Mini Foley- Book 3, The End

11. Blood

"I don't wear dresses." I sighed, looking at the two dresses I had in my closet. 'Monty' groaned again "Just pick a fucking dress!" He walked over to the closet and pointed at a peach and silver dress. I'd bought this dress a while ago, when I was dating Monty, but I never wore it.

"Wear that one, you never did end up wearing it anyways." He told me with a smile. I took it from it's hanger, looking around my dark room for the light switch. Speaking of my room, I'd changed it up a bit the night before.

My white bed was now in the middle of my room, my brown carpets making it look whiter than it was. Pictures were stuck up on my walls, all wonky but I loved them. One of Montgomery's old teddies lay on my bed, I hugged it every night.

I stared around my room, my comfort zone, my place. This was where I felt the most safe. This is where I'd always want to be at the end of the day, no matter what. "Earth to Angie! You good?" Monty chuckled, standing infront of me. I snapped back, looking up at him.

I nodded "Yeah, I'm fine. Let's get this stupid dance over and done with." Zach would be here in 20 minutes, I'd already spent a lot of the time choosing my dress.

Once my dress was on, I stared at myself in my mirror. I looked myself up and down, feeling the dress and the shape of my body. I was an hourglass, in this dress at least. My hair was straight and tucked behind my ears perfectly.

"I wish I could be taking you to this dance, you look perfect." Monty stated, smiling genuinely at me. I nodded and smiled back "Me too, I'd give anything." I sighed.

Monty came closer, his precious lips seconds away from touching mine. A loud honk, a car, could be heard from outside- stopping Montgomery in his tracks. He smirked "My replacement is here." He chuckled, backing away.

I frowned "It's not a replacement, it's nothing like that I-" He cut me off with another laugh. "I'm kidding, just save me a dance....okay?" He joked in a soft voice. I smiled and nodded "Maybe going crazy isn't such a bad thing after all."

I met Zach outside of his car, he was dressed nicely as expected. He grinned widely, causing me to blush and look away in embarrassment. "You look gorgeous." He complimented, taking my hand. "Can I get you anything? Hungry? Thirsty?" He added.

"One dance. Do not bribe me, Zachary Dempsey." I sternly said, looking him in the eyes. He rolled his eyes and groaned "It was worth a shot, anyways."

We drove in a comfortable silence, some music drowning out the moment. I stared out of the window at the dark blue sky and the lights on the sidewalk, counting the many stars that I could already see. Monty's words stayed stuck in my head, 'save me a dance' I could certainly try.

I felt nervous as we pulled up to the dance, the anxiety of it all finally becoming more and more clear to me as time went on. My brain told me that as soon as I went through those doors, there was no backing out. It was quite scary, especially without Monty to hold my hand and tell me it was okay.

Zach's hand found mine, exactly as that thought of Monty ran through my head. I looked down at my hand and then back at Zach "It's okay, one dance and then we can go." He told me, pushing a piece of rouge hair out of my face.

I took a deep breath and opened Zach's car door. The line to the dance was moving quickly, the people just walked slowly. If that makes any sence.

My heart beat was fast yet it was as if I couldn't feel it or it wasn't there at all. I wished that I'd not agreed to this dance, but I was a woman of my word.

We got in and I felt kind of relieved, I hadn't backed out and I stood my ground. Zach held my hand in his, guiding me around the dance floor to a spot at the bleachers. "We don't have to dance yet, if you don't want to." He began with a smile. "You can get comfortable first." He added.

I liked this about him, he read me quite well. I wasn't surprised though when he reached into his pocket and pulled a bottle of what smelled like alcohol out. He took a few swigs before offering it to me, I took it of course. I needed to calm myself down.

I downed some and passed it back, not even squinting at the taste anymore. The music was deafening but when you've lived a life of partying, you get used to it.

I looked around, seeing familiar faces all around. I noticed a lonely Charlie, grabbing some punch by himself. I took Zach by the arm and walked towards the other boy.

"I know for a fact that Charlie St George did not come to a school dance by himself." I joked, smiling at him. Charlie shook his  head and smiled back, pointing over at Jess "I came with Jessica, actually. Are you and Zach a thing now?" He questioned.

"No way! You with Jess? Seriously?" I couldn't believe he was here with Jess of ALL people. Monty always said that Charlie was more of the quiet type, I didn't think he'd be into someone like her.

"No we're not a thing." I finally answered him, stepping a little bit away from Zach. Charlie nodded "Well, my date is about to be stolen so I gotta go save her." Charlie soon walked off to fund Jess with Deigo.

Me and Zach finally decided to have our dance, not choosing a slow or romantic song to dance to. He held out his hand for me and walked me to the middle of the Gym. "Can you even dance to this song?" I asked as Zach put his hands on my waist.

He shrugged and we started to 'dance' at an okay speed to the song. It was actually not bad, I was beginning to enjoy myself. Maybe it was the alcohol.

Zach spun me around and caught me close in his arms, his eyes looking down at me. I could practically smell the lust on him, his whole body reeked of it. I wasn't sure it I was ready to be in that situation in public.

He leant to kiss me, grazing my lips before I pushed him away forcefully. People looked around to see Zach on his back side, on the floor. I jumped, my arms around my body. "I'm sorry, I thought- Nevermind." He started to say,

I helped him up and walked him to a corner so we could talk alone, I needed to be honest with him while the alcohol was in my body. I wouldn't be confident enough any other time. He sat down on a bench, I could tell he'd drunk more- god knows when.

"We need to talk." I simply said. Zach nodded, looking up at me this time. "I don't know how I feel about this whole situation." I continued with a sigh.

"It's okay, let's just go with the flow. We don't have to label anything." His words started to slur. Was this man a lightweight? I shook my head "No, that's not what I mean! I'm sorry if I'm getting you confused but I just can't do it. I feel guilty."

He groaned and nodded "Okay, fine. It's cool." He didn't seem like it. I looked around, spotting my brother. "I'm gonna go talk to Justin, I'll see you...whenever." With that, I went to find him. I wanted to leave right this second.

I pulled Justin to the side, startling him slightly. "Did you bring your car? Do you have the keys?" I bombarded him, confusing him.

"Yeah, sure. Why? What's happened?" He replied, handing me the keys to the car. I ran my hand through my hair out of stress and anxiousness "It's Zach, he's drunk and he tried kissing me. I just can't do it right now." I said, heading out of the door.

Justin headed into the direction I came from, looking for Zach I presumed. I didn't care, I went to sit in Justin and Clay's car to calm down.

"I didn't think Zachy was your type anyways." A voice beside me snickered. I faced the dark haired 'ghost' beside me and groaned loudly. "Fuck off!"

A/n

So I died.
Um, bro idk what the fuck is up with this hoe rn but we're moving. Anyways, hope you liked this chapter bc it took ages bc my fucking muse decided to say goodbye❤️