I stumbled over my feet as I tried to hunt down my pair of red heels.

I still didn't feel a hundred percent, my stomach hurt, my body ached, and despite everyone telling me otherwise, I didn't feel okay.

Brianna had suggested that it was all of the stress finally taking a toll on my body, Mom had said it was a bug that should be gone soon, and Cam. . . Cam didn't say a word.

I knew what he was thinking, because I was letting myself start to believe it too.

"You look better." Shay commented, entering my bedroom. I shrugged, lifting my head up and staring at her in the doorway for a second.

She looked amazing. Her hair had been pulled back into a perfect french braid that rested on her right shoulder, a few inches above the beautiful royal blue dress that hugged her waist and flared back out toward the bottom.

"Who are you going to Prom with anyway?" I questioned, blinking to clear my head. I didn't remember her even mentioning anyone had asked her.

"It's a surprise." She winked and stalked across my room to my bed. She crouched down and pulled my red heels from beneath it as if she were able to read my mind.

"How are you feeling?" She asked, diverting the subject back to me. I strapped my heels on, avoiding her questioning look.

"I still don't feel great, but I'm not letting Mom know that. She won't let me go if I do." She nodded.

"You don't think-" She started.

"I don't know, Shay. I don't want to think about it tonight. I just want to have fun." I stood up, flattening my dress back out as I walked over to my mirror across the room.

I smiled at my reflection, hoping it would liven me up a little. My face was ashen despite the make-up I'd thrown on an hour ago. My dark hair fell in ringlets around my face, falling on to my bare shoulders until it was against my black and crimson dress.

"You look great." Shay assured me, rubbing my arm, "But we better get going, the boys are waiting downstairs. With your Mom. Not good."

I agreed and followed her out of the room, keeping my focus on my feet and not tripping over my dress.

"Smile, girls!" Mom called up to us. Shay and I looked up in unison, blinking before getting blinded by the flash of Mom's camera.

Once we regained our sight, we headed down the stairs toward her. I met Cam's eyes halfway down, freezing me in place.

He had a look in his eyes that I hadn't seen in years, making his eyes an almost opaque green opposed to his usual hazel ones. His lips had curved up into a smile at the sight of us on the staircase, his hands wrapped around a small plastic box.

"Don't you girls looked beautiful!" Mom exclaimed, pulling us into a hug before snapping another picture.

I was able to escape her grip and made my way across the room to Cam, touching the bruise beneath his left eye that didn't seem to want to heal right.

"You look gorgeous, Blake." His lips grazed my cheek as he whispered in my ear, "I always fantasized about this night happening just like this, and it didn't even come close to this." He made a gesture toward my body before kissing my cheek.

"Thank you. . . I think?" I laughed, feeling his hands rest on either side of my waist.

"It was a compliment, I promise." I stopped him from kissing me, not wanting him to get sick if I was still contagious, and turned around to search the room for Shay's date. No other guy was here except Ray sprawled out along the loveseat.

"Where's your date?" I questioned my best friend. She smiled sheepishly in return.

"Her date is right here, Blake." Ray waved as he spoke, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. I frowned, feeling my eyebrows drawing in confusion.

"But you're-"

"Haven't come out to my parents, I needed to pacify them." He sighed, "Plus, if I were straight, Shay would totally be my type."

My best friend was nodding in agreement, letting Ray slip the corsage on to her wrist.

"It's perfect, Blake. I get the full Prom experience without worrying about Ray getting too handsy or wanting to get lucky." I laughed, shaking my head in amusement as I turned back to Cam.

He was fumbling with the plastic box containing my corsage, creases of frustration appearing on his forehead.

"Nervous much?" I joked, opening the box for him. He slid it on, not saying anything.

"You okay, Cam?" I reached out and brushed a loose strand of his unruly dark hair off his forehead. He shrugged, smiling weakly.

"I'm fine, Blake. We better get going or we'll be late."

*

Cam's strange behavior faded for a while at the dance. He walked off for a while to talk to his friends, a slight limp still in his step. He would come back to me a few minutes later and ask if I wanted to join him, but something in his eyes told me it would be better if I said no.

"Wanna dance?" He outstretched his hand, his eyes searching mine. I nodded, letting him lead me toward the dance floor.

"I have two left feet an-"

"I know, Blake. I know everything about you. Just follow my lead." I smiled, shifting so we were in the right position.

Never in a million years would I have ever imagined spending my Senior Prom with Cam-as my boyfriend. If someone would have told me this was how I'd be spending my last year of high school, I would have laughed in their face.

I had become another Blake over the last few months, someone I wasn't sure I liked quite yet.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Cam whispered.

"Just thinking about things." I laughed as he spun me around and pulled me closer to him, "What about you? What's going on in that empty head of yours?"

That got the first chuckle out of him all night.

"Do you want hear the truth or a lie?" He asked, brushing his thumb along my cheek.

"The truth, Cameron. You know I always want the truth." He dropped his hand back to my waist before pulling away from me entirely.

"Turn around." I frowned, opening my mouth to respond. He turned my body around and forced my head in the right direction. My lips parted in surprise when I saw who was standing back against the wall.

"Wes." I looked back at Cam, "What is he doing here? I thought-"

"I think you should ask him yourself." Before I could answer, he took my arm gently and led me toward the dark figure, the wallflower, pressed back against the wall with a smug look.

"Cameron." Wes nodded, holding out his hand as some sort of peace offering. Cam took it hesitantly, then turned his attention to me.

"I'm going to go find Ray. One dance, buddy." To my surprise, Cam laid a hand on Wes' shoulder gave it a squeeze before walking off. The gesture was so friendly, so Cam, that I couldn't help but stare after him in horror.

"You want to dance?" Wes cleared his throat, holding his palm out to me.

"Are you sure you want to be with me? What you said-"

"Come on." He took my hand and took me back to the spot Cam and I had been dancing in moments ago, positioning his hands in the same places he had.

"You're right, I shouldn't be here right now. I promised you I'd stay away." He whispered, his eyes roaming my face, "But I suppose my heart got the best of me. I had to experience this, Prom, with you. I had to." I opened my mouth, then shook my head.

"Shay is here too. She-"

"I already talked to her." He shut his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheek, "She's doing okay, Blake." I turned away, feeling him let out a heavy sigh in the other direction.

"Why didn't you tell me? Why did you tell Cam and not me?" Considering how Shay was handling it, I was sure he had told her too, but she was family.

"Because I knew Cameron wouldn't care. That telling him wouldn't hurt him at all. I knew the second I told you that I'd see this, the way you're right now." He explained, his voice barely audible over the music and chatter of the couples dancing around us.

"I needed to give you both a proper goodbye, Blake." He opened his eyes, "And Cameron was nice enough to let me do that, even after all the shit I've done." I clenched his tux in my hand, feeling my eyes stinging with tears.

"I'm sorry, Blake. For kissing you at the beach. In my mind, I saw it as a last chance. But there was never really a chance there in the first place, right? What I did was unacceptable, and I understand if you can't forgive me, but I want to hear it, even if it's not the truth. I want to hear that your forgive me." I shook my head repeatedly.

"Stop talking like this, Wes. It's not like you're going to die, there's a lot of people that lived and still live with-"

"Say it." He repeated. I met his beautiful blue eyes after a second of silence, biting the inside of my lip to keep it from trembling.

In that moment I saw Wes for who he really was, I saw my Wes in a different light. He was a guy that had made a mistake, multiple mistakes. It's one of the things that makes us human, learning from them. And staring into his piercing eyes, I understood that he had and now he wanted us both to have some sick sense of closure. Everything in me wanted to hug him and beg him not to leave, but Brianna's words bounced around in my head, cutting any of those thoughts out within seconds.

"I forgive you." I laced my fingers through his, "Truly. Honestly." He moved forward so his forehead was resting against mine and brushed both of his thumbs against my cheeks.

"I love you, Skittles." He started to push away, dropping my hands so they fell limp at my sides.

"I love you too, Cheesecake." A hysterical laugh left my mouth as I watched him back away, watched emotion after emotion flash through his eyes before he turned his back and leaving me. Somehow I knew it was for good this time.

Despite the large crowds of people around me, I felt alone. I felt as if I was standing alone in the middle of the Gym, the last bit of hope I'd had left for my life to go back to normal falling to the ground and shattering into a million pieces.

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