Chapter 23.

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Unsure. That's how I feel right about now.

Staring myself at the mirror, I look different and not only that, I feel unlinke my normal casual self.

" Okay, one last thing." She says coming up behind me.

"What?" I hope it's not some jewelery or worse, make up, because I'm happy with what I have on now, just light gloss.

"Have fun." I turn around to face her, where she gives me a small smile.

I trail my eyes down to my feet. I can't take her smile anymore since it's rubbing off on me.

There's a jolt of excitement while the bigger part of fear, for feeling and looking this different weighs on me, even though it's just me in a dress.

A dress, geez ,when was the last time I wore a dress, I mean it's been years since I've worn a dress and actually identifying myself as less then what many have claimed me as. A freak.

" Okay wear your shoes and get out of here." She waves me off.

Putting on my pink ballet flats, I take another peek at the mirror before heading to the door. I glance over my shoulder one last time at Vicky for strength and more so reassurance, that tonight I'll certainly have a good time and that it's okay to feel this, nice.

With a nod from her and a deep breath from myself, I head out and this time letting myself let loose and just to give myself a chance to feel .

White dress with some brown beading, pink ballet flats, hair pinned to the side and left hanging on the other, that's all me .


Walking in the hall, I take in my surroundings. It looks quite different, vibey and almost prom like then its original feel . The whole room is filled with nice decorations, a big welcome sign is hung on the far end wall, snacks and cool drinks fill two long tables on each two opposite sides of the room, balloons hang individually all around the room while music blares and the disco ball changes colour.

It's quite strange that these things go together and I'd be laughing right about now at the music which sucks but I can't, because I'm too busy searching for any sign of Connor.

2 or 3 minutes of scanning around the room with my eyes and waiting for him to show up, I immediately give up and tell myself that he won't show up. I close my eyes for a second, deciding to just go but I don't get far with that thought when I hear someone say." Looking for someone?"

A nervous smile crosses my lips and I roll my eyes before turning around to face Connor.

Instantly I notice his smirk fall off his face and already I regret showing up like this. Dread wants to take over as I watch him not say anything, but stare at me with a blank expression.

Not being able to handle this anymore, I walk past him, only to not get far when his hand shoots out and grabs my arm, spinning me around to face him." Where are you going?"

"Back." I respond breathlessly.

" You are not going anywhere, I won't let you, not tonight." He says determined.

" Connor I already feel out of place right now and I think it's best I go." I protest.

"Out of place, what the heck?!" He says incredulously .

" Language." I warn.

He rolls his eyes at me. " Bea you are far from being out of place, you're the only one that I can see in this room." He says in a more serious expression.

"Please don't say things like that." I say, closing my eyes for a minute.

I try to calm this hard beating heart of mine.

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