"Hey, Deveraux," Someone called from behind me, tapping my shoulder. I spun around to see Gabriel Williams himself, standing with his twin sister, Janine. What have I done to deserve a chat with the "King" of the school?

I ran a hand through my brown hair, moving my bangs away from my eyes. "May I help you?" I asked politely, shifting my bag from one shoulder to the other. It was lunch right now, and I would like get to my newly fixed car to grab a bite to eat.

"So we were invited to that gala your family is hosting a few weeks from now," He said, shoving his hands in his pockets. His dirty brown hair fell in his eyes, making the orange and gold flecks in his blue eyes pop. I had to bite my tongue to resist the urge to tell him his eyes amazed me.

"And…?" I asked in a bored tone. What did he want? The Williams always came along to the events my family hosted, and we in return showed up to theirs. They were not very interesting, and I stayed far away from Janine and Gabriel.

"We were wondering if we could invite Lisa and Calvin," Janine interjected, glaring at me a bit. What did I do to her? If I recall correctly, it was her who pulled my hair when we were kids, it was her who used to tease me about my singing, and it was her who I stuck up for in the 4th grade when Bobby Wellers dumped his food on her "accidentally."

I waved a hand through the air, dismissing that thought. "Invite who you want; I don't care. Just have your parents call mine, and it's all set," I said, pulling my car keys from my pocket. "Just don't invite more than ten people. It's a gala; not a party."

With that, I spun on my heel and made my way towards the student parking lot.

"Hold on!" A familiar voice called from behind me. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Gabriel walking quickly towards me without Janine. "Can I join you for lunch?"

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Why?" I asked skeptically. What else did this prick want from me?

"Uh," He said, scratching the back of his head, "Can't childhood friends eat lunch together?"

"No," I answered coldly, "Because we were never friends." Continuing my way towards my car, I could hear Gabriel's footsteps following me. "Don't drag your feet," I ordered, unlocking my car.

"Where are you going for lunch?" He asked, ignoring what I told him to do. If there was one thing I hated, it was when people dragged their feet. Lift up your feet, people! It's not that hard to do. Not only is it irritating, but it damages the soles of your shoes.

"Probably Harry's," I replied, opening my car door and hopping into the driver's seat. Gabriel opened the passenger seat and sat himself beside me, lacing his fingers together. "What are you doing in my car?" I asked slowly, enunciating each word.

"Getting lunch with you," Gabriel answered nonchalantly, buckling on his seatbelt. "If I were you, I'd start driving; lunch ends in fifty minutes, and I don't like eating in cars or at the school cafeteria."

I rolled my eyes, but started my car and pulled out of the parking slot. I pressed a button on my dashboard and my band started playing through the stereo. The song playing was our cover of "Love Story" by Taylor Swift. Marissa's voice rang through my ears; she had a beautiful voice, really. I don't see why I'm the lead singer sometimes.

"What band is this?" Gabriel asked, tapping his fingers on his pants.

"My band," I replied nonchalantly, leaning my left arm on the door. I usually drove with my right hand only or both of my hands holding the bottom of the steering wheel. I don't know why, exactly, but that's how I drive. Along with speeding on the streets and scaring the crap out of my passengers.

He nodded and leaned back into his seat. "You drive fast," He said calmly.

"I've noticed."

"What are you planning on ordering?" He asked.

"Probably fries, a burger… A smoothie sounds good too. Or maybe coffee," I said thoughtfully, licking my lips in anticipation. I was hungry; I didn't get to eat this morning due to my longer-than-expected visit at the orphanage, and last night, I crashed before I could grab a bite to eat.

"A girl with an appetite," He mused.

"Well… I like food," I said, pulling my car into the parking lot at Harry's. When I parked the car, I hopped out and locked it behind me, not bothering to check if Gabriel was following me.

I entered the little diner, the smell of hamburgers filling my nostrils. "Yum," I said, walking to the counter. Aura Lee, a girl about my age, was working the counter. She usually worked whenever I came around, so she and I got to know each other a bit. "Hey, Lee," I greeted her.

She waved and smiled at me. "What can I for you today?" She asked.

"I want large fries; a cheese burger, hold the mayo; and a strawberry banana smoothie with extra strawberries," I said, pulling a twenty dollar bill from the pocket of my blazer. "Keep the change." If I knew one thing about Harry's Diner, it was that the job payment is terrible, but it's satisfying working there because of the nice customers and the tips people leave.

"Thanks, Ellarie," Aura Lee said, handing me my receipt. I nodded and took a seat in a booth, folding my arms on the table and leaning my head on my arms.

I've had a long week. Ever since Kaden and Marissa started dating, they've been stuck in the "Honeymoon Phase" and seem to not be getting out of that stage anytime soon. Then, every night in that long week, I've been going down to the orphanage and helping out Sister Caroline and Mother Elena with the kids and organizing fundraisers. Also, I've been booked tomorrow to find a dress with my mother and Ronnie at the mall for the gala my father was hosting in a few weeks. Oh, and not to mention: In my music enhancement class, we have to film a music video to a song with the people in our group. I'm glad I have Ronnie, Kaden, and Marissa, but we haven't started on it yet, and it was due in a week!

"Take a breather and relax," Gabriel said, pulling up the chair beside me. He sat down and smiled at me. "Breathe in, breathe out."

I did as instructed and felt the stress leave me for a bit. "Thanks," I said.

"Ellarie, order's up!" Aura Lee shouted from the counter. I stood from my seat, but Gabriel put a hand on my arm. I looked down at him, raising an eyebrow. "I'll get it; go sit down."

I opened my mouth to protest, but he was already on his way towards Aura Lee with my tray on the counter. I shrugged and sat back down, anxiously awaiting my meal. I loved food; it was very delicious. Especially the burgers Al, the Diner's cook, made because they are to die for.

Gabriel returned with my tray and straws. He placed it in front of me and plucked a fry from the little bowl it was in. I glared at him as he flashed a smile in my direction. "Thanks," He said, helping himself to my fries.

"Pig," I muttered under my breath as I took a bite of my burger. I immediately spit out the bite I took onto a napkin because it was too hot. "Damn, that burns."

He chuckled and put a straw into my smoothie before handing it over to me. "I think a cold smoothie would make it better," He said, chuckling. I took a sip and heaved a relieved sigh. That did feel better. "You're welcome," He smiled.

I rolled my eyes and picked up a French fry, popping it into my mouth and chewing. "Okay, quit the act, Gabriel. What do you want?" I asked monotonously, taking another sip of my smoothie. Oh, strawberry banana goodness.

"That gala…" He said, his voice trailing off. I urged him to continue. "Well… my mother is a bit… eccentric and she has it in her head that Lisa is a bad person and wants me to be with someone she knows…"


"So she'll try to set you up with me at the gala. I don't know what she's planning yet, but I know it's big," He concluded, taking another fry from the bowl.

"I don't see how that's a problem seeing as how you and I never stand within ten feet of each other," I pointed out, taking a bite of my cooled-off burger.

"Mother has her ways," He said solemnly.

I nodded, unconvinced. "And telling me this is the reason you came today? That's it?" I asked.

"No, I wanted to steal your fries too," He said, plucking another fry from the bowl. This boy was really getting on my nerves; I paid for these fries and–what is this? He's drinking my smoothie too! "This smoothie is really good; what kind is it?"

"Strawberry banana with extra strawberries," I said softly, finishing up my burger. "You can finish the fries."


I nodded and glanced at my phone. 2:32. Oh crap; we're late for school! "Gabriel, we're late," I said calmly; funny, I thought I would have sounded frantic or something. I guess not. I grabbed my bag and picked up the tray, except for the fries.. "Well, I'm not going back to school, so find your own ride."

Returning the empty tray to the counter, I exited the diner, not bothering to check if Gabriel was following me. I didn't like him very much, even after this encounter. This was the most we spoke since that one night at a gala his family was holding. We were playing cards out near the garden and talking about how boring these events were.

Sometimes, I wondered why Gabriel stuck around with Lisa and her group. He was nicer than most of the others in The Devil Spawn Group and smarter than the average person. He was kind to everyone in the school, but an asshole when Lisa and his friends were around. I don't understand how someone could be so two-faced.

"Where are we going now?" Gabriel asked out of nowhere.

I jumped and kicked his shin. "OW!" He shouted, falling to the ground and clutching his leg. "You are one crazy woman, Deveraux."

"At least I don't jump out at people like a rapist," I countered, helping him up and to my car. "I didn't hit you hard enough to fracture your leg; just enough to be able to run away. I suggest you go see a doctor to figure out what to do about it if it hurts a lot."

I unlocked the car doors and helped him before shutting the door behind him. I walked around to the driver's side and started the car, pulling out of the parking stall. "I'll take you home; I don't think staying out with a leg like yours is good for you."

"How hard did you hit me?" Gabriel asked me frantically, shaking my arm. What a child; I didn't hit him that hard.

"I told you; I hit you hard enough for me to be able to run away," I said, "Shows how much you listen."

"Is it going to bruise?"



"Why are you so irritating?"


"Oh, relax, Gabriel. It's not that bad."


"No, it isn't."








"SHUT UP OR I'LL PUSH YOU OUT THE CAR LIKE ROAD KILL," I shouted angrily, pulling over at the side of the road. This argument was childish and pointless and getting on my nerves. It doesn't take a lot to push my buttons, so I get angry easily, even though I mask it well. It was one of my many talents; masking my feelings.

"Fine," He said childishly, pouting and crossing his arms over his chest.

"Oh, don't be such a child, Williams'," I said, rolling my eyes and driving back into the road. Why was he still in my car? I should have ditched him when I had the chance, but no. I decided to blind myself with his good looks and allowed him to charm himself into joining me. This shouldn't be happening, actually.

"Can you take me to the ER?" Gabriel asked, rifling through the box of CDs I had on the floor near his seat.

I groaned. "Why do we need to go to the ER?"

"Because someone might have fractured my leg," He said, gesturing to his leg propped up on my dashboard. He'd better than his lucky stars that I was the cause of his injury because if I wasn't, I would have shouted at him for having his foot up.

"Does it hurt?" I asked, dodging a few cars on the road to switch lanes. My driving will be the death of me… one day.

Gabriel scoffed, "Of course it hurts! How would you feel if I kicked your shin?"

I rolled my eyes. He is such a drama queen. "Why are you in my car again?"

"Just get me to the hospital," He ordered, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back into the seat.

I slammed my foot on the brakes, earning a few honks from the drivers behind me. "Get out," I said.

"What?" He asked, bewildered.

"Get out of my car. I'm not some piece of trash you can order around," I answered coldly, "Now get out."

"I'm not leaving," He said stubbornly, propping his over foot onto my dashboard.

I raised an eyebrow. Grabbing my bag, I opened the door and started my way down the street. Judging from where I am right now, I'd take at least an hour and a half to get home by foot. I've got my work cut out for me.

"Hey, hold up!" Gabriel shouted from the car. I didn't turn back. "Ellarie, get your ass back here right now!" I still didn't look back. It was a good thing today wasn't hot or I'd be sweating a lot in my uniform. "Hey!" He yelled.

I brought my iPod out from my bag and put my earphones on. Tuning out the constant calls of Gabriel, I started on my long journey home.

Have you ever gotten that feeling where you think someone's watching you, but every time you look back, no one seems suspicious? Then you keep walking and look back again and you see no one? I hate that feeling. That's what I'm experiencing that right this very moment.

It has been a few days since I've left Gabriel on the street, and I still haven't gotten my car back. The Williams called my parents though, informing them that they had the car with them and would bring it to the gala next Saturday.

Today is Sunday and I'm at the mall with my mother and Ronnie. My mother and I are shopping for a dress to wear for my father's business party with the Williams which will be held at Dreamers, a large ballroom where many parties are held such as debuts and business meetings. I invited Ronnie because she has been with me more since Marissa and Kaden are always together.

We were in our fifth store, trying to find a dress for me to wear. My mother found her dress when we reached out third store and bought it right away. It was a simple dark blue dress that was strapless and reached the floor. There was a slit near the middle of her right thigh that reached the bottom of the dress and it flowed as she would walk. It looked beautiful on my mother and really brought out her blue eyes.

"What about this dress, dear?" My Mother asked, holding up a long pink dress that flows on the bottom. It had spaghetti straps and sequence on the body. I hated it.

I shook my head. "Not this one, Mother."

She groaned and ran her hand through her blonde hair. "You are very hard to shop for, Ellarie," She concluded, pulling out another random dress. "This one?"


Ronnie laughed at my mother's exasperated expression and patted her on the back. "Mrs. D, I'll take over from here. You can continue your shopping spree and we'll call you when we find one," She said.

Mother opened her mouth, shut it, and then opened it again. "Very well," She said, "Good luck, Ronnie dear. You'll need it more than Ellarie." She kissed my forehead and walked out of the small boutique, leaving Ronnie and I behind.

"Come on, let's head to that store you were eying out earlier," Ronnie said, taking my arm and pulling me out of the store. "I know you want to go there."

I smiled at her and nodded. "I couldn't really say anything because you know how she is," I murmured, walking along with her. I glanced back yet again and saw no one familiar. What the hell is going on?

As we neared the boutique I wanted to go to, I felt someone looking at me yet again. Ignoring that feeling, I marched into the little shop with Ronnie and headed to the rack near the back, picking through the multi-coloured dresses.

Ronnie grabbed my hands and pulled me off to the side. "Before you can actually pick a dress, you must first decide: what kind of attire the party you are going to attend is, what colours go well with your skin tone, and how well you want to impress."

I nodded and looked at the dresses. "We're going to a business party with old people and possibly some teenagers, so maybe the dress-code is formal or semi-formal. Colours that go well with my skin tone are… red, white, black, floral prints, and whatever else you think goes well with me. As for whom I want to impress… well, I want to impress myself and my parents and their guests, I suppose."

"Who're their guests this time?" She asked, picking through the different coloured dresses in the racks and giving me a few of them.

I shrugged, "I didn't bother to ask."

She handed me about three more dresses and directed me to the dressing rooms. I had about eight dresses in hand, each of them different colours. There were two white dresses, two black and white dresses, one red dress, one floral print dress, and two light beige dresses.

"I want to see each one after you try it on!" Ronnie called out after I headed into a stall. Groaning, I pulled off my tank top and shorts and pulled on the first white dress. It was a strapless number than ended right at the top of my knees. It tightened around the stomach and had a corset on the back. The bottom half of the dress was covered in a thin sparkly layer of fabric that went over the bubble-like ending of the dress a bit.

Heading out of the dressing room, I tied my wavy hair into a knot at the side of my head. It was naturally straight, but today I curling it just a bit with my flat iron. I tugged on the end of the sparkly layer of dress and bit my lip, waiting for Ronnie's criticism.

Her eyes went up and down my dress as she motioned for me to spin slowly. "Stop," She said after about three spins. "Switch dresses; I like this one, but I don't think it's the best one."

I nodded and went back into the dressing room, slipping the white dress off and picking up a beige dress. I put it on and zipped up the sipper on the side. This dress had a halter like top and ended right above the knees in the front and about an inch or so behind the knees in the back. The bottom of the dress flowed with every movement I made and felt soft and silky.

I stepped out of the dressing room and made a face. I didn't like how this dress looked on me; it made me look like I was much older than I actually was. "I don't really like this one, Ronnie," I said, tugging at the end of the dress. "The only part of the dress I like would actually be the bottom."

Ronnie nodded, "Go in a change. I think you should try the red one on next."

I went back in the room and slipped the beige dress off. I picked up the red dress and smiled; this is the one. I haven't even tried this dress on, but I knew this was the one I would wear to the party. I just knew it.

I pulled it on and went out of the room excitedly. "Ronnie, this is the dress!" I said happily, bouncing on my feet.

This dress was a velvety red colour that ended right above my knees. It had spaghetti straps with a corset on the back of the dress. From below my breasts until about the middle of my stomach, the dress seemed to tighten around me but was still breathable because the fabric just clung to my body. From the bottom middle of stomach, the dress seemed to flow out until it reached the top of my knees.

Ronnie grinned and clapped her hands. "Don't try on any other dress; I like this one! I think you look hot in this!" She winked and led me back to the dressing room to change.

I quickly pulled off the dress and slipped into my tank top and shorts. I placed all the dresses on my arm with the red one on top. When I exited the room, I handed the dress to Ronnie and returned all the others on their rightful racks.

Grabbing my phone out, I called my mother to inform her I found a dress I liked. "Would you like me to come down, dear?" She asked over the phone.

"No, I have my credit card," I replied, holding the phone between my ear and shoulder, taking the dress from Ronnie to find the price tag. This dress was a good $130 without a brand name.

"Are you sure, Ellarie? I can come down now and then we can go grab a bite to eat before retuning back home."

"You can come down here, mum, but I'll pay. We're at Century on the first floor across The Coffee Shop Soundtrack."

"Okay, dear. I'll see you in ten minutes then." We hung up and I walked to the cashier, who was a girl around my age. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail and she had a name tag on her black shirt that said Jeanne.

Jeanne brightened up when she saw me and pulled a smile on her face. "Hello, did you find everything you needed today?" She asked, scanning my dress. "This is a really pretty dress; I'm glad you found a beaut–" She cut herself off.

"I'm glad I found a beautiful dress too," I said, smiling.

"That will be $132.08, please. Will you be using Credit or Debt?" She asked, tapping the screen in front of her.

"Debt," I replied, handing her the small plastic card from my wallet. I entered my pin number and signed the little screen before me before Jeanne handed me my receipt and card.

She pushed the bag towards me and smiled, "Please, come again," She said.

I grabbed the bag and stuffed my wallet back into my pocket before exiting the boutique with Ronnie. "Have a nice day, Jeanne," I called out behind my shoulder.

Ronnie and I met my mother outside the store and made our way back to our house, dropping Ronnie off to her house on the way. We didn't bother to eat at the mall because it was near closing time, and my father said he'd like to eat dinner with us tonight. I was glad he was home. We haven't had dinner together in a while, seeing as both of my parents were at the car company every night for the past few weeks. I wonder what's going to happen.

I'm sorry this took forever to get out, but I've had writers block and yeah. I don't like how this ended, but I like that its long. Ellarie and Gabriel, lol. They're dumb. Thoughts? Kbai~