Starting Over

Prom

It’s been almost two weeks since I first ate dinner at Trevor’s house.  Since then I’ve been over eight times.  My mom jokingly asked me if I moved in already, making me blush.  He has really started to grow on me, with all of the chemistry study sessions and late night movies and dinners we’ve had together, I think I might really like him.

And another weird thing.  I haven’t seen him in the last two days outside of school and I kind of miss him.  When I revealed this to Kristen earlier today, when she apologized (for the twelfth time – I counted) for what she said to me that night, she told me not to miss him too much because he’s going to be with another girl at prom tonight.

I smiled, assuring her that I would try not to.  With that, she walked across my room and into my bathroom, where both of our dresses were hanging.  I followed her and saw her staring at my dress and then my stomach.  It was starting to grow, but it only looked like I have a muffin top that can be mistaken for me randomly gaining weight.  My boobs were also looking pretty plump and the falling neckline of the dress sure would help accentuate that.

“Can you still fit your dress,” Kristen asked me.

“I hope so,” I laughed nervously.  “I mean, I don’t think I gained that much weight… Did I?”

“Um,” Kristen stalled, avoiding the question.  “Let’s try the dress on.”

I laughed nervously as Kristen helped me put on the dress.  “I can fit it,” I lied.  The bodice was squeezing my stomach so tight it was hard to take deep breaths.  Kristen looked at me skeptically, but then let it go.

“Okay.  Well we can put it back on after hair and makeup.”  I quickly agreed and Kristen came across the bathroom to help me. 

“What time is Matt picking us up,” I asked.  Matt offered to take both of us as his date, and even though I refused multiple times they kept insisting and I eventually gave in.

“He should be here around 8:30,” Kristen answered.  “That gives us four hours to get ready.”

I sighed.  That will barely be enough time.  Even though Kristen and I already got our nails done, we both needed to straighten our hair.  Kristen’s pixie cut only takes half an hour max, but my elbow length hair takes almost two hours to straighten.  In the end, it will be worth it.

At 8:30 on the dot, the doorbell rang.  I tried my best not to think it was Trevor, telling me that he decided not to take Abigail and that I’m the one he wants to spend the night with.

“Kristen, Cassidy, Matt’s here,” my mom yelled up the stairs.

“Coming,” we answered back in unison.

We were all dolled up, and I let Kristen go down the stairs first.  When all the attention was still on her, I rushed down the steps as to not cause a commotion.

“Oh Cassidy sweetheart,” my mother cooed, “you were supposed to wait at the top of the stairs so I can get some pictures of you.”

I blushed, clearly failing in trying not to be noticed.  “You look beautiful,” my mother continued.  Matt and Kristen quickly agreed and I smiled thankfully.

“Okay.  Let me get some pictures of the three of you, then Matt and Kristen, and then Kristen and Cassidy.”

Fifteen minutes later we walked outside to Matt’s rented convertible with our corsages on our wrists and our clutches in our hands.

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            “Can you believe we graduate in less than a month,” Rachel gushed at the small group at the table.

            “No,” Margret exclaimed.  “I remember the first day, freshman year.  I only knew one person and you, Cassidy, it seemed like you knew everyone.  You were instantly popular.”

            I laughed.  “No way.  I just knew a lot of people from middle school.  And if I was so popular, maybe I’d have a date tonight,” I joked.

            “Oh, you could’ve had a date,” John said with a wink.  John was cute with his caramel skin and pretty hazel eyes but he was too invested in his video games that one time I was interested in dating him.  I blushed at his comment, making him wink again.  “Come dance with me.”  I didn’t think it was much of a question, but I didn’t have anything better to do.  If I ate another one of those vegetable spring rolls I would burst out of my already-too-small dress.

            I took John’s extended hand and followed him to the dance floor.  We passed Matt and Kristen and Kristen gave me a smile – she must have gotten a drink from somewhere if she thought our dance meant something.

            We slow danced and sang along and rapped and had a great time but eventually my five-inch heels were telling my feet to sit down.

            I thanked John for the dance and walked over to the drinks table for water and sat in a nearby chair.  For what felt like the one-hundredth time tonight I tried and failed to avoid looking at Trevor and Abigail.  They looked great together and I kept hoping Trevor would ask me to dance.  They spoke when they arrived and Trevor told me I looked beautiful tonight, but after that they’ve been in their own world.

            I took another sip of my water, thinking if I should take pictures or eat another spring roll, when someone came in front of me.

            I was surprised to see Trevor standing in front of me.  “Did I tell you, you look beautiful tonight?”

            I blushed.  “I think so.”  I knew so.  I still couldn’t shake the feeling it gave me.

            He extended his hand.  “May I have this dance,” he asked.

            I took his hand and he guided me to the dance floor.  Even though my feet were killing me, I think the adrenaline was keeping me standing.

            As soon as we stepped on the dance floor, “Almost is Never Enough” by Ariana Grande featuring Nathan Sykes started playing.

            I loved this song sang some of the words in my head, “And we can deny it as much as we want, but in time our feelings will show.”

            Trevor held me close with his hands on my waist and my head on his shoulder.  I’ve never felt so safe.  I’ve never felt so happy.

            We were silent as we danced, but the butterflies in my stomach were making enough commotion for me.  I tried to take in every part of this moment; Kristen smiling at me, Abigail at the table with a couple of her friends, Trevor’s scent, and Darrien blatantly staring.  After seeing him, I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply.

The problem is, I don’t remember exhaling.

I know, I know. ANOTHER cliffhanger.  It should be illegal for me to do them since I don’t post regularly.  But I will post another part no later than next week.

 

Also, I’m going to continue my other story, Trapped.  Hopefully I’ll update it today.

 

Check out the song I attached.  I listened to it while writing this chapter.

 

I hope you liked the chapter.  I rewrote it almost five times!

 

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xoxo

Alexis