Okay, I know this is RIDICULOUSLY late but a lot has happened over the last month and a bit. I went to London, I went to Leeds, My Grandmother sadly passed away (peacefully in her sleep) and I started college. So hopefully you can understand the delay.
And I would just like to clarify, no matter if I don't update for another month or week or whatever, I WILL NOT STOP WRITING THIS STORY UNTIL IT IS FINISHED. I've only ever left one story unfinished and I swore to myself that I wouldn't do it again.
Anyway, onwards and upwards.
"You're a shooting star I see,
A vision of ecstasy,
When you hold me, I'm alive,
We're like diamonds in the sky."
"So, tell me about the jackass who's bringing you to prom."
It was Thursday evening, and Ezra and I were in the middle of our weekly Skype date. In front of each of us was an empty package of Raman noodles and a can of soda. We hadn't been able to talk much lately due to last minute assignments I had to do and he correct. However, with prom only a few days away, I figured it was time to break the news that I'd gotten a date to take me.
"He's Rose's twin," I informed him, watching his heavily pixelated face as he tried not to frown. "His name is Bruce and he goes to the boys school down the road. You might have seen him at Homecoming last year." I left out the part where Bruce had a massive crush on me, figuring that such information would not sit well with my slightly jealous boyfriend.
"Is he tall?" Ezra asked, "Strong? Could I take him?"
I laughed at the joke, but Ezra's face remained serious.
"You're seriously jealous of my best friend's brother?" I asked, unbelieving. "Ezra, he's a jock, and thinks that 'Romeo and Juliet' was a film directed by William Shakespeare." Ezra laughed this time and I noticed his eyes become warmer as he relaxed. "Trust me, there's no competition." We smiled at each other for a moment before I let out a sigh. "I wish you could be here to take me."
"I wish I was there to take you, too," Ezra said suggestively, waggling his eyebrows.
"Shut up," I told him bluntly.
"Sorry," he apologised quickly, "I do wish I could go with you, though. I'd be there in a heartbeat, I hope you know that."
"I do," I sighed, "If only it were possible."
The dress was purple, black, drop-hemmed and vintage. The lace and tulle of the skirt swished around me as I swayed from side to side in front of the full length mirror in my dorm. It was beautiful, everything I could have ever wanted in a prom dress, the only thing missing was Ezra at my side with a matching purple tie. Instead, tonight, I'd have Bruce - bulky, clumsy, football-playing Bruce.
I sighed and sat down on my bed, pulling on my spiked heels. Rose had been appalled by my risky choice in dress and shoes, wondering why I'd wear something so edgy and different to her carefully planned 'Moonlight Serenade' themed prom, but I loved the dress too much to care. She herself was wearing a soft pink, silky dress, which skimmed all her curves and made her look like she stepped right out of a Greek Mythology book.
Rose was very much like Spencer in the sense that she had every detail of prom planned perfectly from the colour of the balloons to the scent of the candles to the colours of the band members' bow ties. The dance was being held outdoors under a large canopy, in accordance with the theme, and thankfully the weather was cooperating, as there was no forecast other than sun.
"UGH! Why can't my hair just… behave?!"
I looked up from my shoes and laughed at Amy, who was sitting in front of the vanity looking as if she was ready to kill somebody with the curling iron she was clutching so tightly.
"You know we have to be downstairs for the bus in fifteen minutes, right?" I asked her and then ducked when she threw her foundation brush at me.
"Yes, I knowww, it's not my fault my hair has a mind of its own! It's evil, I swear!" Amy cried, grabbing a straightener and pulling it roughly through her short black hair in an attempt to destroy the curls she'd spent the last forty minutes creating.
Amy was wearing a skin-tight gold dress, which complemented her dark complexion beautifully, as well as appeasing Rose. Her boyfriend was travelling over from his college in Miami to be her date and while I was of course happy for her, I couldn't help but be jealous that she could openly flaunt her relationship tonight.
With a sigh, I checked my hair in the mirror, and swiped some clear lip-gloss onto my nude lips. My hair was pulled over one shoulder and lightly curled. You look stunning, Ezra would say.
"I'll meet you downstairs," I told Amy, standing up and grabbing my clutch and checking my phone. I smiled when I saw Two New Messages from Ezra Fitz on my screen and opened it as I made my way to the front of the school.
I bet you're going to look stunningly beautiful tonight, Aria. I wish I could be there to show you off to everybody. You'll be the belle of the ball. I love you with all my heart, have a brilliant night – Ezra x
I smiled as I read the words on the screen. I made my way out the door of the school and opened the second message.
And tell Bruce to keep his hands to himself. I expect a foot to be left between you as you dance.
I was about to reply when I felt a hand on the small of my back.
I looked up to see Bruce standing beside me with a big smile on his face. I couldn't deny that he was attractive, being Rose's twin there was no way he could be ugly. He had messy blonde hair and a strong jaw, with smoky grey eyes and a smile that made most girls go weak at the knees. I still preferred Ezra though, his tall, dark and handsome look not only made my knees go weak but turned them to complete jelly.
I stowed my phone away and smiled, "Hey, Bruce! You ready to go?" I twisted my body towards him slightly and his hand fell away from where he had placed it.
"Not until I give you this, Ar!" Bruce grinned at me and from behind his back pulled out a purple corsage that had little black beads on it. It matched my dress perfectly and I couldn't help the happy squeal I emitted.
"Bruce! It's perfect!" I chirped.
"A perfect corsage for a perfect girl," he said, smoothly. My smile dropped slightly at his flirty comment but not enough for him to notice. Ezra would have.
He knelt down on his knee and pushed the decoration onto my arm, kissing the back of my hand swiftly as he stood up. I felt a blush spread across my cheeks as he did so and looked away, catching the jealous eyes of a few girls in my grade.
If only they knew the real reason they should be jealous. I'd seen enough scribbles on the bathroom walls about Ezra to know that it wasn't just Madison Mayhew who harboured feelings for my boyfriend.
Bruce stood back up and took my elbow, leading me towards the waiting bus. When we got to the step up into the vehicle, I went to raise up my foot but suddenly found myself being lifted into the air and placed onto the speckled grey floor of the rented school bus.
I turned around to Bruce with shock on my face.
"Sorry," he shrugged, "Can't help but help a pretty girl."
I wanted to scold him for making me feel helpless but I bit my tongue, determined to have a smooth night.
If only I had known what was in store that night and that everything was about to change.
Reviewwwww. I'm actually so excited for the next chapter. I just decided to go in a completely different direction with this story than originally planned :)
Lots of love etc.