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○ chapter fifty eight ○

Winter's P.O.V

"Winter, come on! I really want to go to this store!" Amanda says, tugging on my arm. I laugh and hold my hand up at her.

"Wait, this one looks nice." I say and feel the material of the dress and I hear Amanda groan loudly.

Right now, since we had two days left till prom, Amanda and I decided to go shop for dresses. Since Amanda was really picky with the dresses and she needed the 'perfect' dress, I knew we were going to be here for a long time so I really didn't rush on finding a dress that suited me. On the other hand though, Amanda didn't like taking her time like me. She was inpatient and picky not calm.

"Ugh, it's not even pretty! Come on!" Amanda starts again and I sigh and leave the dress as we walk out of the shop and into another. The shop looks very expensive but since my dad offered to pay for my dress, I didn't care. But, I was at least going to make it easy for dad. Amanda though, had lots of money stored in her bank account so she was sorted.

"Oh look at this one!" Amanda says as she stares at the red dress in silence. I  smile at Amanda and nod. The dress was strapless and had diamonds on the top area of the dress. At the front of the dress though, it didn't flow to the bottom of the floor like the back of it - it stops at the knee - but overall, it really looks nice.

"I think it looks beautiful." I say and Amanda looks at me and holds onto the dress, her eyes glaring into mine.

"Nope, it's mine. Get your own." Amanda says and I laugh, walking around the shop to look for a dress.

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After staying at the mall for more than three hours looking for a dress, I finally gave up. Amanda tried helping me but I really didn't like any of them. Some dresses showed way to much and some covered up a lot so basically that night, I went home empty handed.

"Hey mom, where's dad?" I ask as I walk into the kitchen. My mom turns around from stirring the pasta and shrugs.

"He didn't tell me." My mom says and I nod, taking a seat on the stool.

"So, how did the dress shopping go?" My mom asks and I sigh.

"I didn't find anything. They just... weren't me, I guess." I say and my mom turns around again, a bright smile on her face.

"So you've done looking for one?" My mom asks, the smile still on her face. I shrug and tie my hair up in a bun.

"Well, Amanda did want me to go and try again tomorrow-"

"No, no, no." My mom quickly says, rushing over to me. I was suprised in her actions. She places her hands on my shoulders and shakes her head as she whispers another 'no'.

"W-Why?" I stutter and my mom grabs my hand and pulls me out of the kitchen and up the stairs towards her room. I lean against the door frame and watch as she goes to her cupboard and pulls out a sealed bag. She walks to the bed and lays it down.

"My mom gave me this dress to wear to the prom..." She starts off and I walk towards her, standing beside her. She gives me a smile looks back at the dress.

"It was a pass-me-down dress since my mom had worn it at her prom. She told me that if I was to have a daughter, I should give this to her. Since you didn't meet your grandma, her only wish was to give this to you and pass it down to your children and your children's children. She said that would make her the happiest woman alive..." My mom tears up a little when she grips at the zipper of the bag.

"She made it from hand so it means a lot to me and I hope it means a lot to you too." My mom says as she pulls down the zipper. My eyes go wide when I see the dress.

It was a beautiful aqua colour and I'm pretty sure by the length of it, it flows all the way to the ground which is what I like. I shows a little bit of skin on my stomach but I was fine with that. It was sleeveless and it was laced up above my top area and went up to my neck. Overall it looks absolutely flawless.

"I love it." I say a smile on my face. My mom zips up the bag and hands it to me.

"I knew you would. Go try it on." My mom says, a grin on her face. I raise one of my eyebrows.

"Now?"

"Yes." My mom says and I nod slowly, watching my mom leave the room to probably continue cooking dinner.

I look at the bag and smile, hugging it.

This definitely was the perfect dress.

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Ryan's P.O.V

I take in a deep breath and look at the place I never thought I would be at again.

Prison.

Okay, so I am not going to jail, I am just visiting a certain old friend of mine.

"Ryan Monroe." I say to the guard and he looks through the list and nods.

"Work experience or visiting?" The guard asks.

"Visiting." I say and the guard nods.

"I hear you were a prison guard. Is that true?" The guard asks and I find myself nodding again. The guard smirks and nods.

"Straight through that door. We will bring Mr. Anderson to you in a moment." The guard says and I thank him, walking through the door. I walk into another door and sit at the table.

A few minutes pass until I hear the door open and I look up to see Phillip walk in with two guards walking in behind him. Phillip's hands were cuffed as he walks to the seat in front of me. He sits down and the guards leave the room and stand by the door in case anything happens.

"What do you want, Ryan?" Phillip is the first to speak up and I look at him, a frown on my face.

"I want you to answer this." I say and lay out the photos of this Gemma girl in front of him.

"Did you give the tapes to this girl?" I ask and Phillip smirks.

"Yes." He says clearly and my eyes narrow at him.

"Why?" I ask and Phillip shrugs.

"I want revenge so why not humiliate Winter on the big night and give the job to the girl who hates her? By the way, the whole school will be there, so this will be fun. Everyone deserves to know the real Winter, Ryan. Your daughter is not the innocent girl everyone thinks she is." Phillip says and he stands up and the guards immediately come back in.


The guards get Phillip back to his cell and I groan, running my hands through my fingers.


"Shit."

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Winter's P.O.V

"I love it!" Amanda says, completely gawking at the dress. I nod and sit on the bed.


"I know right." I say and Amanda looks up at me with a smile.

"Wanna swap?" She asks and I laugh and grab the dress, putting it back in the bag.

"Hell no." I say, shaking my head. Amanda laughs and sits on my bed, taking out her phone. I put the dress in the cupboard and sit next to her.

"So, what do you think your dad is doing about the whole Gemma thing?" Amanda asks and I shrug.

"I really don't know to be honest." I say and Amanda nods.

"I have Gemma's number..." Amanda says and I look at her confused.

"So?" I say and Amanda rolls her eyes and places her hands on my knees, grinning at me.

"Let's call her." Amanda says and my eyes go wide and I shake my head.

"Nope. I mean, you can call her but not me. I want nothing do to with this." I say and Amanda pouts at me and I look away from her.

"Please?" Amanda asks and I shake my head again.

"No, Amanda." I say and Amanda turns my head so that I am looking at her and she looks me straight in the eyes.

"If you love me you would say yes." Amanda says and I laugh.

"You can't use that against me."

"Well I am. So..." Amanda grins and I sigh, rolling my eyes.

"Fine but I am not talking." I say and Amanda nods and she goes through her contacts and clicks on a name that reads 'Queen slut' with a crown emotion and a disgusted face emoticon. I laugh and Amanda does too.

The phone rings and we immediately go silent. I chew on my lip to make me not laugh or say something and suddenly, the beeping stops and Amanda and I share a look saying 'holy crap'.

"Hello?" I hear Gemma ask and I look at Amanda, seeing if she is actually going to say something. Amanda flashes me a grin and clears her throat.

"Gemma, this is..." Amanda starts in a low voice. She looks at me and my eyes go wide. I mouth 'Danny' and Amanda nods.

Sorry Danny but... Uh I don't even have a reason why I am sorry. I guess I am actually not sorry?

"This is Danny." Amanda says, her voice still low. I hear Gemma sigh.

"Yes?"

"Gemma, I just want to tell you that you are... a bitch." Amanda says and I hold in my laugh. Gemma laughs.

"Is this phone call even going anywhere? I have important stuff to do." Gemma says and Amanda winks at me when I send her a terrified look.

"What important stuff?"

"If you really must know, I have to sort out a little presentation for a friend." Gemma says and I roll my eyes.

"Ooo go on." Amanda continues with the low voice and I try not to chuckle or laugh. This is funny seeing as Gemma is completely clueless that she is talking to Amanda.

"Well... can you keep a secret?" Gemma asks and Amanda nudges me in the knee, smirking at me.

"Yeah." Amanda says smoothly.

"Okay well, this girl I dislike goes to my school and her father's friend gave me tapes of some secret stuff she used to do when she was younger. He paid me one hundred thousand dollars just to humiliate the total shit out of her with these tapes but... I really don't want to do it." Gemma explains and my eyes go wide at what I've just heard.

Gemma doesn't want to humiliate me? Phillip paid Gemma one hundred thousand dollars? Okay, what the hell?

"What do you mean you don't want to?" Amanda asks and Gemma sighs.

"I really don't think she deserves it. I mean, the only reason I don't like her is because-"

Suddenly the phone shut off and the picture of the dead battery came up and I felt my heart drop.

"Ugh fuck sake! Mother fucking slut of a whore... bitch!" Amanda shouts at her phone as she throws it on the floor. I groan and run my hands down my face.

I don't deserve it? What does she mean by that? She hates my guts but then tells a random stranger that I don't deserve it?

Okay, something is up.

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Hello guys and girls! Another chapter is here with me today! Did you guys like it?

Okay so what do you think is up with Gemma like wtf? Gemma is totally up to something...

Please VOTE and COMMENT. I'm going to leave this short so I can work on the next chapter for you all.

-XmysterysmileX

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