The following days were filled with mundane classes.
Preparations for the big day were underway. The rising excitement in the air was a clear indicator of what was about to come.
The fifth-year students fell into a pattern of lessons and planning.
Before long, the big day arrived...
14TH FEBRUARY 2023, MONDAY
FEMALE DORM
YEAR 5 COMMON ROOM
The usually empty room was crammed with jittering girls, furniture littered with clothing and cosmetic boxes. While makeup artists applied finishing touches to some girls' faces, the already prepared ones assisted each other into their customized dresses.
"Are you sure you got measured accurately?" "I couldn't have added so much weight in two days, right? Right?"
"Could you please touch up my lipstick?"
"I don't believe I can walk in these heels" "They are barely even 2 inches high! Max, stop acting like Bri"
"Elise, can you help me tie this?" "Sure"
"Girls! We are running behind schedule! The boys are already waiting at the hall", Sophie frantically paces in, her skirt swooshing behind.
Her tablet tucked in the crest of her elbow, she scrolled through the itinerary for the evening. The walkie-talkie in her hand signalled her attention
"The Year 4 girls are heading out now! We have 5 minutes to walk out! Hurry up!"
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THE FIELD
BALL PARTY
🎶Song: World- Seventeen🎶
*To get a feel of the atmosphere, I recommend listening to the song while reading (that's what I did)
The once-empty field now harboured a large tent in its centre. The interior was inspired by the theme of the ball, "Fairy Wonderland". Dozens of floral arrangements created by Hannah dawned on the aesthetics of the tent. Colourful altering fairy lights gave a light shadow effect as opposed to the large lamp from above.
The boys strolled into the venue, admiring the beauty of the room as they made their route to the table. Sanya and Tome lurked behind the group, their steps slowing down to look around.
"Hannah did an amazing job with the decor. She might be a talker but she does know her flowers", Sanya voiced in awe as he glimpsed around. Drawing his hand out of the pocket of his purple knee-length jacket, he reached out to trace a baby-breathe flower set on the path.
Tome cooed in response staring at the dangling chandelier,
"...It is truly beautiful" "Yes, it is"
The swoon in the voice of the copper-haired boy caught the younger boy's attention. With a quick turn of the head and he found the starry eyes of Sanya looking straight at him.
The sudden sound of loud music broke their prolonged eye contact, causing them to stiffen out a bashful giggle.
"Guys!!! Why are you just standing there? Let's get seated at our table. Oh by the way, do you fancy the flowers? Sophie was telling me that it was too much white and pink. Excuse you! It's Valentine's Day! There can never be too much pink. That's crazy–"
An arm wrapped itself across Hannah's waist, breaking her rambling, as it tugs her towards the rest of its body. Her yellow floor-length floral dress contrasted the black and white striped double-breasted suit of the male currently nuzzling the groove of her neck.
"You ghoul! What have I said about creeping up on people?" Hannah scolded the taller man with a light smack to his shoulder.
"Sanya and I will be going to the table now."
"Can you take this koala along with you? I have something to attend to and I can't drag this overgrown man with me", the blonde attempted to untangle Senza's arms from around her. Low grunts of reluctance escaped from his mouth but he conceded after she gave him a quick peck on the lips.
The two bystanders broke into a fit of cough at the show of fondness.
Skipping away to other duties, the boys were left alone to go seat with their peers.
Not long after, the girls made their entrance, heels clicking almost inaudibly over the music in the room.
"Finally! I was worried I would have to call 911 to come to fetch you, Girls! And Sarah... I heard about your little Bridezilla rant. We'll talk about that after this is over", Sophie's tight voice blurted out behind clenched teeth. The redhead brooded in annoyance at the scolding she got.
"She's in her presidential mood. Scary", Elise gossiped to Max who was arm-in-arm beside her. "She can hear you, Elise. Shhh..."
"Excuse me, Elise, I believe you must have mistaken my date for yours" "Oh shush Bri! I am aware she is your date"
"Max, Bridget is being mean to me", the grey-haired girl whined to the girl holding a small book in black velvety gloved hands.
Bri slipped her hands into the pockets of her green pants, pushing the tailor-made jacket of the same colour to the side. Cocking her head to the side, she found herself gazing at her date.
"May I have her back?" "No!"
The pouty girl made an effort to pull Max away from the girl on the ginger pixie cut.
"Eli...", her velvety voice cautioned. The brunette withdrew her arm from Elise's grip and clasped it in front of herself.
"Fine, fine. But remember, I got my eyes on you, Bridget", wiggling her short, chubby finger at the girl in the suit.
"Max, don't let their nasty child teach you bad things, okay?"
Bri cracked up at the exchange between the best friends. If only you knew, Elise. If only...
"Enough! Now shoo, short stuff", the earthy-eyed girl drew Max into her arms, chasing Elise away. The girl in a white silky dress stuck her tongue out at Bri before walking to the table.
"You... can allow me to go now", her warm voice faltered at the closeness to the person whose arms she was in. Bri nervously released her hold on her,
"Oh... hm... sorry about that"
The two girls fell into an awkward silence, glancing at everywhere but themselves
"You settled on a two-piece suit" "Yeah, I'm not a dress girl"
Her ringed fingers reached up to smoothen the short layers at the back of her head. The two nervous girls evaded eye contact as they complimented each other.
"I am convinced it suits you. You look exceptionally good-looking"
"Thank you... you look extremely pretty too. I like the layers"
"We should move along..." "Yeah, we should"
Together they walked side by side to their designated table, hands brushing each other occasionally.
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🎶Song: Darling- Seventeen🎶
Elise spotted Sanya and Tome in hushed chatter, making a beeline straight to them,
"Tome! You look so sexy. We absolutely need to take pictures together."
Sitting beside the couple, crossed-legged, she tipped close to the dark-haired boy and whispered in a sing-song,
"I'm certain a particular someone won't be able to keep his hands to himself tonight" "Elise!" His reaction drew hearty laughter from the girl.
"What? Did I lie?... Sanya?"
"I nearly banned him from leaving my bed when I saw how much skin he was revealing" "Sanya! We're in public"
The boy in a jacket in a lighter shade of blue swatted his partner's arm, his ears glowing red.
Sophie briskly walked into the conversation, cutting their laughter short,
"Sorry boys, I need to borrow Elise for one moment"
"I'll be right back"
Standing from her seat, the grey-haired girl followed the class president to the beverage table, the ice sculpture positioned beside bowls of juices.
"Please we need more ice. Can you freeze this bowl of water?"
"Sure. No problem.", Elise refrained from teasing 'Madam President', noticing the stressed-out look behind her eyes.
Hovering her hands over the bowl on the floor, she channelled her energy to cool the water down until it started forming ice clumps.
"Done", the ice user chimed out, before she noticed that Sophie was nowhere beside her.
With a grunt, she tried to get up from her squatting position, when a hand reached out to her, "Let me help..."
Peeking up at the person in the green suit with an outstretched hand, her quivering knees gave way as she almost stumbled into a fall. Right on time, the hand caught her before she fell on her behind.
"Eli, are you okay? Let me help you up", the ocean-blue-eyed male uttered worriedly as he assisted her to her feet.
"Thank you...for that. I should go now"
"Eli, wait. I... I... just want to say I'm sorry...for everything. I don't deserve your forgiveness but... I hope we could, you know, at least, go back to being friends... like we used to, or maybe more..."
Elise found herself picking at every word that he cautiously stuttered. She couldn't find it in her heart to be angry at him, she once loved him and that would not change. However, going back to being friends–
"It won't be easy... but, I won't mind that. We can try to be friends"
Her kind words were music to Samuel's ears, a chance. He found himself smiling at the importance of her acceptance.
"So, you won't mind dancing with me... as friends", he added as a form of persuasion.
She was about to take him on his offer when Elise suddenly remembered the two lovebirds she left behind at the table. Declining politely, she excused herself to find her friends.
His smile slipped at her rejection, watching her white dress flowing behind her as she swayed away from him. Looking back at the hand that had caught her, his eyes shone in mischief. Elise, soon, my love.
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"So what did I miss while I was on ice duties? –Hey, that's my seat," she expressed with a whine to the blonde seated.
"Elise, we have to seat with our date."
Sky blue eyes pranced around looking for a certain white-haired male, "Does anyone know where Trent is? He couldn't have decided not to come... right?"
"He stood up a minute before you came" "He needed a drink, Eli" His black coat rested on the top of the chair, evidence of his arrival at the party.
She resorted to settling into the chair beside Trent's unoccupied seat, making small talk with the group, glad that his icy presence was absent.
"This next song is for all the couples in the building. Grab your partner and head to the dance floor", a loud voice reverberated across the room. The first tones of the song had people standing up and grabbing their dates to slow dance.
🎶Come Closer - Ford Arun🎶
(*the Thai lyrics are translated into English)
A shadow barred the light reflecting on a now-alone Elise. The man who should have kept her company finally materialized in front of her. Stepping away to give her a clear view of his face,
"Trent" "...You wore it..."
His voice came out as an inaudible whisper to Elise. In an attempt to divert her attention from his mumbles, he clears his throat,
"Instead of mopping here princess, let's go", his dark voice called out as he extended his hand for her to hold.
Taking his hand, the white-haired male led her to the floor, keeping a bit of distance from the crowd.
🎶When you lead, my whole world follows🎶
Slipping his arm into the curve of her waist, he guided her closer to him, her hand resting on his shoulders awkwardly. Together, they swayed to the sound of the music.
"You know, I didn't come here to watch you flirt with other people", Trent whispered with a cold voice close to her ear. He unknowingly caught a peek at their little interaction.
🎶Everything beautifully glows, I think it's because of you🎶
The statement confused Elise deeply. What are you on about this time, Trent? Defining her innocence, "I didn't flirt with anyone. You are not making any sense"
🎶I long for your words, whispering those sweet words🎶
Irritation flared in him, his grip tensed across her palm as she rebutted his claim.
"I saw the way he looked at you. You are going back to him again, even after everything. Stupid"
🎶If you only knew when I first saw you🎶
The words triggered the memory of her discussion with Samuel. Her hands slipped off his shoulders for a brief moment.
"We agreed on just being friends"
🎶You're all I dreamed of, my heart skips a beat when you are near🎶
Her mood shift didn't go unseen by her dance partner. His icy-cold gazes surveyed her dampened expression interpreting it as a disappointment.
"Friend? Hmm... I saw the way you looked at him" "What way?"
🎶When you are by my side🎶
"Like you want him to love you", The male in the black suit breathed out, a hint of jealousy in his voice "Don't you want him to?"
🎶When you look into my eyes 🎶
Meeting his deep-set eyes, her fingers grazed the pale skin of his face as she felt him tense up under her touch. Her conflicted emotions led her to stroke the face of the confused male before her.
"Do you want me to?", she whispered in a breath
This face was not one she was used to based on his typical expression chart. It was a look that tugged on the strings of her heart, but why?
🎶A little closer, please come a little closer🎶
Drawing their sway to a stop, Trent's hand reached up to brush her jawline as he leaned in to rub noses with her.
"Snowflake"
🎶To hear my love...🎶
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Hey Chingus,
How was our week?
Mine was not bad excluding the fact that I had no motivation to write but I had to force it out because... deadlines are a pain
The past few days, I had a form of self-discovery. Like why I'm writing and who am I writing for. I realized that this story is something I want to write for myself. It is a story I want to read and I want to write.
Next week's chapter is going to consist of three POVs: Bridget, Sanya and Trent (Finally, I know right. We get to see his thought process)
It's going to be a compressed form of smut for next week. The full NSFW version for each of the POVs will be on "Rendezvous in High School". So check that out.
The next chapter you will be seeing after this is the dressing and profile of each of the characters. Just something little to give you an idea of how they dress to school and what they wore to the ball.
Take care and stay healthy
Bye