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Chapter 40, Lacey

My heart is beating so fast that I'm pretty sure it's going to jump out of my chest any second now. I put my hands on the sink in front of me and try to take deep breaths to calm myself down. The mirror in front of me is filled with different drawings, some of them nice and others, not so much. My own reflection stares back at me and I notice that my cheeks are all red.

I shake my head. I'm not sure what just happened. First I felt like I was in a trance, just staring into Alex's blue eyes, and then... I don't know what hit me. I just panicked.

"Great, things are definitely not going to be awkward now," I mumble to myself sarcastically.

Did I want him to kiss me? The last time he did I pulled away.

Would I have done the same thing now?

I bite my lip as I wonder what the hell I'm going to do now. I guess I should just go back and see what happens, maybe act like nothing happened at all. That would be the easiest way for sure, but would it be the best?

I try to pull myself together as I walk towards the door to exit the bathroom. But before I have time to open the door it's opened by someone from the other side. Dark blue eyes meet mine as I face the person in front of me. 

Fantastic. Just fantastic.

A venomous smile forms on Isabelle's lips as she realises who I am. She closes the door behind her with one hand while the other one is holding a drink.

"Well, well, well. Who do we have here?" she says scanning me up and down.

I glare at her. "I don't have time for you right now," I sigh, trying to get past her, but she doesn't let me.

"I thought I told you to not show up with Alex tonight, and did you listen to me? No."

"Maybe because you had no right to tell me what to do?" I suggest, fake smiling. She gives me an ice cold stare.

"The funny thing is, I'm the one who's had my tongue inside his mouth, not you, and still he asks you to be his date?" she smirks.

I get startled by her comment. She's made out with him? 

"Well at least I'm not a bitch," I shoot back, trying to sound confident. Her smirk fades away.

Her hand moves so quickly that I don't even realise what she's doing until it's too late. Her former drink is now splashed all over my dress.

"You look like shit," she adds before exiting the bathroom.

Anger starts boiling up inside me and I feel the urge to follow her, but there's no way I'm going back to the party looking like this. I already know that this dress, this brand new dress that I couldn't even afford myself, is ruined.

I grab some paper towels to try to get rid of the liquid from my hair but it's useless. I'm afraid to try to clean the dress with them, it'll probably only do more damage. My frustration grows and I throw the paper towels at the garbage can. Of course they miss it and I almost scream out loud. The thing that's holding me back from doing so is the fact that I don't want anyone coming in here now. 

I open the door and peek outside to see if anyone's there. Thankfully the corridor is empty so I step outside of the bathroom. I turn to the left towards an emergency exit, instead of to the right where the party is at, and pick up my speed.

I'm so mad that tears start to well up in my eyes and I feel myself shake out of fury. I hate Isabelle, I hate her so much. She completely ruined this evening for me.

Finally I'm outside. I take a deep breath of fresh air and drag my hand across my eyes to dry my stupid tears. As I look around I see two boys making out with each other. When the emergency exit door slams shut behind me they both jump out of surprise. Now that I can see their faces I notice a familiar one.