Hamilton Academy of the Arts. The school Sydney Acosta moved to all the way from Toronto, Ontario in a barely known city. After the divorce between her mother and father, she's stuck by her mother's side, following her to another city in Canada. Her...
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Chapter Fifty-Eight: "Given Me A Fungus Infection."
"HOW DO I look?" Octavia turned around in a full circle and I smiled at her.
"You look stunning."
I watched her lean over my shoulder, grabbing the dark lipstick and applying it to her lips. The dark purple lipstick matched her dress and the gold of her jewelry and shoes made her look like a goddess and I was certain she knew it. "Zen better think so."
"I didn't think you were going through this much to impress Zen." I said to her, turning my head to look at her curiously.
"Impress Zen?" She patted my shoulders before fixing my straightened hair that was curled at the bottom. "Honey, I'm impressing myself. All I would have to do to impress Zen is to suddenly speak like a computer."
"That's true." Mary Anne said, putting on her earrings.
"What time do you have to be home Syd?" Sarah asked, her fingers flying on her phone.
"Earlier than all of you, that's for sure." I answered, checking my phone.
"Wait, wait, wait, does that mean you can't make it to the after-prom party?"
"Who's throwing that? Joey?" Octavia asked.
"No, which is stupid because everyone knows his party would have been the best but it's some other guy," Mary Anne answered, turning to face us. "Mark, I think? Is that his name?"
"High art guy?" I questioned.
Sarah let out a little laugh. "Oh him. Yeah, that's his name. And apparently Joey didn't throw a party because of his siblings?"
Sarah looked at me and I scoffed. "It wasn't his siblings. His entire family is back from university and college now and his parents flat out said no."
"Really?"
I nodded. "Believe it or not, people who are wealthy can actually say no to throwing parties and spending guys."
"Shut up," Octavia rolled her eyes at me. "We get it. Your sarcasm is not appreciated to make me feel stupid."
"I'd say something rude about that but let me not say anything at all."
"Good answer," Octavia smiled, grabbing her phone. "We want pictures. We need pictures. Correction: I need pictures. Hurry up."
That was when we all heard the scream coming from Sarah. Our eyes zoned in on her distressed manner and Mary Anne bent down to quickly pick up her necklace before we rushed over to her. "What happened?"
She held out her phone to us and we looked down at the social media at a girl in our grade, taking a mirror pic with two other girls. "What's the problem here?" Octavia asked.
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"She has the exact same dress as me."
I took the phone from her hand and examined it closely. "No, she doesn't."
"She doesn't?"
"She doesn't. The designs are completely different there's only a bit of similarity where the dress was cut."
Mary Anne rolled her eyes. "Sarah."
"I'm sorry okay?" She sat down on the chair. "I just don't need anything else to go wrong this year."
"Nothing really bad as happened to you if you think about it, hun." Octavia assured her, handing her back her phone.
"Think about it. I gave my shot to like two boys this year and look what happened. None of them lasted."
"You had and texting relationship with one. It didn't count." Mary Anne pointed out.
"Doesn't matter. And for the first one I basically drove away any chance I could have had at a romantic break because of him only for us not to apparently work out and-"
"You know what?" Octavia got up. "This is a night for friends. No talk about boys. No talk about relationships. None of that. Okay?"
Sarah nodded silently. Octavia gave her a tight smile. "Good. Because right now out of all of us here, you and I are the only two who are single. Let's pretend like that shouldn't bother us because I know for a fact it's not bothering me and have a great night. Now let us please take some pictures. I want to show everyone how it is done."
After 20,000 photos Octavia forced us all to take, clearly not being happy with majority of them, we were in Mary Anne's backyard, waiting for everyone else when Eduardo came through the wooden fence, balloons that spelled out prom in his hands. "I got balloons!"
"We noticed." Octavia said, grabbing them from his hand and taking Sarah to help set it up for more pictures.
Zen moved in right behind him, looking uncomfortable in his suit. He walked over to me, give me the oddest smile that ever encountered his face. "Wow Matthew, you clean up nice."
"What's the supposed to mean?" He questioned when I flicked his tie.
"She means you don't look like you're going to a funeral for once. Look, Sydney," Octavia fake gasped. "His tie is a color that isn't black."
I laughed and Zen scowled. "I'll ditch you, you realize this right?"
"You wouldn't do that."
"Try me." He muttered.
"Jane, you look so cute." I heard Mary Anne say as Jane literally twirled in heels.
She flipped her curly hair over her shoulder and smiled. "I know."
"Where's Devin and Lucas?" Octavia asked.
"Right behind me. Hurry up boys." She yelled before giving me a hug. "I miss you."
"You saw me yesterday." I pointed out.
"It doesn't matter," She said when I spotted Lucas helping Devin through the fence towards us. "Lucas keep hogging you and we're all lowkey getting annoyed."
"I'll always make time for you Jane especially since you're finally almost near my height."
"For one night. I want to be taller than you for one night and I still cannot achieve it." She muttered, grabbing Devin by the hand and pulling him off towards Octavia and everyone else near the balloons.
I looked at Lucas, a smile on my face as he walked over to me. A smirk covered his face. "Red. I like it. Canada."
I rolled my eyes remembering that the flag was red and white. "Unintentional. I simply think that red is my color."
