MADDI PWNS ALL

Project Drama [Part 36]

 

Recap: It wasn’t time.

Katelyn’s P.O.V

 

Thump. I ignored it. Thump. Thump. I turned around shifting my eyes to the windowpane. I saw Pete’s dark eyes in the dark background of the trees and vibrant sunset.

“Katie, come out,” his whisper radiated.

I got up from my desk (browsing on my laptop) to the window and stood their silently looking at him unbearably and then opened the hatch quietly. “Um…Pete, what are you doing here?”

 

“I want you to come to the Halloween dance.”

 

His voice tore out a ringing questionnaire in my mind. Then I felt like I didn’t hear him clearly and shook my head. “Why?” I questioned feeling it was obsessive need to.

 

“Um, no answer…” he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “Can you just come, with me?” I looked at him blankly and then shook my head automatically. “Please, Katelyn? We might as well go…”

 

“I can’t I’m – I’m not aloud.”

 

“What? Wait why not?” He asked his eyes squinting.

 

“And anyways, I can’t go to the Masquerade. I just don’t belong there. I haven’t even been to one since grade nine.” I continued. “Anabelle is missing and my parents don’t want me to be missing and you know my mother suddenly just disappeared…they suspect things.” I exclaimed more clearly.

 

“Please just come with me,” he pleaded. “Haven’t you ever snuck out before?” I didn’t reply. “It’s easy. Just slowly come out of the window.” I sighed. “Come here,” He instructed and I just stood there. “Please?” and his eyelids turned liquid and his face stopped sighing down.

 

“Yes, ok, ok, fine.” I finally agreed and a smile rose from his face and I couldn’t help but smile back.

 

He stopped lying down so he could look at me more clearly. “I’m very persuasive as you can see so we’ll do this the other way I didn’t intend to do. How about you go get dressed and I’ll meet you at the doorway.”

 

“Get dressed? At the main doorway?” he nodded his head leaving me to it. I looked down at my navy-colored jean-ripped shorts and tank top.  “I don’t even have any costumes!”

First instinct: Anabelle. Nope. Second instinct: Beth or *Bethany. Nope. Third instinct: I don’t even have a third instinct.

 

“Katie, dear, someone’s at the door,” Andrea said almost quietly so she wouldn’t wake up Chris. “You know you’re not aloud to have friends over. So why are you inviting company?” Then I could hear Pete’s persuasive voice twist and I ran into Andrea and Chris’s room (Chris fell asleep in the guest room –it had the most comfortable bed-). I ended up not going as anything just wearing a short cropped black flimsy dress and she had matching black heels to go with it. I didn’t feel too good about going into Anabelle’s room and taking her white mask for the Masquerade because she was planning it for awhile. [http://www.instablogsimages.com/images/2008/02/06/tara-subkoff-black-dress_5965.jpg] [http://www.unitedmask.com/Masks/images/Fancy_white_Masks_VX6150ST.JPG] I was just a little bit mad that it wasn’t a REAL Halloween costume, because I knew for a fact nobody would actually wear a costume. “Katelyn…” And I knew the voice so I was ready to go…I put on last touches and found accessories that I would probably never wear before in Anabelle’s room. I peeked through the corner and I could see a small connection between Andrea and Pete and he saw my eyes peeking and smiled. “You can go out…” she rolled her eyes. I smiled running down the glass staircase.

 

“Thank you, thank you,” I kissed her forehead grabbing Pete’s hand. He laughed. “That didn’t take very long…you are persuasive.”

 

“Well, I did get you here,” he chuckled agreeing. “I might say you look very…ravishing?” I giggled. “Sorry I was trying to be a gentleman.” I rolled my eyes with a small smile.

He was literally a dream.

 

My hand was clasped in his and neither of us bothered to let go. I don’t know how sudden or fast this was but we both seemed to let it go. It all started with a small party I got dragged in to by Anabelle and Andy with a little help from Beth and Gerard after Gerard coaxed her into it and then Rochelle I think made it really happen although I needed to find out answers but she left. “So…is Claire going?” He nodded his face turned into almost a solemn expression but it soothed into a calm sincere one. We were in the car by this time. It was a very nice one but the attractiveness wasn’t concerning me.

 

“Don’t worry about her. She’s the past. I literally do not know why I dated her. There is nothing to her…you know I just got made into it. She was apart of the Blair-Jessica-Emily thing going on and most of my friends having dated all of them so I was pressured into dating Claire. It was terrible…”

 

“So why did she break up with you?”

 

His eyebrows furrowed up and his eyes immediately squinted quickly questioning, “What? What do you mean? I broke up with her.”

 

“That’s not what she said to everybody. ‘I just couldn’t take his constant jealousness. It was especially cheesy when he kept constantly crying after. He just wouldn’t stop…’” I quoted her.

 

“I broke up with her…for reasons that are seriously obvious.” I nodded my head and by that time we knew that this conversation was over.

 

He started with a new topic but it seemed to not come over all the tension in the (I think black or dark grey) car. “I really shouldn’t be going to this thing. I’m not really liked by everybody. Blair, Emily, now Beth and especially Claire…”

 

Pete chuckled the corners of his lips turning up into a small smirk or grin. “Forget about them…you look beautiful.”

 

“I know you told me,” I touched his nose giggling he laughed. I remarked, “And you are looking very handsome, Pete.” I giggled again. We pulled up at the Harrison Hotel. “And now were here,” I sighed quietly but he heard it.

 

“It’ll be fine. If things get bad…we’ll go to Starbucks or stay on the beach away from the drunken teenagers. But you know the beach might be pretty packed.” It was only 6 and people were piling on the beach, mostly boys. We went into the hotel and there was way, way, way more people then on the beach in front of the hotel. I didn’t know who any of the girls were…hence the mask idea. But most revealed when talking to me because I didn’t bother to put mine own…Pete already knew what I was wearing. “I saw Josh outside I’m going to get him and ask where everybody is. I’ll be right back, don’t be so tense.” He smiled and fingers slipped away from me and he took off his jacket part of his outfit and now he just wore navy-colored jeans and a brown shirt on. All the other guys were wearing tuxedos.

 

Blair’s P.O.V

 

“She’s here,” Bethany whispered. “She took off her mask and she’s not wearing it.” I nodded my head calmly looking around. “Over there,” Bethany pointed out. I saw her. The long technically frizzy hair and not pretty blue eyes and she were wearing the most grotesque dress ever. Seriously, brown? Shit brown? It went up too high. Her knees seriously…she couldn’t even pull it off. Claire did flawlessly but not her nope not her…she was annoying me so much. Her shoes were seriously two month’s ago Marc Jacobs. Trust me anyone with REAL fashion would know that.

 

“She should get a better dress if she wants to be someone,” I remarked rudely. Bethany and a low monotone Claire chuckled.

 

“Oh just ignore Jessica, Blair. Don’t even look at her…” Emm spoke coming from behind a bunch of jocks on the football team celebrating their winning season. Nobody was really into football anymore now that volleyball season was starting which was way bigger in Newport Beach because of all the volleyball netted beaches.

 

“I’m trying,” my voice struggled. “I need tea…I’ll be right back.”

 

I got around to all parts of the lobby and they had NO Tea. I ended up yelling to Rayna and Rheagan about it but they understood why I was so mad, really.

 

Two large hands came and covered over my face and my immediate reaction was a terrified one and I ended up throwing them off of me immediately. I turned around looking at whoever it was fiercely. “Oh hi, Gee, sorry.”

 

“Ouch,” he winced.

 

I pecked him lightly on both sides of his cheeks and then on his lips. “Sorry Gee I seem over-paranoid. I thought Jessica had nobody to go with you know since her and Josh got back together. It seems she came along.”

 

“Well, actually…” I looked at him puzzlingly and I squinted violently. “Josh didn’t break up with her…” My eyes widened and he stopped me before I could react putting his hand on my curly brown hair softening it. “Yes, I know you wanted them badly to break up but I think you just need to let whatever you two are arguing about go. It’s petty and foolish and my little Blair can do better.”

 

“So then Gee are we getting a hotel room together tonight?” I changed the topic. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and mumbled a low, ‘Um…’ I continued, “So I wouldn’t be getting in my business. If you change your mind you can text me!” I walked away angrily pushing through anybody who got in the way until I finally got to someone strong enough to knock me over.

 

That pushed me over the limit. “Sorry, I am so sorry,” I heard a voice mutter.

 

I jumped up looking around so no one saw and thank God the music was too loud and I, Blair have finally not caused a big commotion. “SERIOUSLY, YOU CAN REALLY HURT-,”

 

“Of course it’s you,” he rolled his eyes. Frankie… “You shouldn’t be pushing into people like that! Literally, Blair you are just asking for it!”

 

“Well, you shouldn’t push people back then! No, I’m having a bad day and it’s Halloween and I don’t need to get bumped into so hardly!”

 

“You know what I’m happy I pushed into you so hard! You very well deserved it! Seriously, Blair I heard you have a new little toy you can influence to do your own dirty deeds!” Frankie snapped.

 

I sighed heavily. “You know what you should shut up Bethany isn’t a little toy she was actually a friend…”

 

“Yeah, so before she was in your little clique she was your friend? I think not. I think she was your own personal homework buddy! You know what I’m not doing anything for the squid project! Nothing…absolutely nothing!” His voice seemed almost violent.

 

“You know what? YOU SHOULD SHUT UP!” I finally blown up pushing him.

 

“I should shut up? MAYBE YOU SHOULD SHUT UP!” He pushed me harder.

 

A hard voice spoke, “Maybe you should both shut up,” and I stood beside Frankie looking up at a huge, muscular Security Guard. He pointed toward the lobby doorway. “Out, now! Both of you!”

 

“BUT I’M BLAIR VAN-,”

 

He interjected fiercely, “I DON’T CARE WHO YOU ARE! GET OUT! NOW!”

 

I sighed quickly walking out through the lobby door and I could hear feet thumping behind me…those annoying little footsteps.

 

“GOOD GOING IDIOT! YOU KICKED US OUT!” I hollered my voice now louder outside. It was somewhere around 8 now and there was still a bit light the sunset almost gone.

 

“I GOT US KICKED OUT? YOU’RE THE ONE WHO STARTED THE YELLING!”

 

I pushed him more, “YEAH RIGHT LIKE I DIDN’T HAVE A REASON NOT TOO!” He rolled his eyes his eyebrows completely furrowed together and his face fire red and his eyes shot daggers. “YOU THINK YOU’RE SO SMART BUT REALLY YOU’RE JUST THIS GAY EMO KID FROM A RICH FAMILY!”

 

“Yeah, ‘cause you know your richer then me. YOU THINK YOU’RE SO RICH AND POPULAR BUT IN REALITY YOU’RE JUST A COMPLETE SNOB! YOUR PARENTS ARE BASICALLY IN DEBT!”

 

I stopped. His eyes stopped looking at mine and he looked down abruptly. “Wait, what?” I questioned confused.

 

“Um, nothing.”

 

“In debt?”

 

“Nothing…I wasn’t supposed to slip out. I’m sorry for saying that. It’s not true.” But for some reason I could see the truth in his eyes and I knew for fact he was lying. “I’m sorry. You aren’t a snob…” he said apologetically.  “Really sorry…” he continued trailing off into a deep, worried stare, “You are very popular…way more popular then me in every way. I should envy you.”

 

I could see in his eyes he was throwing fake words at me. “Tell me, please,” I said almost begging but my face and voice was completely calm, serious and a little bit off guard.

 

“I am sorry…really,” he spoke promising.

 

I nodded my head. “Me too, you aren’t emo…that’s just a stupid label. You are smart too…really smart. If I didn’t have you for a Biology partner my life would be over.”

 

“More,” he smirked.

 

“Hey, you’re talking to me here that am very nice for somebody like me.” I laughed and he did his chuckle but it wasn’t as weird and light as before. He sat me down on the sand. “Can I…can you…what do you mean?”

 

He mouthed something but then snapped it shut. “I just nothing…actually I think I should start leaving. I promised my parents I would do this thing. I will um…bye.” He said getting up quickly waving good bye with a worried grin and I couldn’t get anything out by then.

 

I opened up my cell phone. “Hi, Beth? Yeah, leaving now. Tell Gee I’m not mad at him…just I have to go.” I called a cab quickly after leaving back to my empty house. It would’ve been easier to have my car. But I thought I would be drinking. Well, that didn’t happen, did it?

 

When I got home I searched around the house. For a clue…

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Just on Christmas Eve. In Project Drama Christmas will be right after this Halloween shit going on. Lmao. ;D I'm a little slow on that.

Project Drama [Part 35]

Recap: I am not getting married to Josh Farro!

 

Anabelle’s P.O.V

 

I woke up. My head was spinning. It was always spinning! I couldn’t grasp it all still…yet. I had a million questions to ask. But if I asked them it seemed as though I wouldn’t get answers. Joe was the only lead I had.

 

“Finally up again,” he chuckled.

 

“I need to leave this room. It’s getting insane.” I told him shaking my head pulling out my ponytail. “I keep having headaches.”

 

He nodded his head agreeing, “Okay.” I looked at him confusingly and my expression was all I needed to say. “You could have just asked.” Joe chuckled again.

 

*

 

When I thought I had a moment to run away I could see his shadow darkening mine. He chuckled seeing my expression. “Perhaps, you’d like some coffee?” He tried. I nodded my head carefully grabbing the coffee he armed me. I wasn’t about to touch his hot fingers…I’ve been through that before. His hand went over my forearm where my white wool sweater was so I didn’t feel his fingers or anything.

We were walking somewhere through the hot air of California. He wasn’t being careful. We were in public walking together so at any moment somebody (police) could come up and shoot him and take me to a much safer place but he didn’t seem to be cautious. His interest was on the beautiful blue ocean as we were walking by the road and bridge. “Let’s go swimming,” he decided looking down below from the bridge. “I’ll meet you there.” He smiled looking down below. “Or do you want to jump with me?” He offered. He was going to jump into the water. It was like he was almost giving me the chance to run away.

“What do you mean?” I basically understood clearly so there was really no need in asking.

 

“I’m jumping in. You can go around the bridge.”

But no matter how much I wanted to run away from him (because I could at any moment) my body wouldn’t let me. I had to stay with him. It’s almost like he knew I wouldn’t leave… “Um…” he chuckled. Then Joe started to stand on the bridge top. He bent down and put his hands around my waist pulling me up beside him on the bride top. I overlooked the ocean below me.

 

“Are you sure?” He tried but he already knew the answer. I didn’t even bother replying. He clasped his fingers between mine and then we both let our feet slip. I couldn’t feel his hot fingers on mine when we fell into the water. It was a split second we could feel the air against our skins. It felt almost amazing to be free. Even though I wasn’t really free…basically trapped in Trohman’s world.

 

We both opened our eyes in the water looking at each other and you could see his smile clearly. He held both of my hands (intertwined in his) and we flew up breathing in air. I could here is velvet chuckle and he sprung my hands over his neck and I gripped it as he carried me through the water and into the shore and laid me on the sand. He was only wearing skinny pants (not jeans) and I was wearing a skirt so nothing heavy. He basically already saw my under garments (when I am wearing them and when I’m not). I sat up putting my hands over my knees and looking at the sand on my feet. Joe sat beside me looking somewhere else.

 

We both sat their on the dry warm sand looking at the pale blue sky and white-coated clouds. The sun went west leaving us to look clearly at the clouds. There was nobody really at the beach. No surfers or wake boarders just a family of four twenty yards away.

 

Joe and I sat their silently for a good ten minutes just lying down on the sand close together. Our hands were still clasped tight together (I wouldn't really let go of him). “Let’s go,” he picked me up and hung me around his back running. We went to back to Joe’s red Nissan that we parked outside of Starbucks. It wasn’t a far walk (he carried me anyways) just about four blocks. I didn’t want to ask where we were going but it sort of frightened me when I saw the “Exit Newport Beach” sign and I turned my head seeing, “Welcome to Newport Beach.” We were going out of town somewhere. He was going pretty fast too.

 

“Where are we going?” I finally decided to ask.

 

He answered lightly, “Los Angeles, of course.” Joe smiled laughing.

 

“I’m not even going to ask…” I told him. He laughed shaking my leg and continued on the road.

 

He stopped speeding when we got out of Orange County. In small towns he sped just for the thrill. “So ask me something,” he told me quizzically.

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“Ask me something,” he spoke simply. “There are probably a million questions you are dying to ask me. So ask me them.” He saw my expression and continued, “Even though some don’t require an answer.”

 

“How come I’m with you? How come I can’t go home? How come were going to L.A? How come you let Hayley go and not me?” I wondered (finally out loud).

 

I expected to hear a chuckle but he just grinned. “Umm…you have to be with me. You can’t go home. L.A is better then Orange County. We tried to let you go but you basically came to me running back.” He laughed after. “More descriptive?” I nodded. “Well, you have to stay with someone besides people you know or like,” he laughed more, “so I wanted you. You can’t go home because you know more then the rest. Mischa is dead (by accident don’t be mad) and Hayley was released but she doesn’t know anything. I feel like L.A today. Orange County has too much drama. Basically already answered question four and yeah, I just like swimming.” He laughed more. “Do you have anymore?”

 

“How come Hayley, Mischa and I were even taken away? Why? Why did this happen to us?”

He nodded his expression dead solemn. “Like I said before some questions don't recquire me to answer.” I didn’t reply. I left it at that. As much as I wanted an answer I knew he wouldn’t answer.

 

“We’re here,” he announced. We stopped at the most amazing house I’d ever saw.

It was glass.

 

It was all made of windows and glass. There was a big river in front of it full of big large fish that swam in them. They started to jump high (so I could see them).  He carried me again through the house and everything was basically a neon orange and aqua. Joe put me down on the orange counter. He peered in the fridge and pulled out orange juice.

 

“So we’re just staying here? Don’t you have school?” I muttered.

 

He nodded his head in response. “Yes, but the Halloween Masquerade isn’t going to be that amazing.” I looked down with a frown. That was the only thing I was looking forward to. “Don’t worry Anabelle, it will honestly be the most horrible, boring thing Madsen would do. They have one every year. Besides, everyone goes to Tijuana today to meet some author guy…he wrote Hannibal Rising or something. I was barely there for half of the English classes.”

I has more confidence now that Halloween Masquerade was going to be a total failure and I only just transferred to Madsen so little time ago so I wasn’t supposed to do the whole Hannibal Rising thing in English class.

 

Our day mostly just consisted of lounging around. We did mostly everything together. Joe gave me a lot of freedom. Seriously, if I wouldn’t to some how run away I would definitely be able to but I had this feeling that I just couldn’t. I basically stayed with him throughout the day clinging to him at his every move. I helped him cook, clean and we watched a lot of T.V it was unbelievable. We critiqued everything on T.V and only settled for Infomercials. Joe and I were inseparable in the weirdest way. It seemed as though it couldn’t be as any other way.

I had to stay with him, at all times.

 

Rheagan’s P.O.V

 

“So…I don’t get it. I dress up in some fancy Kelvin Klein dress and then put a matching mask on so nobody knows it’s me?” Rayna tried.

 

I rolled my eyes. “No. Yes. You wear a fancy dress and put on a mask to hide your identity and then you have to wait for your prince charming. But that’s only if you get through the trip today. You go to Tijuana then you can go to the Halloween Masquerade.”

 

“So this is at our Dad’s hotel…the one right beside the beach. We could have a total party! Like hotel rooms for us all and then we can get like mega drunk at the beach and come back to them!” It probably took her forever to think of that…and I blamed myself for giving the time to make up her mind if it was excellent plot or not.

 

“Can’t you just drop me off at the local club or something?” Her voice trailed off looking away in the black Volvo.

 

I shook my head. “Dad wanted us both to do this. It’s a very mind-changing experience, Rayna. You really need one. Maybe you’ll get a life-changing experience that’ll do us all a favor!” She rolled her eyes chuckling.

 

We were a bit late when we arrived to school but it was okay. It was Halloween today and it was a Friday so today was supposed to be a really good day. I did really like the Hannibal Lector series so I was pretty beat so meet Thomas Harris. But something inside of me felt numb.

 

I could see a bad picture on the front lawn of Madsen. (I could immediately spot out my ‘posse’). I laughed to myself of the emphasized word. Alice was clutching Bella tightly and Hayley was in between Alice and Zac. The two looked very annoyed at each other. Then Nicole was right beside Zac miserably talking to Patrick.

 

When I parked in student parking Rayna hopped out immediately running toward Emily, Blair, Bethany and Claire. Nicole and Patrick met me at the doorway entrance (by a numerous number of texts). Both looked severely pissed off.

“I never saw you after Rayna’s party at your hotel! What happened?! I couldn’t find James either. He better not be hurting you,” Patrick challenged.

 

I giggled and I questioned what he meant. “Yeah, I was – we were trying to get a hold of you all weekend! I need to talk to you about Josh. Yeah, what happened to James and you after? You don’t want to end up like I am…”

 

I giggled again but this time at Nicole and Patrick. “Nicole do not worry. We can defiantly talk and Patrick no, he’s not hurting me. We’re actually just getting more serious.” I responded.

 

They tried to talk but I immediately hushed them and we walked over to where Alice, Hayley, Bella and Zac were. I didn’t even want to ask what happened to Alice and Zac because they were not obviously talking. Nevertheless, Bella ended up explaining the whole story to me and Hayley was just trying to talk to them both but nobody would say much to her.

 

All of the English students were waiting impatiently outside of Madsen on the front lawn in the courtyard everywhere. I was thanking God when the buses finally arrived. I ended up sitting with Nicole and Patrick the seat in front of us. I heard the whole story of Nicole and Josh getting locked in the closet. I thought it was all faith in someway. They can’t just accidently get locked in. Not possible…

 

Patrick was just too over-worried about James and me and for the most part of it I thought he was scared he was going to lose his best friend. He didn’t trust James and I thought that was very rude but his morals were good in a way and I thanked him the very much that he’d even think of the future.

As for James and me…I ended up making Nicole move up to Patrick so I could talk to my James. It was almost like all the times I’d talk to any of my friends just way more romantically involved. He made me a mixed tape and showered me in kisses the whole way there. When we were looking around Tijuana I was basically only looking at him. His short dark brown hair and smoldering pure green eyes…they were pretty breath-taking. It was amazing that I didn’t buy an Orange Julius because if I didn’t I would’ve never met James. Oh and he quit Orange Julius. I told him I thought it was cute and he shouldn’t have quit but he just laughed and said he was over it.

 

Anyways, the book convention wasn’t that much fun. When we finally got to meet Thomas Harris I was surprised I didn’t just fall asleep in James’s arms. 

Thank God I didn’t because I’d probably fail and who knows – maybe not even go to the Masquerade. But overall, it was pretty much the worst trip ever.

Even though James is the most amazing guy I have ever met. We couldn’t stop arguing over the silliest thing ever. He wanted an active sex life and I wanted intellectual relationship. He was still obsessing over the fact I wouldn’t have sexual intercourse with him at Rayna’s party. It was definitely the worst place I’d have my first time. He just didn’t realize it mattered to me and I didn’t want to have it in the worst place ever. Now he kept coaxing me to do it tonight in a hotel room. As he saw it was another chance to ‘make him feel better’.

It wasn’t time.