JAZ YOU HAVE TO TRY THIS FOOD OH MY GOD" Demi screams, handing me a slice of sponge cake. I can barely understand her, because she's stuffing heaps of random food into her mouth.
"OH HI JAZ! Wanna come dance with me?" Serena says, in what seems to be an extremely fake nice voice.
"Thanks, but no thanks. I'm sick of your shit" I say angrily.
"Oh, that's too bad." She says, before pushing me to the ground and stealing the bracelet my mother gave me.
"Oh? What's this? Did that stupid nerd boy buy you this?" she says, before taking all the beads from it and slapping me.
"You didn't deserve prom Queen. You're a loser. You're just a dork!" Her voice taunts me, as if ten thousand ghosts we're escaping my throat, giving me nothing pain and speechless words.
I've heard those words before.
Way back when I started my fourth year at primary school.
Someone had pushed me into the playground pole and threw my ds onto the concrete.
I started to cry and scream. I was ten, I didn't have a clue what to do.
"You're CRYING? What a spaz!"
"Jaz the spaz!"
And then the worst one would hit me.
"dork."
that word.
That one word could make or break me and I broke. Fast.
Everything around me felt hazy.
