[Epilogue] Finally With Mr. Player

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Author’s Note-

Can’t believe this story has finally come to an end. I’d like to thank each and every one who read this story, voted and commented or even added this to their library from the bottom of my heart. This story has got this popular all because of you guys. It’s finally getting completed. 

So here’s the epilogue-

Epilogue

“Alex, Dylan’s here!” my mom’s voice comes up.

“Crap” I mutter. Calm down Alex, calm down! Dylan can wait for you. Just calm down.

I take in a deep breath hoping it will have the desired effect and start combing my hair once more. I try to clip it up like I want to but all in vain, my hair just wouldn’t stay up like it’s supposed to. I let out a frustrated shriek. Why the hell is my hair being so stubborn right now? I flop down on my bed, angry and almost in tears. I’ll never make it to the dance in time.

And it’s not that I can actually bail out on it. Not this one, no. I mean it’s not every day that you have your senior prom, do you? It’s a once in a life-time experience, and I’m lucky enough to say that I have a date for this. And not just any date, we’re talking about Dylan Kennedy here, the school’s hottest guy, not to mention my boyfriend.

“Honey, are you okay?” mom enters my room, looking worried.

“Nope, I’m not at all good. I could use some help here” I say pointing at my messed up hair-do.

“That’s it? I thought you had some serious emergency like your dress got torn or it got ruined or you feel sick or something like that.”

I glance at the dress I’m wearing and silently thank god for it being okay. I don’t know what I’d do if it got ruined. That would suck big time, especially since this dress cost me quite a bit. Even though pink is not my color, my prom dress is pink. Well, it’s not exactly pink it’s a hot-pink color. It has sequins encrusted in the corset area and is tight against my body. It flows down lik frock then in it's soft lace material.

“Well, it’ll be good if you helped me out now, we’re already late and—“

“Shh! It’s okay, mom to the rescue!” she chirps and gets down to doing my hair. I sigh, silently hoping that mom will do the magic and my hair will transform  into what I want it to be.

“Where’s Dylan by the way?” I ask.

“Oh, he’s waiting downstairs. Told him to watch some sports while he did.” I nod in reply and sit silently as she twists my hair into complicated braids and knots and clips them at various places. I wonder what she is doing and how my hair looks since I’m not sitting in front of the mirror at the moment. After about ten minutes or so, by the time I am really impatient, mom lets go of my hair and says that she is done. She smiles in anticipation as she tells me to get a look in the mirror. I walk over to the mirror and stifle a gasp. My hair which had been a wreck just a few minutes ago had been transformed into a glamorous bun.  A few stray curls fall down, encircling my face. I love my hair!

“Thank you mom, I love it!” I turn around and hug my mom tightly.

“I’m glad I could be of help” she says smiling her motherly smile.

I get up and grab my clutch and exit my room, mom follows close behind. I make my way down the stairs and I notice Dylan sitting on the couch, watching football on TV. As he hears my footsteps, he turns around. Our eyes meet and he gets up. His face is a mask of shock and surprise as he keeps looking at me, not removing his gaze from mine for even a second.

I check him out briefly; he looks as sexy as possible in a black and white tuxedo which makes almost swoon with delight. He looks so damn hot. I admit he looks good in practically anything but there’s something different about how a guy looks in a formal tuxedo which makes him look more sophisticated, manly and…hot.

“You look—”we both begin at the same time and then chuckle.

“You look beautiful and breath-taking as always” Dylan says and holds my face in his hand tenderly as he brings his lips closer to mine and softly kisses me. I kiss him back more fervently and furiously. I break away from him for a minute. “You look damn hot, you know?” I say.

He chuckles. “Well that’s Dylan Kennedy for you, I always look hot!”

I roll my eyes even though I know it’s true. “Shut up, and kiss me” I say. And he brings back his lips on mine without any hesitation. We continue kissing. His lips feel soft and delicious against mine. Our lips move together in perfect coordination and it’s the best feeling ever. Too bad it doesn’t last long.

We here mom coming down the stairs and quickly stop kissing, though we still stand close. She has a camera in her hand. Of course, my mom wouldn’t be my mom if she didn’t find the need to take pictures of her daughter with her prom date.

“Perfect, just stand exactly like that and smile at the camera. Say cheese!” she encourages us.

We skip the ‘say cheese’ part and simply smile and click goes the camera.

“Now look at each other and smile!” I roll my eyes as I look at Dylan and notice my face breaking up into a smile instantly. It’s just too hard to look at him and not smile. He smiles back his heart-stopping smile at me and mom takes another picture. After some more posing and photo-taking mom finally lets us go. I swear, the way she instructed us to take various poses, she could have been a photographer!

We bid mom goodbye and walk out in the cool night. It’s supposed to be a little hot these days, but the nights get pretty cooled down. I take Dylan’s hands as we walk side by side towards his sports car. He opens the door for me like a total gentleman even though he doesn’t need to. He always acts like a gentleman around me. As I take my seat beside his, he grabs my hand and plants a soft kiss on it.

“Did I tell you, I love you?”

I bite my lip. “Nope, you didn’t, not tonight.”

“Well then, I love you.” He says and I giggle.

We both lean closer to each other until our lips meet for the second time tonight and start kissing. After kissing for a couple of minutes, we part and drive off the school. By the time we’ve reached school, my heart’s thudding erratically against my chest. I’m nervous. I don’t know why though. There’s nothing to be nervous about. I have a partner for this dance, I have a gorgeous dress and I look pretty today.

I take in a deep breath as I get out of the car. Dylan looks at me and passes me a reassuring smile, almost as if he can sense my nervousness. Together hand-in-hand we make our way to the school gym where the dance is taking place. The theme is the traditional prom theme, lots of balloons and colorful decorations.  Students are piling inside the gym. There’s a bored-looking photographers near the entrance who’s taking the pictures of the pose-giving couples who are then going inside the gym to enjoy the night.

Me and Dylan pose for the camera too and then enter the gym. ‘Prom Night’ is written in big, bold letters in a fancy handwriting on a big banner in front of the small stage created for everyone to see. The refreshment table is on the right and left side of the gym. The center has been left vacant for everyone to dance. At the back of the dance floor, many tables have been set too.

“Let’s go find the others” I say and I and Dylan head off looking for our friends. We find them sitting on one of the tables, eating. Me and Tia see each other at the same time and immediately rush to each other to envelope each other in a bone-breaking hug.

“You look amazing!” We both exclaim at the same time and chuckle as we realize we said it together. And Tia really did look good. Her hair was not in a bun unlike mine and fell down her shoulders in beautiful curls. Her make-up was perfect as usual. She was wearing a violet frock with a lot of frills and a huge ribbon along the waist-line.

“So…who’re you with?” I ask curiously. And I know she’s with someone. This is Tia we’re talking about and Tia wouldn’t ever turn up to the dance especially the prom without a partner.

“Uh…I’m with—”

“With??”

Suddenly Matt comes up and puts a hand around Tia’s waist. I immediately cock my eyebrow at Tia.

Her face instantly flushes. “I—I needed a partner and so did he—”

I roll my eyes. “I know you guys are together!”

She gasps. “You do?” she says skeptically.

“Well yeah, I do. I saw you guys kissing a couple of days back” I say with a teasing glint in my eyes. It was no secret that both of them liked each other. Sure, Tia had always had a thing for Matt, but recently as I and Dylan had got together. Tia saw more often of Matt and soon Matt started falling for her too. They’ve probably moved over their pasts and are together now.

We sit down and talk a bit before heading off to the dance floor. ‘Dance Again’ by Jennifer Lopez blared over the speakers and it instantly brought back a lot of memories. It reminded me of—

“Oh look, bitch alert!” Tia leans over me and says.

“Huh?” I turn around and see Stacey entering the gymnasium. She looked stunning in a floor-length deep-red gown. It had beautiful diamond-like structures encrusted along the cleavage (which was really deep) and the waist line. The straps went around her neck. The dress had a deep cut which showed off her tanned, long legs. I noticed many people turn. The surprising thing though, was that she was completely alone. She had come to the dance without a partner.

I guess Tia noticed it at the same time as me because she went on “Hey, why’s she alone? Could it be that she is here without a partner?”

I shrug. “Guess so. Let’s go talk to her”

Tia stares at me incredulously. “I’m serious, okay? Haven’t you ever noticed how alone Stacey seems sometimes, she’s like a lonely bitch these days. It won’t hurt to be good”

Tia rolls her eyes. “Since when did you get this caring for her?”

I think about it. Maybe it’s because I feel bad that I took Dylan from her. I mean sure, it’s life, people come and go. But she liked Dylan too. And I know how it hurts to see the one you love loving someone else. She’s probably going through the same thing. The least I can do is be civil with her.

Are you serious? Be civil with you current boyfriend’s ex who hates you with a passion?

Yes.

So I confidently walk over to Stacey. She really looks beautiful today. I can’t help envying her beautiful hair which cascades down her back looking like spun gold.

“Hey Stacey” I say, ignoring the warning bells which are ringing in some corner of my mind, warning me about the soon-to-come awkwardness.

She turns around and looks at me. Her eyes widen slightly, before their back to how they look whenever they look at me—icily.

“Hey Alex” she says coldly. She doesn’t fake sweetness; she says it like it is. I know she doesn’t like me. I don’t blame her though. I don’t like her either. But I don’t hate her anymore.

“Nice dress…” I don’t know what else to say.

“Thanks” she says, her tone sounds a little normal and less intimidating now.

“Stacey, can’t we be good to each other? Can’t we be at least a little civil? ” I say in a rush.

“Civil, yes. Good…don’t think so.” She says her mouth twitches, like she’s almost trying not to smile. I’m at the point of arguing again when she goes on. “Alex I don’t hate you. But I can’t like you, sorry. You have something which I want. Oops, I meant something I wanted. But don’t worry; I won’t do some shit like causing problems between you guys or anything. If I had to, I would’ve done that long ago. I’m over it.” She says shrugging.

“Really?” I say, quirking my eyebrows. “You know what I think Stacey? Even if you weren’t over it, you wouldn’t have done anything. I think you’re better than that”

She smiles. In all honesty, Stacey smiles at me. Even though we both probably wouldn’t be seeing each other since school’s almost over and we’ll all be heading off to college, I at least know she doesn’t hates me. In fact, I can actually dare to say she doesn’t dislike me either. Not like, no. That may never happen. But she doesn’t dislike me. And I’m happy to not have anyone hating me.

And it’s true. Stacey can be a bitch (correction: she is one) and she may have her own reasons for acting like that. But she isn’t evil. She can be selfish, and she may put others down, but she won’t step on others for her happiness (okay, she can totally do that, but I’m going to pretend she won’t)

“So…we’ll keep it this way. Just being…”

“Ex-enemies?”

“Yeah. Because we’re definitely not friends.”

I nod, though I’m starting to doubt that. We’re onto the path of friendship, even though we’ll never get to walk it as I said we both are heading off our ways for college now. But I guess I have Stacey to thank for making my high school years so…

Fun? Delightful? Exciting?

Interesting. Yeah, she made it interesting.

I shoot her one last smile, adding “You’re totally gonna end up as the prom queen” before walking off. Then I head towards the dance floor and start dancing like there’s no tomorrow. And when the fast-paced songs stop and the slow songs make way as the nights go on, my eyes look around for Dylan. But I can’t find him. Suddenly someone taps me on my shoulder and I turn around to see Kevin.

“Oh, hey!” I exclaim.

“Hi, wanna dance?”

I shrug. “Sure I guess”

As we both dance, I can’t help remembering how Kevin had been sort-of interested in me. (And how he entirely forgot about me and went off with some other girl) But I’m glad he did. I mean if he had continued being interested in me, and I would have given him a chance, maybe I would have never ended up with Dylan.

We dance on for a few minutes before we’re finally interrupted by the person I’ve been looking for all this time—Dylan.

“Can I have my girlfriend back now?” he says, not in a rude way.

Kevin chuckles. “Sure”

And I’m finally in Dylan’s arms now. But we both have to stop dancing as the music suddenly stops and I see our school’s principle on the stage.

“It’s time to announce the prom king and queen’s name!” the whole crowd goes crazy and starts hooting or clapping wildly.

“Okay, okay, silence. Now I’ll be announcing the prom king. And the prom king is—“

I look at Dylan, knowing very well he’ll be the one.

“—Dylan Kennedy!”

People start clapping crazily and hooting and cheering for him. He looks at me, shoots me his dazzling smile which makes me go weak in the knees and heads over to the stage. The crowd immediately parts for him like the red sea.

The principle takes the crown and puts it on Dylan’s head. “Well done,  and the prom Queen is—Stacey Richards!”

I smile. Didn’t I say?

I see Stacey heading for the stage from the other side of the gym. The cheer and clapping was deafening. Many people were wolf-whistling (the boys, I mean) She blew everyone kisses as she finally reached on the stage and wore the crown.

“And now the prom king and queen shall start the next dance”

The crowd momentarily fell into an awkward silence, clearly knowing that an ex-couple were going to take on the stage and things would be really awkward.

Well not really.

I saw Stacey and Dylan start dancing. It was actually weird since I didn’t feel jealous at all (and I can be damn possessive!) They didn’t smile at each other but I noticed they were talking to each other. Though it was good I guess that they weren’t giving each other the evil eye. Looks like everything is good between them now.

Their dance ended soon and Dylan rejoined me, wearing his crown this time.

“Enjoyed with Stacey?” I say, sounding pissed.

“Huh?” his eyes widen and he’s about to retort when I chuckle. “Just kidding!”

His lips twitch and he smiles. “I don’t like girls who are super-possessive” he whispers.

“Whatever, let’s just dance” I say.

Dylan immediately wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer. My heart instantly reacts to this and starts beating a hundred times faster. I clasp my hands behind his neck and get even closer. He leans closer and brushes his lips against mine. I sigh with content, but am getting impatient too. So I force my lips on his full on and he kisses me back instantly. His lips move passionately against mine and I keep kissing him. I never want to stop.

It’s so strange that even though everything has changed between us, the way his kisses make me feel hasn’t. The first time I ever kissed him, I hated his guts, and I hated him. It was all hate, hate and hate. Then that hate turned to love. I can’t even remember how it did. It was all so sudden. And now I love him. I really do. And I can so happily say that he loves me too. Our feelings have changed, but the way his kiss makes me light-headed and makes me see stars hasn’t changed one bit.

As I stare into his eyes as we dance slowly, I remember all the things he made me feel—hate, anger, annoyance, happiness, excitement, and love.

“I love you Dylan” I say all of a sudden.

He’s surprised for a second. Then he says calmly “I love you too” he says it like he means it. And I’m glad that I took the risk of falling for Mr. Player and giving this a chance. Because if I haven’t, I wouldn’t have realized how it feels to be truly happy.

And I don’t know what lies ahead of us. Will we still be together a month from now, a year? We’re both heading off to college soon (Thankfully we’re studying in the same college which is totally cool!) Right now I just want to live in the moment and be with Dylan and be happy. Right now I’m sure the player in him is dead and I’m the only girl he loves.

And I’d like to keep it that way.

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A/N- And so the story has ended…FINALLY! How awesome is that? It’s my first completed book on Wattpad and it sure feels good to put on a green tick against it. Remember it’s on Watty Awards 2012 so VOTE VOTE VOTE!!! Please VOTE for all the chapters for which you haven’t. It wouldn’t take much time and it’ll mean a lot to me. By doing that I’ll know that you truely liked my story. I’ll get down to editing this thing now. As for a sequel, I do have an idea but I’m not currently working on it. There could be a sequel sometime in the future but not now. You will know if its there. Also, I’ll be posting a new story soon called – ‘A Flirtationship’.I think you guys will like it. So please give it a shot when I post it! :D

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