Savannah was the ultimate badgirl and the leader of her gang of girls. They had a strict policy against love and could go to any extent to show how much ignorant they could stay from love. With ruling the highschool's underworld, she almost never ca...
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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT | The Last Dance
"WHERE ARE THE masquerade masks?" Natalie flipped out, nails digging into the the car's upholstery to look for the masks for concealing our faces.
"I have mine with me," Holly chirped as she faced us with her eyes hidden under a pink and silver mask with a pointy feather sticking on the top.
"Same," Cora held up her gold mask in her hands. "Help me tie it up, Holls."
"YEAH BUT I CAN'T FIND THEIR MASKS!" Natalie growled, her entire form bent into the car while all of us were gathered outside the car waiting to go inside. She meant me and Savannah. "Wait, I found mine." The mask she held up between her two fingers was a red one. It suited her dress so it really was hers.
"Found it!" She suddenly exclaimed and turned around sharply to reward us our masks for this night. Mine was the dark Venetian mask. The kind of mask that covered the entire face, only exposed the mouth area. Yeah, that kind of a mask.
"I look like people who torture puppies for the fun of it, " I assumed when I found the empty eye spaces of the mask staring back at me. If I wore it, maybe I'd sprout two horns and go on a killing spree. I shuddered at that thought. Yeah, I still couldn't come to killing people and taking their lives away from them. I was far from that. Punching was all I that I mastered.
"Put it on," Cora ordered. I did.
"Savannah, here is yours." Savannah was still in the car, the last cigarette of the day tucked inbetween her delicate fingers. She extended her hand out to grab the mask and I saw the thin, fragile looking diamond bracelet on her wrist. Soon, she stepped out of the car. Her dress was dark but almost bluish, almost like the night sky. It shimmered as if the stars had planted themselves on her gown. There was a slit down her thighs, her long legs thriving out in the open ready to stomp on men and their egos.
Art.
This is art.
I was so glad for the mask that covered my entire face. She couldn't see the warmth on my cheeks or the birth of awkwardness in me.
I felt her dark gaze on me. They shamelessly roamed the entire length of my 6'2 frame until they landed on my face. Her navy blue, embroidered glitter mask was resting above her nose. Those strong, sharp cheek bones led to a slight curvature of her chin and then her neck. The neckline of her gown plunged so deep that I could see a clear outline of her cleavage, dipping straps of the gown supported by a flimsy piece of cloth that hugged her waist.
I could literally see Savannah's hips sway from side to side when she approached me or maybe that was due to her heels. Yeah.
