"Why in the heck are Ты wearing that?" my mother asked. I looked into my full-body mirror in my bedroom inside this tiny apartment, studying the short, yellow, frilly gown. I sware to God..I gleam in this, Mom! I thought. "It looks еще like a scrap-of-a-dress." I ignored her.

It was the день of my high-school prom, the last prom I'd ever go to. I was going to graduate this summer. I sorta wanted to come out with a bang. My eyes, just like moms, looked bigger, darker, and gorgeous when I was wearing yellow. My choppy black hair seemed to shine more. This IS the perfect dress, I thought. My cat mewed Далее to me. I picked him up, rubbing his Избранное spot, right inbetween his ears. He purred in response, motor running sixty miles and hour. "Mom," I say, giving my voice some edge, "I Любовь this dress. I want to wear it. I have to wear it. Please?"

"Well.." my mother thought. She tapped her cheekbone with her index finger. "I guess. But atleast wear a sweater over it, love. It's cold." I looked outside.

"Fine," I sigh. THe golds, reds, and yellows seemed to reflect any darkness. The only absorbed sunlight, taking in all of the warm they can before they hit the ground and shatter. A car horn honked outside.

"Kates!" my friend Lily calls, poking her dyed, bright red head out of her blue мустанг convertable, "c'mon, chica! We'll be late!" I hurry, slipping on my simple (but elegant) black flats, grabbed my mini under-the-arm looking metallic кошелек and head out the door. I text my mom, saying that I'll be Главная by eleven.

или so I thought.

Lily pulls up to our school. The place is glowing green, red, and blue. Oh, crap, I think. Here we go. I pull out my sweater, slipping it on. I plan to take it off as soon as I start dancing. I leave my кошелек in the car, but slip my phone into my sweater jacket. Just in case, I think. A low whistle echoes through the gym, now converted into a wonderlad of silver, white and чирок blues. I turn around to find my guyfriend, Erin. He looks amazing in his plain white tux, a red corsage tucked into his pocket. His tie is red as well. "Dang.." he mumbles. He looks at me up and down. "You look..WOW." My cheeks flush. He laughs. "Can we dance? I mean..just friend-to-friend-"
"Shut up and dance, Erin," I say, implanting a grin on his face and mine. I dance with him to some funky pop station. I go to get some punch. I lift the drink to my mouth and spit it out as soon as I see him.
THE him.
As in super-hot him.
The boy is tan. Very tan. His hair is choppy, dark, wavy. He smells of some rich cologne, and oh, God, some kind've musky earth smell. I Любовь it. He flashes an ultra-bright smile at me.I melt. I feel like I'm slinking to the floor, but Lily's pulling me down.
"What heck're Ты doing? Stop gawking! You're so friggin' weird." She gets up. I get up, smooth my hair. An icy cold touch on my neck makes my hair stand up. I turn around.
He's behind me.
RIGHT behind me.
Staring at me like I'm some kind've jewel.
"H..Hi..Hey," I say, stuttering.
"Hello," he says. His voice is liquid warmth. His touch makes my blood freeze, but his voice melts it away like a slushie.
Hm. Strange.