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(Lol. Anyways. Night! Or olay! Or something ā¦)
(Lol. Anyways. Night! Or olay! Or something ā¦)
(Gdi, Night!)
"Alright, we're going to do prince and princess first because of course we are. Save the best for last. Now our prom prince, according to the results isā¦" There was a drum roll as the president pulled out a paper. "Matt Dillians!" The crowd cheered as the oh so famous boy's soccer team striker walked on stage to receive his crown. However, the president didn't give it to him. "You must be crowned by our lovely prom princess." He laughed. "Who might that be?" "Our princess, according to the results is a bit surprising but it isā¦" Another drumroll. "Belle Adams!" The crowd gasped, as did she. "Wait what?!" "You heard me correctly folks, the quietest girl in the entire grade got prom princess."
Ryan chuckled, āGo,ā he whispered, giving her a little nudge in the direction.
Darren watched the stage curiously, Matt was a dick, he knew that which had to make Belle nervous right?
(Morning)
(Morning!)
She could feel the spotlight, literally and figuratively, pointing at her. She took a deep breath and walked up. Matt smiled his typical fuckboy smile. "My princess." He purred. "You realize this means we're siblings, not dating, right?" She responded coldly. "Whatever you say, doll." She rolled her eyes. "Right, first, prince. Would you please do the crowning?" The president handed her a gold crown that looked like the king's, but a lot less detailed. She laid it on his head, trying to go slow so it wouldn't seem out of place. "And I shall crown my princess." He took the golden tiara and placed it on her own head, looking her up and down.
(Would it please you if I didnāt go to swimming this morning? Does that count as a break?)
(Yes. Yes it would.)
(Morning!)
She could feel the spotlight, literally and figuratively, pointing at her. She took a deep breath and walked up. Matt smiled his typical fuckboy smile. "My princess." He purred. "You realize this means we're siblings, not dating, right?" She responded coldly. "Whatever you say, doll." She rolled her eyes. "Right, first, prince. Would you please do the crowning?" The president handed her a gold crown that looked like the king's, but a lot less detailed. She laid it on his head, trying to go slow so it wouldn't seem out of place. "And I shall crown my princess." He took the golden tiara and placed it on her own head, looking her up and down.
(Keep it in the family or keep it in your pantsā¦)
Ryan clenched his jaw, this Matt kid was probably the douche she was telling him abaout before.
(Yes. Yes it would.)
(Fine then I will go in the hallway and do algebra while I talk to you. Good?)
(Some of the guys saw me so Iāll tell hem I had a headache. I always have headaches)
(Shush you!)
"Alright, would you two please take a seat?" He went for her hand but she pulled it in front of her and clasped them together as she sat in her respected throne. She could feel his presence next to her like a ghost, feeling his eyes move up and down over her body. She would've slapped him if she could've. "Next, our prom king isā¦" Drumroll. "Darren Anderson!"
Darren smiled like he had been expecting it, keeping his ācool kidā attitude the entire time. He kissed Lillianās cheek and walked on the up confidently.
(Are we having Lillian or Darrenās ex?)
(Drama! Drama! Drama!)
(Hahaha don't tell me how to do my job.)
"And our prom queen isā¦" You get the idea by now. "Lillian Phoenix!" Belle smiled. Her favorite couple got prom king and queen, how sweet.
Darrenās face lit up, he hadnāt expected that but he was thrilled.
(Now we waitā¦)
(Should we just skip over her part for now?)
(IāM HERE!)
Lillian froze for a second when she heard her name. How the fuck did this happen. She smiled, lofted her chin up, and made her way up to the stage to stand next to Darren.
(Que pasta!)
(I put my CRUTCHES in my locker and walke dot McDonaldās it was worth it)
(Why in the world did you do that?!)
(I was hungry and I donāt want to wait for 5th period to eat)
(Okay, but like without your crutches??? They are supposed to help you with this???)
(I feel helped, I donāt like them)
(I didnāt die without them)
(sigh But you use them the rest of the time right?)
(Yes maāam. I can get rid of them by the end of the week)
(Itās just supposed to help with healing the bruising or something)
(Okay good.)
(Are you momming me?)
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