Baby I'm A Sinner novel Chapter 85

Jake screams when he sees me, and walks over to hug me tightly as Harry waits smiling a few steps back.

"You look gorgeous as fuck! Look at the two of you! And you're matching!"

"It wasn't intentional." I say, just as Noah tells him that we didn't even intend to do so. And we really didn't. I just realized that we're both wearing white.

"Then it's meant to be! Come on, let's ask someone to take a picture of the four of us." Jake says and Harry is already going over to the nearest person, which happens to be Lucas, and asks him to take a photos of us.

We pose for three photos, before Eleanor also arrives in a pretty gown and kisses him on the mouth.

"Sorry 'm late guys. What did I miss?"

"Well, we're still waiting to get in the fucking line for a few professional photos, but everyone knows that you always come out looking your best in basic iPhone selfies." Lucas tells her.

So we take a selfie, before it's our turn to walk the red carpet. A few hired photographers are lined up on either side, taking pictures of us as we walk and when we stop to smile at the cameras. I already know that tomorrow, everyone's profile picture on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram will be the best one of these one can find.

We finally walk inside ten minutes later and leave our coats and bags in a storage room. There is already music coming from the hall we're supposed to hold prom in, and I'm actually a bit nervous as I walk next to Noah and Emma towards the giant double doors. Maybe even more nervous than I was at the record label party.

The room is decorated beautifully and the lights and the atmosphere are 'lit', as Jake put it when we sat down at our table.

"So who do you think will be voted queen?" Emma asks me as we make our way to the bar, leaving everyone behind.

"Kylie. Or Eleanor. Probably Kylie." I say and ask the bartender to give me a Tequila Sunrise. Emma asks for the same before she turns back to me.

"And king?"

"Noah. Definitely. He's running against Lucas and Sean. And he won last year, so." I say, not sure how I'd feel seeing him and Kylie dancing in front of everyone.

"Won't you get jealous?"

"About?"

"Him and the prom queen dancing and taking pictures."

I pull my glass towards me when the bartender sets them down. It's then that I remember I'm not supposed to be drinking, so I ask for a glass of water instead, trying to avoid the ugly glare he shoots me. "I mean, I'll get a bit jealous, but it's nothing. Just a dance. Plus, Kylie's with Sean."

"Right." Emma says and grabs her own drink before we head back to our table. Everyone's buzzing, waiting to get the first round of drinks in before we finally hit the dancefloor.

The music is amazing and everyone's having a good time; and even though I don't really get to dance much with Noah because girls keep asking him to dance and whatnot, I still manage to (pretend) have a good time with the rest of the group.

Two hours later, I still didn't get to dance with Noah, and everyone is ready to announce prom king and queen, so we all huddle closer to the stage.

"Good evening students, teachers." Mr. Brooks starts as he takes the stage with a sheet of paper. "As you know, one of the most anticipated moments of tonight has arrived. We're about to announce the winners of prom king and queen."

He looks down at the paper for a second, before he looks back up.

"First, lets start with the nominated ladies. First up, we have Eleanor Cartwright."

Everyone claps as Eleanor walks up the stage, and Lucas makes a show of whistling and shouting.

"Our second nominee is Kylie Edwards!"

More people clap and Kylie walks next to Eleanor with a friendly smile.

"And last but not least, Angelina Heeley!"

One of the girls on the cheer squad takes the stage and smiles at the crowd.

"And now for the prom king nominees. First up is Lucas Tatcher."

I scream louder than I should for Lucas as he walks up the stage with a grin on his face.

"Next up is Sean Black."

After Sean finally stops next to Lucas, Mr. Brooks leans close to the microphone once again.

"And of course, last but not least, Noah Hudson!"

The girl screams are a lot more prominent this time as Noah makes his way through the crowd and stops next to Lucas.

"That being said, it's time to announce our king and queen. Can I get some drumrolls please?"

The DJ plays some shitty drumroll effect as Mr. Brooks opens an envelope offered to him by Ms. Flack.

"And the prom king is..."

I bite my lip and watch Noah throughout the whole thing.

"Noah Hudson!"

Everyone erupts into cheers. Noah walks over to Mr. Brook and lets him put a crown on his head and a blue sash.

"And our prom queen is..."

I can see Emma staring at me, but I try to brush it off. There's nothing to be bothered about.

"Although it was a close one by just two votes, our prom queen is Angelina Heeley!"

I'm just as surprised as Emma, Eleanor, and Kylie, but I clap nevertheless because it's the polite thing to do. After Mr. Brooks crowns her and gives her the pink Prom Queen 2016 ribbon, he takes both their hands like the big drama queen he is, and holds them up.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our 2016 prom king and queen, Noah Hudson and Angelina Heeley!"

"He looks like a fucking wrestling referee." Jake whispers in my ear, and I can't help but burst out laughing. My laughter dies soon enough though, because Noah takes Angelina's hand as he leads her down to the dancefloor where people have cleared the way for a 'first dance'.

They're doing a slow dance that seems to go on forever, until it eventually ends and the music starts up again. Everyone is congratulating the two, so Harry suggests we go out for a smoke since it's pretty crowded on the dancefloor right now.

We get out coats from the storage room and then exit through the back. I have my own pack this time, so I give Harry a cigarette (because I owe him plenty), before he lights them both in one go.

It's not as cold as I expected it to be in April.

"That's sexist."

"It's not, it's the truth."

I poke my tongue in the inside of my cheek. "Well, this time it's not."

"Dani."

"Noah."

"Anyway. Let's say that you're fine for the sake of the argument, even though I know you're lying. I came to talk to you and to give you something."

My heart starts beating faster.

What in the world could we possibly talk about?

What does he want to give me?

Oral sex?

Jesus Christ

!!!

He looks for something through the pockets of his jacket, until he pulls out a gold studded crown that matches his. Sort of.

"What's this?" I dumbly ask, not really getting what he's trying to do.

"A crown. For you."

"For me? Why?"

"Do you really need me to spell it out for you?"

"Kind of, yeah." I say, looking into his eyes, trying to figure out what the fuck he's thinking about.

"I got this from Angelina."

"Why?"

"Because you're my princess."

My heart literally melts because I definitely was not expecting this answer.

"Wha-" I say but he steps forward and places it on my head. I feel like I'm about to cry but I don't want to. I won't.

I will not