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Chapter 34
JADE
Most teenage girls spend their entire childhood and adolescent years dreaming about days like today. They make scrapbooks, cut out magazine pages and create collages, even window shop in every boutique, planning, plotting, and predicting what their night will be like. The perfect dress, perfect hair, and perfect date. They giggle and gossip about who will ask who, which popular mean girl - or if you are the popular mean girl, which one of you - will be crowned queen. Though most of all, the most invigorating of questions is, will he be your king? Everyone has their own king, the teenage crush they picture watching them intently as they descend the spiral staircase in their gorgeous ball gown, then find themselves waltzing along the dance floor, his eyes never once leaving theirs. A total Cinderella Story moment. Each and every eighteen-year old’s high school existence leads up to this very moment.
Prom night.
Screw graduation, this is the moment we’ve been waiting for, the day we’ve been preparing for. Well most teenage girls, sadly that’s another category I don’t quite fit into. For me, today is just another reminder of how different my life has been and truly continues to be. Scar and I stand across from Stella, who’s happens to be one of those teenage girls I was talking about, dressed to the fucking tens, looking like a real-life princess. If the dress was pink, she’d give that Aurora chick a run for her money. Instead the expensive gown we chose for her is a long, beaded off white dress with an off the shoulder neckline, long sleeves, a corset bodice, and high slit on one side. We’ve curled her light auburn hair into soft barrel curls, applying the slightest bit of makeup on her already flawless facade.
She looks perfect.
“No matter what happens tonight Stella, you are our prom queen,” I murmur, teary eyed and so fucking proud at my newfound best friend, the perfect addition to our duo.
Scar stands beside me in her bra and panties, her small bump looking like she’s had one to many tacos. Her pregnancy is a whole four weeks ahead of mine, but our baby bumps, which are already slightly visible, are about the same size. “Oh Stella you're so beautiful,” Scar adds, the two of us complete and utter blubbering messes before her.
“Seriously guys, it’s like you swallowed a whole canister of feeling pills and are overdosing. Ever since you two became pregnant it’s like you’ve become, well me,” Stella says, laughing at the realization that we have in fact become Stella Silver. Overly emotional and dangerously sentimental.
Nonetheless, here we are, though not at all how we would have ever expected. Scar and I, eighteen years old and on our way to Prom, yet instead of wearing sensual form fitting gowns and turning ourselves into runway models for the night, we’re eating our feelings and stuffing our faces with all the junk food we can possibly find.
“Okay you girls need to get dressed,” Stella calls out as she stares at her own reflection in the mirror. “The guys are picking us up at seven, so we need to be ready, and it’s already five thirty.”
“Ugh fine, but I swear if at any moment tonight I pop out of this dress, that’s it, I’m fucking leaving.” I storm off, reaching for the garment bag hung on the outside of my closet. Scar and I came back to the dorms, figuring we could get ready here since the reception is going to be at an old Castle looking mansion down the road from the academy. “What’s the name of the creepy castle we’re going to?” I ask.
“Wyndham Castle, it’s an ancient palace that belonged to George Wyndham Masters. He was some sort of noble man, descended from royalty or something. His eldest grandson Henry owns it now but not as his primary residence, it’s more of a landmark now, rented out for events like today and other charity galas. Henry is actually Beckett’s father, so I guess technically the Castle, which is massive, not like our mansions but way bigger, belongs to Beckett.”
I shake my head, of course Beck, the posh little prince, owns a fucking castle. I carry the garment bag over to my bed and unzip it revealing a gorgeous, black silk gown, shimmering with rhinestones and actual fucking diamonds sown into its corset like bodice.
No fucking way. Sebastian Silver out-fucking-did himself.
“That dress is gorgeous Jade,” Scar shrieks, carrying over her dark red, beaded, lace gown.
“Sebastian picked it out,” I mumble, still in shock, “I actually hadn’t seen it until just now.” I hold the delicate silk against my body, turning to face the large mirror in front of me.
“Well what are you waiting for,” Scar squeals, “Put it on babe, it’s going to look fucking amazing.”
I nod excitedly, slipping into the dress with Scar zipping me into the corset top. It fits me like a glove, extenuating my curves and molding to the exact shape of my body. Every part. I turn to my side, admiring the way the fabric wraps tightly around my ass but also notice the small bump beginning to protrude over my stomach. I cradle my bump, placing a hand against it, a wave of emotions rushing over me.
They’re going to see. Everyone is going to be able to see the bump protruding from my usually flat stomach.
“Jade,” Scar whispers, placing a hand on my shoulder, noticing my unease. “You okay?” I try to nod my head, assuring her I’m fine, but I can’t. I’m frozen in place staring at my daunting reflection. An unrecognizable girl with wide green eyes outlined in dark liner and gray shimmery shadow, pink plump lips, and a body that looks like she’s undergone a breast augmentation and consumes at least three thousand calories a day. My blonde hair is straightened and parted down the center, falling down my back like a blanket of gold. Gone is the reckless girl who always wore the tightest jeans and the smallest shirts known to mankind, in her place is a woman, a pregnant woman, terrified of what the future will bring. I close my eyes, tears streaming down my face as I picture the little girl who used to dream of having a mother, of what her life would be like if she hadn’t lost hers.
I’m caught in a web of lies, spun by my own mistakes, and weaved by my reckless decisions. A hell of a sticky situation.
Sobs erupt from deep within me as I crouch forward cradling my stomach and weeping continuously. Scar grabs me by my shoulders, while Stella rushes to my side,
“Oh god, Jade, are you okay?” Stella cries out, kneeling before me as Scar helps me sit back on my bed.
“Oh god, what am I doing? What the hell am I doing?”
“Jade baby, come on talk to me,” Scar pleads, gently caressing my hair. “Whatever it is Sis, we can help you, we’re here for you.”
“Scar, how do you do it?”
“What do you mean?”
“How can you just seem so at ease with the fact that you are pregnant?”
“I’m not at all at ease Jade, I’m terrified. So is Ace, we don’t know the first thing about being parents, you forget we were given the shitiest role models. What we do know is that we love each other, and that trumps every obstacle that comes at us.”
