Chapter 204

**Megan**

We all get into the back of the limousine. I ended up fitting into my dress. Surprisingly. It’s not a figure-hugging dress, but it comes in at my waist. The fit is an A-line with spaghetti straps. The top half is a floral embroidery with beading and a deep sweetheart V neckline. The bottom is bare but has a slit up the leg. The colour I’ve gone for is called cabernet; it’s like a red wine colour. From the back my dress looks like a two-piece, the back is more revealing than I would typically go for, but for some reason, it doesn’t bother me. My scars are there, and there’s nothing I can do about them so I should accept and embrace them. I’ve teamed it with the heels Logan had bought me in England.

Yasmin has gone for a dark green, and it’s honestly the best colour for her. Hers is high neck with a strappy back and a leg split. It’s plain and sleek to her body. I love it and I kind of wish I’d picked it out.

Melanie is wearing a black lace long sleeve dress with a dip hem. Courtney had joked to her that we weren’t going to a funeral, leading Melanie to comment on how revealing Courtneys dress is. When I helped Melanie put her dress on, I’d noticed why she had gone for a long sleeve. She has been self-harming, when I questioned her about it she told me she hadn’t done it for a long time, but that didn’t mean it’s not worrying. Thankfully her mom asked her to go to therapy, and she agreed. She told me that it’s mostly due to her confusion.

Julie’s dress is a short princess tulle, beaded top pink dress. She honestly looks like a little doll. She’s wearing the highest heels I’ve ever seen, and her hair is up in the highest ponytail. She looks like Ariana Grande’s sister. I think she’s just tried to make herself look as tall as possible. She phoned Scott before we set off to show him as he’s visiting his family and by the smile, on her face, he approved. 

Courtney is wearing a sheer nude gown with embellishment all over it. The only thing covering her is the bodysuit underneath. Luckily for her, there weren’t any rules stipulated on the dress code for prom and our headmistress is too laid back. All eyes will be on her. I know she wears things like this to shock people, but she does look good in it. 

Logan and Carl had set off an hour ago to help with the preparations and to say his farewells as this is technically his last day. They’re having a leaving party for him next week, he told me he doesn’t want to go, but Carl persuaded him. 

The prom theme is a masquerade ball, so we all have masks. My mask is black lace with gold trim.

I hook my arm with Courtney’s as she is technically my date. Scott was supposed to be Julie’s date, but he’s away, Melanie and Yasmin were going together. Which means they’re all going together. 

Walking into the dance hall, I almost didn’t recognise it. Our school is lucky because it focuses’ more on the arts we have a separate space for things like this. 

Courtney pulls me to the table of drinks. She gives the punch a sniff and then pours me a cup. 

“No one has spiked it yet,” she says to me. I smile a little and take the cup from her. “What? It’s going to happen, I planned on doing it until you told me your news,” she says to me. 

“You didn’t say much,” I say, and she shrugs. 

“I’m happy for you if you’re happy,” she says, “as long as I’m the fun auntie,” she adds. 

“Definitely,” I say with a smile, and we walk back to the group. 

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We’ve been here for nearly two hours, and I can honestly say I want my bed. It’s been fun, but I’m so tired. I’d noticed Carl not long ago as he was talking to Yasmin. I think the masks help hide what they both feel for each other. Yasmin hasn’t told me anything, she just says it was just a bit of fun for her, but the way she looks at him says another story.

I told her about Carl and me to see her reaction, and she looked like she wanted to cry or jump over the table and attack me or both. I thought she’d go in a mood with me, but she didn’t. I knew she was upset and when I went to rehearse for the concert afterwards, I heard her and Carl arguing over it. Carl told her she had no right to be annoyed at him when she told him she had no feelings for him. I don’t quite understand them.

Sitting down at one of the many tables, I slip my feet out of my shoes to rest them on another seat. I had just finished dancing with Kenneth, and I’d spent most of the time trying to get him to ask Courtney to dance. He just kept telling me that he couldn’t. I don’t understand these people. If I can see they all like each other, why can’t they? 

Someone sits behind me after about fifteen minutes. I glance at them and then turn my attention back to Julie, trying her best to get Melanie to dance with her. I chuckle at Melanie’s stubbornness and shake my head. 

“Megan,” I hear someone say. I look to see it’s a guy wearing a basic tux. He grins and goes to sit in the chair I have my feet on. I move my feet down, and he lifts his mask up to show me it’s Nate. 

“Hi,” I say with a small smile. 

“You look really good,” 

“Thanks, you don’t look too bad yourself,” I say. 

“Fancy a dance?” he asks. 

“I’m ok; my feet hurt,” I say, and his eyes glance down to my exposed leg. I move the skirt of my dress over a little. 

“Oh ok, well, do you wanna go somewhere more private?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. 

“No thanks,” 

“Oh,” he looks disappointed by my rejection. “Well, what about later?” he asks a little more optimistic. 

“I have a boyfriend,” I say. 

“A serious boyfriend?” he asks. 

“Yes,” 

“Ok,” he says, defeated. I chuckle a little. “Is he a good guy? Does he treat you right?” he asks.

“Yeah, he does,” 

“Good, that’s good, anyone’s better than Tyler,” he says and stands up. “I’ll see you tomorrow at Graduation,” 

“Yeah, see you tomorrow,” I say and watch him walk over to his friends. I shake my head and move my legs back up onto the seat. 

“You look better than good,” I hear the familiar English accent behind me say. I look to see it’s the man that sat behind me. 

Logan looks sinfully hot is his suit, he’s not wearing a bowtie, his white shirt is unbuttoned at the top, and his tuxedo blazer fits him perfectly. I drop my legs from the chair, to put my shoes back on and turn towards him. I wish I could dance with him right now as a slow song comes on. 

“I think my favourite colour has changed,” he says to me with a smile. I smile and lean back in my chair and rest my hand on my stomach. His eyes drop to my stomach. “He has been trying to pluck up the courage to come and speak to you for the past hour, and you just shot him down,” 

“Would you rather I said yes to him?” 

“No, I was just saying, it was a nice way, but still,” 

“Why would I want a mediocre quickie when I can have you?” I ask. He tilts his head, and the plain black mask makes his eye colour pop. 

“I can’t wait to get you home,” he says. His eyes blaze with heat, and I know he’s undressing me with his eyes. I smile a little and lean forward.

“You should know something,” I whisper. He looks around the room a little and then moves a little closer. “I’m not wearing any underwear,” I tell him before standing up. His gaze moves down my body, and I know he’s trying to see if I’m telling the truth. I am. I couldn’t wear underwear with this dress without having some sort of visible panty line.

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Carl being the busy body he is, ended up volunteering for the girls and me to help clear the hall. It turns out Logan wasn’t safe from Carl's kind heart either. All I wanted to do was go home and lay naked with Logan. 

The principal had told all the other teachers to leave, even those who were willing to help. It wasn’t too bad; it’s mostly just putting things in the bin more than anything. Courtney was not pleased but seemed to have quietened down when Carl spoke to her. 

As I put the last trash bag on the pile by the back door, I feel hands on my waist. I turn to see Logan. I frown at him and move his hands from me. 

“Someone will see you,” I scold. 

“It’s fine, no one here but the people that already know,” he says and takes my hand in his. I look around the room to see he’s right. David is also here ready to take us home. “Come and dance with me,” he says, making me I frown. 

“I’d rather go home,” I say to him and he scowls at me. “Ok,” I sigh and smooth a finger over his brow. “If you scowl too much, you’ll get wrinkles,” I say with a smile. He shakes his head and moves a hand to my waist; the other holds my hand to his shoulder. 

“I’m trying to be romantic, and you’re telling me I’m getting wrinkles,” he says with a smile. 

“I’m sorry,” I giggle and kiss him on the lips. 

We sway to the music; I had noticed that everyone had decided to take a seat at the last table standing. I guess they are just as tired as me. Resting my head on Logan’s shoulder, I feel him pull me closer to him. Moving my hand up to his neck, I give him a light kiss. He seems nervous. He keeps gulping, making his adam’s apple bob up and down. 

This is nice. I wanted to dance with him earlier but couldn’t. I now understand why Carl made us stay back to clean up. If he hadn’t, I wouldn’t have gotten this chance. It’s the perfect end to this school year. After everything, it just seemed unfair to watch other girls dance with their boyfriends and experience this with them. I guess that’s the sacrifice I had to take, though when dating my teacher. 

Our relationship would have been so much harder if we didn’t live together so I should be grateful that my grandfather doesn’t care enough about me. I should really thank him when I next see him if I see him.

“Megan,” he quietly says to me. I open my eyes and look at him. He bends his neck and turns slightly to speak softly to me, “Will you marry me?”