Prince Charming
Chapter 10



After lunch I had to go to study hall. I walked into the loud room and got out my homework. I was so glad to leave lunch; my friends would not stop talking about Dylan and the whole “Cinderella mystery.” In a matter of fact, the whole school was gossiping about it, even the teachers. This needed to stop; if everyone continued to obsess over this, I was going to crack any day. I just wanted to tell him so badly that I was the girl that he’s in love with. But as soon as he found out he would probably lose interest in me since I’m a total loser. Not to mention the fact that Kate would kill me.
I started my math homework when no other than Dylan himself walked into the room. “Excuse me, may I make a quick announcement?” he asked my study hall teacher. I quickly propped up my math book and hid my face behind it so he wouldn’t be able to recognize me. “Go ahead.” my study hall teacher grumbled. “As most of you probably know, I’m trying to find the girl I met at the nice last night. She’s a junior at this school and if you know who she is please tell me. Thanks.” I peeked up from my book to find him smiling after his speech. Then he walked out of the room. I heard a bunch of girls squeal in the corner of the room. Some guys in the other corner were talking about it too. No matter where I went, this Cinderella thing kept following me. Which made it harder and harder to ignore and move on.
“Chloe, are you riding the bus?” Rachel asked. “Nah. I have to stay after for that assignment I missed in cake decorating.” I told her. “Oh, well you see tomorrow then. Skype me tonight?” “Sure.” I told her while she pranced to her locker. I went to my locker to pack up my stuff to find Sarah there. “So are you sure you’re not Cinderella?” she asked in a mean tone. “Of course not, Sarah.” I said while putting my binders into my backpack. “Well, I bet you sure wish it was you. It’s too bad.” she said suspiciously while walking away. But hey, that was Sarah. She was your best friend and worst enemy at the same time.
I got to the baking room to find it empty. I found a note on the board that read, “Chloe, your assignment is on the first table. When you’re done leave it on my desk. –Mrs. White.” I read the assignment over and started to decorate the cake. All of the sudden I heard the door open. You’ve got to be kidding me, it was Dylan. His back was turned while he posted a “Missing Cinderella” sign on the door. I started to freak out. What was he doing in here anyways? I tried to rack my brain for what to do. My heart starting to pound faster and faster. Just then the first Hannah Montana episode popped into my head. The one where Miley doesn’t want Lily to find out she’s Hannah Montana, so she sticks her face into a cake. So of course, I did something of the sort. I dipped my face into the bowl of frosting I was supposed to use to decorate my cake. I did it just in time, before he turned around.
“What happened to you?!” he asked. I had a serious issue talking to boys I liked and the fact that he liked me back but didn’t know it was me made it so much worse. “I, um, well, it’s a long story.” I said. “Need some help cleaning up?” he started to walk towards me. “No, no thanks." I jumped out of my seat quickly. He couldn’t find out who I was. “Okay.” he said. Dylan started walking towards the door and I could finally breathe again. But as soon as he was at the door he turned around. “Your voice sounds familiar to me.” My heart started to pound quickly again, “Well, I have one of those voices that a lot of people have.” I said and let out a nervous laugh. “Your laugh too.” he added. “Out of curiosity what grade are you in?” he asked. “10^th” I spat out real quickly. “Oh, never mind then. Well, good luck.” he said, sounding disappointed while leaving. I started to clean my face. I kind of regretted lying to him now that I thought about it. But I wasn’t sure I was ready to tell him it was me, yet. But after talking to him and just seeing him again, made me want to tell him about that it was me even more.

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