Together forever and ever

Chapter 18: Wanting to go to Paris

Most teenagers I spoke to told me that homecoming wasn't that big of a deal, and it was pretty boring, or a letdown.

But let me tell you, at a school like this, homecoming is a spectacle that surpasses even the most extravagant scenes from the movies.

As I stepped into the gymnasium, my senses were immediately overwhelmed by the sheer grandeur of it all.

The room was bathed in a kaleidoscope of vibrant lights, casting mesmerizing hues that danced on the walls. The air was thick with anticipation, buzzing with an electric energy that seemed to pulsate through the crowd.

As I made my way further into the throng of students, a veil of fog enveloped the dance floor, adding an ethereal touch to the already enchanting atmosphere.

And then there were the dresses and suits, a dazzling display of elegance and style. The girls shimmered in their gowns, like celestial beings descended from the heavens.

Their dresses hugged their curves, flowing gracefully as they twirled and spun in synchronized harmony. The boys, dashing in their tailored suits, exuded a confidence that only such a grand occasion could inspire.

"This is lame," Molly scoffed, her words dripping with disdain. The small teal jewels adorning her face shimmered like precious diamonds, adding an ethereal glow to her features.

With a determined grip on my hand, she pulled me deeper into the pulsating crowd, the vibrant energy of the music enveloping us.

"There he is," Molly pointed out, her voice laced with a mix of excitement and defiance.

My gaze followed her finger, landing on a towering figure amidst the sea of people. He stood tall and imposing, a formidable presence that demanded attention. It was hard to distinguish much about him from a distance, except for his sheer size.

"He's really fucking huge," I blurted out, unable to hide my surprise. Molly's confidence seemed unwavering as she reassured me, her voice tinged with a mischievous undertone.

"Don't worry, you can take it," she assured me, her eyes fixed on her ex who stood nearby, seething with anger. Suddenly, without warning, Molly positioned herself in front of me, her body swaying provocatively against mine. Caught off guard, I froze, unsure of how to respond to her unexpected advances.

As the weight of the moment settled upon me, I realized there was only one path forward. I would become the revenge boyfriend.

My hands instinctively traced the curves of her hips and waist, mirroring the rhythm of her movements. Though her body pressed against mine, her eyes never wavered from her ex, who watched with a mixture of fury and frustration.

In an unexpected turn of events, a crimson wave crashed onto my neatly pressed suit, leaving an indelible mark. "Damn it," I muttered under my breath, frustration bubbling up within me.

Molly, with a mix of surprise and anger, confronted the culprit, Jason. "What the hell, Jason?" she exclaimed, her voice laced with disbelief. Jason simply shrugged, seemingly unfazed by the chaos he had caused.

Realizing the urgency of the situation, I promptly declared, "I'm going to excuse myself and clean this mess. I can't bear the thought of my suit remaining tarnished."

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Molly playfully taunted, "Don't worry about it. No matter the exorbitant price tag, I'm sure Felix can easily replace it." Her words elicited a smile from me as I made my way to the boys' bathroom, determined to salvage my attire.

Inside the bathroom, I frantically assessed the damage, my heart pounding with a mixture of anxiety and determination. Armed with paper towels and a resolve to undo the stain, I began the arduous task.

I use my hand to vigorously scrub off the stubborn red stains from this exquisite teal jacket, but my efforts prove futile.

It's perplexing because, as someone who has never owned a washing machine before, I have become quite adept at handwashing Rachel's clothes, and everything usually comes out spotless.

Molly's ex came inside and pretended to wash his hands for awhile before brushing the tiop of his nose

"Stay away from Molly," he sneered, his voice dripping with venom. "Or there's going to be another red stain on your suit you have to worry about cleaning," he warned, his threat hanging in the air like a dark cloud.

The words pierced through me, settling deep within my heart, making my pulse quicken.

"Mind saying that again? I couldn't hear it over all the bitch in your voice," I retorted, a mischievous grin spreading across my face.

His anger boiled over, and he lunged towards me, ready to strike. But I was quicker, my fist connecting with his jaw before he even had a chance.

He stumbled backward, his body crashing against the bathroom wall. Shock washed over me as I covered my mouth.

"Fuckkk," I whispered under my breath, the weight of the situation sinking in. With shaky steps, I left the bathroom, only to collide with Molly in the hallway.

"Tray, he was following you," she exclaimed, concern etched on her face.

"I punched him," I confessed, pointing towards the bathroom where the aftermath of our altercation lay.

"Seriously?" Molly gasped, her eyes widening as she peered into the boy's bathroom. But instead of fear, a mischievous smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "He's going to kill you once he wakes up," she laughed, a hint of excitement in her voice.

Despite the gravity of the situation, I couldn't help but join in her laughter

She hooked her arm into mine, and we began to spin around each other.

"You are officially my best friend," she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "And my best friends, we are all going on a magnificent trip to Paris!" she announced, her voice filled with anticipation.

I couldn't help but scrunch my nose in disgust. "Ew, why Paris?" I questioned, unable to comprehend her fascination with the city.

She laughed gently, her smile radiating warmth. "Oh, my sweet child, Paris is not just any city. It is the enchanting city of love!" she declared, her voice carrying a hint of mystery.

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Molly escorted me back to my place, but my thoughts were burdened with a yearning for Paris. The desire to witness the grandeur of the city consumed me, urging me to take it all in with my own eyes.

As I stormed through the entrance of my home, a wave of darkness engulfed me, shrouding everything in obscurity. "Felix!" I bellowed, my voice echoing through the vast expanse of the mansion.

Determined, I traversed the halls in search of him, my footsteps resounding with a sense of urgency. "I want something!" I cried out, my words reverberating through the empty space. "I want to go to Paris! With you! And Rachel, I want-"

A peculiar sound emanated from the direction of the pool, beckoning me to investigate. Intrigued, I made my way toward the source, my heart pounding in anticipation.

And there, standing before me, was Felix, his shirt discarded, droplets of water cascading down his chiseled physique.

Curiosity mingled with desire, as I found myself captivated by his presence. "What is it you want?" he inquired, a gentle smile playing on his lips, his hand tenderly caressing the side of my face.

"I want us to go to Paris," I say, my voice filled with excitement and anticipation. Our eyes meet, and for a moment, the world around us fades away.