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Isabelle Dupont
Bella grinned up at Red after she finished straightening out his tie. She hadn't noticed that she had smoothed out the shoulders of his suit jacket until he called her something she had never been called before: spectacular. Her hands paused on his biceps as she looked up at him, a thin blush spreading across her cheeks. His words froze her in place, her manicured fingers resting on his arms.
And then the moment of magic was over as Red called her a piano. A piano? Had she heard that right?
It took everything in Bella not to laugh, not because his words were stupid but because they were very sweet. And then he did that thing that he had done when they met earlier that day, that rambling that painted beautiful pictures in her mind and made her feel as if she were talking to someone who was born to speak so elegantly. Bella dropped her hands to her sides, suddenly very aware that she had just been holding him the entire time, and gathered herself mentally. Her confidence returning, Bella nudged him in the arm with a gentle fist. She decided not to mention the whole compliment thing, she didn't think she could properly address the whole thing without making an absolute fool of herself.
"Merci. And hey, don't discredit yourself. You look amazing, Red!" She complimented. Bella heard the elevator doors ding behind her. Turning her head, Bella saw Seb and Brayden exit the elevator looking like damn movie stars. A smile lit up Bella's face at the sight of her very handsome date, a rush of adrenaline pumping through her body. They hadn't spoken since Bella had said goodbye to him earlier that morning. Well, and kissed him on the cheek, but that was elementary. Bella turned back to Red and nodded to Brayden. "I've got to go meet Brayden but you'd better save me a dance, Brooklyn Boy."
With a final smile, Bella turned tail and made her way over to Brayden. The closer she got, the dryer her throat became. The closer she got, the more stunning he looked. He looked so polished, so elegant, and very different from the boy she had met on the bleachers. Bella waved to Brayden and Seb, suddenly feeling a little anxious. How silly was that, feeling anxious just seeing him after she had made the move to sort of kiss him earlier, if cheek kisses even count?
"Have fun Seb! You look awesome!" Bella called out as Seb walked away, likely to go find his friends. Bella then turned to Brayden, eyeing him up and down.
"You look... Wow." Bella attempted to speak, tucking her blonde hair behind her ear. She needed to get something off her chest but she didn't want him to hear her, or at least understand her. "Qu'est-ce que j'ai jamais fait pour mériter un si bel homme comme toi?" What did I ever do to deserve such a handsome man like you? Bella didn't know the answer to her own question. "You look wonderful, Brayden."
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Jacqueline Dupont
Jackie shouldn't have looked at her phone. Tossing the damn thing into the sewer grate nearby would have caused her less anxiety than looking at it. But she couldn't ignore the text she got from her sister, urging her to look at her Twitter. At first, Jackie was going to storm into the hotel and hunt down her sister for getting into an internet fight in French with this Wolves character, saying some rather interesting things. Though she had to admit if she had been Wolves, the concept of eating your own barbecued fingers that had been served hot and ready Isabelle Dupont style would have scared the absolute daylights out of her. And she had no doubt that if this Wolves person ever got revealed, Bella's tiny but mighty body would wreak absolute havoc.
She would rather have had to pull her raging sister off of some stupid soul than see what had been written online.
"Jackie dort-elle les yeux ouverts dans sa voiture?" Or, in English, "Does Jackie sleep with her eyes open in her car?"
"No..." Jackie managed to breathe out, all the heat draining from her body. No, no, no. She knew that it was likely that someone would have eventually found out that she had been living out of her car, but she never expected it to be blasted out online by some anonymous prick on the night of homecoming no less. Jackie could picture it: she would go upstairs, walk into the beautiful ballroom filled with beautiful people dressed like she had just picked an outfit off of a thrift store mannequin. They would look to her, peering eyes staring through her and into her soul.
"That's the homeless girl," they'd whisper knowing full well Jackie could hear them. They'd question why she even bothered coming, especially looking like that. They'd question why Greyson asked her to go with him, wondering if she had been just some charity case.
Greyson.
Jackie was suddenly unable to breathe. Just when things had begun looking up for her, when things were finally starting to go her way, Wolves had to go and ruin it. There was no way he didn't see that post. Hell even Ash had seen it and asked her if she needed somewhere to stay and they barely knew each other. And why would someone as absolutely amazing as Greyson, someone so smart and handsome and funny, ever want to be seen with someone like her. What if he was already inside, looking down at the very message that Jackie couldn't peel her eyes off of, regretting everything. Jackie should have known not to get her hopes up, Greyson was someone that was too good to be true. Too good for someone like Jackie.
Jackie was going to run, to get out of there and not turn back. Her phone was in her purse and an escape route in her head. Greyson couldn't, no shouldn't, have to see her like that.
But then there he was beside her, that smile bringing the warmth back to Jackie's limbs that had gone cold with fear. That same smile that didn't doubt her when she mentioned joining the wrestling team, that same smile that kept his promise and got her cotton candy. That same smile that made her feel wanted, welcome, for the first time since they had moved. In a moment, everything that told her to run suddenly told her to stay. Jackie had to stay, she had to stay for him.
Jackie had never felt rooted in her entire life. Her family always moved around, never giving her enough time to make lasting friendships, to get comfortable, to feel at home. But, even though she wasn't sure exactly what home felt like, she was positive that she felt it in that moment. Greyson felt comfortable, like home.
She listened to Greyson speak, forgetting how to respond. Jackie had been trying to collect herself to speak, to thank him for the beautiful corsage, to thank him for still showing up but she simply couldn't talk.
A singular tear had begun rolling down her face and Jackie was thankful for the dull lighting that masked it. Instead of speaking, she did the only thing that her body would let her do. Wrapping her hands around his waist, Jackie pulled Greyson in and hugged herself into his chest. She didn't cry, she didn't speak. Jackie had to fight to breathe through the anxiety that was gripping her lungs. It was then that she decided nothing else mattered. Greyson was still there, not running away or regretting his decision to ever have spoken to her. Jackie was determined that such an astonishing person deserved to have an amazing night, even if everything went to hell after homecoming.
Jackie let him go after a few seconds, her hands ceased trembling, her breathing had become normal. Wolves wasn't going to ruin Greyson's night, even if they had effectively destroyed Jackie's. Forcing a smile onto her face wasn't too difficult with him there.
"I'm great now that you're here." She spoke softly, her hand reaching down and her fingers intertwining with his.
"You kept your promise on looking good in a tux, though I think 'good' is a vast understatement." Jackie said, taking him in fully for the first time that night. She got the feeling that even if she were to try, there was no way she'd be able to keep her eyes off of him. Though who would want to try? "Magnificent, superb, marvelous, splendid. Actually, I don't think those would work either, they're far too simple."
Jackie then turned her attention to the corsage. She carefully took the package from him and gently took the corsage out, admiring the beautiful red flower. "It's beautiful," she managed to say, slipping it onto her wrist. "Also, it is definitely a rose. My favourite flower." Jackie looked up at Greyson, up into those beautiful eyes, but forced herself not to move. Damn, she really wanted to kiss him.
The corsage brought her back to the gift that she had gotten for him. Funds were limited given her living situation, but that hadn't stopped her from getting him a gift. Jackie raised a finger and began digging around into her purse for the small felt box. Pulling it out, Jackie flipped open the lid of the box revealing a set of silver cuff links, one in the shape of a G and the other in the shape of a J.
"So I was walking along the pier and this amazing artist that has a shop there had these. They were too perfect not to get. A G and a J for Greyson Jackson." Jackie explained, completely oblivious to the fact that her name started with a J. "I hope you like them."
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