Forty-nine: Not a Queen but His Lady

I let Sam drag me back to the auditorium and kept my eyes away from anyone's glare. I can feel some of them staring at me—judging me.

I can't blame them. If I witnessed an average girl kiss the school's ultimate crush, I'd probably be staring at her, too. Unlucky for me to be the said girl.

Enzo and blondie stood a few feet apart from us, chin held high and smiles at the ready. They look like winners already.

"Don't slouch. We could be King and Queen now." Sam said as he elbowed me.

I straightened up though I didn't give a fig if I win or not. I'd rather slid off towards the dark corners and disappear. I started to feel an itch around my eye lids, I closed them not so gently and knew that it wasn't because of the make up. I was holding back the tears because I could still picture out Lucian as he kissed me.