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Sarah Carerra Book 3 - Concerto in A-
By Megan Campbell
Chapter 3.29 - The Autumn Ball
School on Friday was a blur, but I likely wasn't the only one who had other
things on my mind. There was something about this dance that enticed me
more than any other school dance I'd gone to. Perhaps it was because this
was the first time that I was going to attend one as Megan. Before, I had
always been a bit awkward and unsure of where I fit into the world. But
now, with all of the things that I had undergone over the last six months,
I knew exactly who I was.
Before I got up on stage at Scott Crawford's house the night that he
offered me a contract, I had questioned where my life was supposed to go. I
had questioned who I really was. Ever since the accident Mary had been
working with me to help me find my place in the world.
Now, with a multi-platinum selling album, a very successful concert tour
under my belt, and legions of fans wherever I went I no longer questioned
my purpose. Even if Sarah Carerra hadn't become a main part of my life I
couldn't imagine living in the dreary world I had been plodding through.
Everything seemed so much more vibrant now! So much more real. Sarah
Carerra's career could end tomorrow and I'd still be happy with where my
life had taken me.
But I also knew that not everyone felt the same way about me. As Stephanie
finished up my makeup for the evening I knew that going to this dance might
be a bad idea. While nobody had done anything to me in quite a while at
school, I could still see the disdain in some of their eyes. The barbs and
comments that had been a daily occurrence at the beginning of the school
year had become rare, but I knew they were still on the tips of the tongues
of some of my schoolmates.
For the most part they had left me alone, but I hadn't done anything to
make them question who or what I was. I didn't force what had happened to
me into any of their faces. Now, however, I was going to show up at the
dance with Paul. I wasn't really worried about what they were going to say
to me, and I knew that there would be enough chaperones around to prevent
anybody from doing anything physical.
I was, however, worried about what they would do or say to Paul.
Despite the strides that he had made in coming out of his shell over the
summer, I wasn't entirely convinced that he was as strong as he appeared.
He was definitely more well-rounded. His bravery to come to my CD-signing
had done a lot for him. The way he handled the publicity after he
recognized me at the OC Fair concert was also impressive. But I couldn't
predict what would happen if our classmates turned their ire I had felt so
keenly at the end of the last school year upon him.
Once again I began to second guess my decision to accompany Paul to the
dance. In some ways it would have been better if I had gone with Ethan.
Everyone at school knew that we were just friends, and they likely wouldn't
have done anything more to him than they already had. Yes, Paul and I were
friends too, but everyone knew we didn't normally hang out all the time.
When they would see me enter on Paul's arm they would immediately know that
he had asked me to be his date.
All of these things were on my mind as Emily and I posed for pictures for
our parents and then entered the limo that was waiting for us. Both Paul
and Ronan were unhappy that we, the girls, were picking them up this
evening, but neither of them had a standing contract with a limo company to
provide limousine service whenever it was needed.
We stopped at Ronan's house first, and I waited patiently as Emily went up
to his door and posed for pictures with him. Eventually they made their way
back to the limo. Ronan seemed impressed when he slid inside.
"Wow!" he said. "I guess having Sarah Carerra as a friend pays really
well!"
"It doesn't hurt," I replied while smiling back. I didn't know Ronan very
well, but he seemed like a nice guy and Emily couldn't stop smiling.
I nervously exited the vehicle when we pulled up in front of Paul's house,
and the front door opened before I made it even halfway up the walk. Paul
came rushing out excitedly, and I once more thought about calling this
whole thing off. The look he was giving me was not one of friendship, and I
did not want this relationship to go any further than that.
"Megan, you are gorgeous!" he cried out, and his mother, who had followed
him out, vigorously nodded in agreement.
"Thank you. You clean up pretty well too." Paul was wearing a tuxedo that
had definitely been tailored for him. I wondered if he had purchased it
specifically to impress me this evening or if he had it for some other
reason.
"Paul!" came a yell from his house. I looked over Paul's shoulder to see
his mom standing there with a camera. Paul turned and led me back up the
sidewalk to where she was waiting for us.
"Hi, Mrs. Johnson," I said as we approached.
"Hi, Megan," she smiled back at me. "Thank you for agreeing to accompany
Paul. He's been talking about this dance non-stop for weeks now."
"Mom!" Paul whined. Obviously he didn't want me to know how excited he was.
Sadly, I already knew and it concerned me.
Paul's mom frowned at him, and I knew that she too was worried about his
feelings for me. Both of us knew how fragile Paul's self-esteem was. He had
made leaps and bounds over the summer, but he was still the same shy boy
I'd had as a Biology partner.
"Don't do anything to embarrass her, Paul," his mom said in a tone that
indicated it was a reminder. "She's been through enough this year already."
"Mom!" Paul practically screamed this time, but I couldn't fully suppress
the chuckle that came to my lips. It was the right of moms everywhere,
perhaps their obligation, to embarrass their sons in front of their dates.
Paul wasn't getting out of this one. "We have to go," he finally stated,
hoping to get away from her.
It worked, somewhat. We still had to take some pictures, and I had to make
her promise to send copies to my mother. Then it was back into the limo.
The ride to Alfredo's, where we had a reservation for dinner, was short and
somewhat awkward. Ronan still seemed interested in my connection to Sarah,
but he definitely had nothing in common with Paul. It was up to Emily and
me to keep the conversation going. The same problem persisted through
dinner, though it eased up slightly.
By the time we arrived at the school it was apparent that both Ronan and
Paul were looking forward to separating Emily and me for a while. I really
didn't want to be left alone with Paul, but I also knew I didn't have a
choice. Paul was a great guy, but his attitude toward me had turned more
and more in the direction that I didn't want it to go. He was starting to
treat me like we were a couple, and I knew that wasn't going to happen.
Entering the sea of people that made up the student body was almost a
relief, as he had to concentrate on moving through the crowd instead of
staring at me. He dragged me straight to the dance floor, and we spent the
first few dances in silence.
Paul stared at me the entire time, oblivious to the sideways glances we
were receiving from those around us. The looks seemed to be a mixture of
surprise, envy, and a small amount of disgust. I didn't know how to take
the attention we were receiving, so I decided to ignore it.
As we continued to dance, it seemed that Paul remembered that we were out
in public together; he seemed to be reverting into his old self a bit. He
was nervous - I knew that. But he also seemed to be avoiding eye contact
with anyone, including me. I did my best to try to engage him in small
talk, but all he would do was briefly look at me, smile, and then give me a
short response.
Eventually he seemed to tire of dancing, and we made our way off the dance
floor and found ourselves at a table with Emily, Ronan, Ethan, and Jane. I
had hoped that the night would feel less awkward with my other friends
nearby, but the tension at the table was palpable. It took me a while to
realize that it was Ethan who seemed to be upset with me. He was smiling
and talking like we were still friends, but he was pulling away from me if
I moved close, averting his gaze when I looked at him, and doting on Jane
much more than I knew he would normally do.
Emily had also noticed the change in his attitude, but she seemed to be as
confused about his reactions as I was. I wondered if perhaps he was upset
that we hadn't invited him to go to dinner with us. But both of us knew
that Ethan and Jane were going to dinner with her two best friends and
their dates. Maybe he had realized that he didn't like Jane the way he
thought he did, but that didn't explain his reaction either.
I was left wondering when a young freshman approached our table.
"Hi, Megan," he said, and he was much more nervous than Paul had been all
night.
"Hi, Stephen," I replied with a smile that nearly toppled him. "Are you
ready for that dance?"
"Um..." was his response. I could tell that he wanted to say yes, but like
me he had seen Paul's reaction to my question.
"What dance?" Paul asked worriedly. "You are on a date with me, Megan."
I turned to Paul, and I was upset. Paul was being much more possessive than
I felt he should. We were not really dating - we were only friends! I knew
he wanted to be more, but I had already told him that was unlikely to
happen anytime soon.
"I promised Stephen a dance," I told Paul. "We'll be back shortly."
I reached my hand out to Stephen, and he took it with more reverence than
he should have. I heard Paul start to protest, but Emily placed her hand on
his arm to silence him. I doubted that he would be happy about this, but
it
wasn't his decision - it was mine.
"Are you having fun?" I asked Stephen as he led me out onto the dance
floor.
"I am now," he said with a gleam in his eye.
I held back the sigh I felt at having another boy besotted with me. Instead
I replied. "Good."
Thankfully, the song that was playing wasn't a very slow song, and we were
able to dance together without a lot of touching.
There were many pairs of eyes on Stephen and me as we continued to dance. A
number of other freshmen kept eyeing us, and once I had finished dancing
with Stephen they were there hoping for their chance. I had to let them
down gently because even from the middle of the dance floor I saw the frown
on Paul's face.
As Stephen escorted me back to the table I knew that tonight had been a
mistake. It was apparent to me that Paul believed that we had taken our
relationship to the next level, and we hadn't. The jealousy that he was
showing was not a good trait, and I was sad that it had been my acceptance
that had brought it out in him. I wasn't entirely sure what to do to
alleviate the situation, and before I could say anything he had dragged me
back out to the dance floor. I knew he was trying to prove the point that I
was his date, but I was becoming frustrated with him.
The song we were dancing to ended and a slow number started to come from
the speakers around the room. I suppressed my sigh and let Paul place his
hand on my hip. He was staring into my eyes, and I didn't like the emotions
that were roiling around in there.
"Do you remember what we talked about earlier this summer?" I asked Paul
softly so the other couples around us couldn't hear.
"Yes," he said, and there was an excitement in his voice.
"It hasn't changed, Paul," I dropped the bombshell. I not only watched the
fire in his eyes dim I also felt the clenching of his hands on my body. I
knew it was not what he wanted to hear, and I knew this wasn't a good place
to talk about this. But I just couldn't let him continue thinking that I
was his girlfriend.
"Why?" he asked.
"I'm still not ready," I told him the truth. "I'm still trying to figure
out who I am." I echoed the same words that I had told him over the summer.
"And even if I was, I can't guarantee that we would be a good match."
Paul started to pull away from me at those words, and it was my turn to
clench onto him.
"Look, Paul, I'm not telling you this to hurt you," I said, but I knew he
was in pain. "I'm telling you this so that you have a chance to prepare for
the possibility that I won't be able to return the feelings that you are
showing me."
"Never?" he asked, and his eyes started to bead with tears.
"I don't know, Paul," I said, trying to pick my words carefully to prevent
those tears from falling. "Maybe some day. But I'm not there now. Maybe I
will never be there. I think you are amazing, Paul. I think that you will
make some girl really lucky someday, but that may not be me and you need to
know that."
"But Megan, I love you," he whispered so quietly that I had to strain to
hear him. I knew he was embarrassed to admit that in front of our
classmates.
"I know you feel that way now," I told him. "But honestly, Paul, I'm the
only girl you've ever really talked to. It's natural that you might feel
that way."
"But--" he started.
"But you need to expand your horizons," I interrupted. "There are some
great girls at this school, and one of them may be the girl you are looking
for in me."
"I don't need another girl," he said. "I have you."
I sighed, and we fell into silence for a few minutes as I tried to figure
out how to reply to that.
"I will always be your friend," I told him, and I could see him wince at
the word 'friend'. "Maybe someday I will be more. But I can't be more for
you right now, okay?" He nodded, almost imperceptibly, and I continued. "I
know this hurts. I know you don't want to talk to any other girls. But you
need to. Even if you don't find somebody else and something happens between
us later it will help you grow. Can you do that for me?"
He nodded again, and then the tear slipped out of his eye.
The song came to a conclusion, and I knew that Paul wasn't up for another
song, not after what I had just unloaded on him. We turned to head back to
the table and came face to face with someone I had hoped to avoid tonight.
"Well, well, if I didn't know better I'd say you just broke his heart,"
Amber Hartfield said and jabbed Paul in the chest with her finger. She was
holding a cup of something in her other hand, and a vague whiff of the air
around her indicated that it had been spiked with something.
"Leave us alone, Amber," I said and tried to push her to the side. She
didn't like that.
"Don't touch me, freak!" she nearly screamed. If people hadn't been
watching us before they were certainly paying attention now.
"Amber, what did I ever do to you?" I asked her. "Why can't you just leave
me alone?"
"Leave you alone?!" she screamed. "You are ruining my life and you expect
me to leave you alone?"
"How am I ruining your life?" I replied while trying to keep my voice calm.
She was starting to make me upset, and I knew that the situation could
devolve quickly if I wasn't careful.
Amber let out a feral scream of hatred. I was totally caught off guard and
surprised at the intensity of her feelings toward me. The next thing I knew
the hand holding her cup was moving, and I knew I was about to be soaked
in
alcohol. My only thought as I watched her arm move in what felt like slow
motion was how I was going to explain that to my parents.
"No!" someone screamed, and Denise, one of Amber's best friends and who had
been standing by as Amber confronted me, pushed Amber's arm away. The
contents of her cup barely missed me, and splattered onto the floor a short
distance away.
"What is wrong with you?!" Amber's ire turned on her friend. "Why would you
do that?!"
"She's wearing a Sirocco!" Denise shot back like it was the most obvious
thing in the world.
"We're all wearing Siroccos!" Amber shot back. "Do you really think that I
care?"
"No!" Denise yelled. "I don't think you care. But her dress is worth ten
times what ours are worth and I'm not going to let you ruin something that
expensive, no matter who is wearing it!"
I stood there, boggling at this turn of events! Yes, most of the girls at
this dance tonight were wearing dresses made by Sarah Carerra's favorite
designer. Yes, my dress had been much more expensive than anyone else here
had likely paid for theirs. That kind of privilege was one of the perks of
being a multi-platinum award-winning pop star. But never in my life had I
thought that it would save me from being drenched by somebody's drink!
Avalon would have killed me if I let something like that happen to the
dress she had made specifically for me. But then again she still thought
she had made the dress for Sarah. She didn't know the truth and Julia and I
had been reluctant to tell her.
While the two of them were fighting I grabbed Paul's arm and left the dance
floor as quickly as I could. I didn't want to be around when Amber was
ready to confront me again.
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The night was starting to wind down and there weren't many dances left when
I found myself heading out to the dance floor once more. This time, with
Paul's permission, it was Ethan who was leading me through the crowd until
we found a place to start dancing. Naturally it had to be a slower song and
I immediately felt weird when he put his arm on my waist and started
leading me around.
"This is kind of weird, isn't it?" he asked after seeing my reaction.
"Yeah," I replied and found myself laughing. Even if it was weird there was
something natural about it. I had known Ethan for a long time. We had been
best friends for almost as long as I had been alive. And I was comfortable
with him. He was my friend and I knew for the first time that night that I
was dancing with a boy who wasn't in love with me. It was a refreshing
experience.
"I'm sorry about tonight," he finally said, apologizing for the attitude
he'd been displaying. I still didn't know why he was upset, but I was glad
that he was getting over it.
"It's okay," I replied. "I'm sorry that Emily and I abandoned you," I took
a stab in the dark at why he had been in such a bad mood this week.
"It's not your fault," he told me. "I should have known that she would get
a date. I was surprised that you agreed to come with Paul."
There was a questioning look on his face as he asked the question, and I
knew he was looking for insight into why I had said yes.
"That was a mistake," I said. "I know that now."
Relief washed over Ethan, confusing me for a moment. Then I realized that
he probably felt Paul and I wouldn't make a good couple.
"Maybe I should have just come with you," I admitted, and he smiled widely.
"I mean, I just wanted to come with a friend, and not someone who was
falling in love with me. I definitely picked the wrong person for that."
His smile dimmed, but didn't go out. Likely he agreed with me.
"Well, if nothing else I'm glad we got to dance together, even if it is
just once," he told me. "It's been a difficult summer. I haven't always
been the friend that you wanted me to be. But I'm here for you now, no
matter what you need. I thought I knew you before this summer, but I've
come to realize that you were so much more."
He paused, and I didn?t know where his thoughts were going. His smile
widened again, and then he looked me straight in the eyes.
"You are more extraordinary than I ever knew, Megan," he stated. "I am
honored to call you a friend and I will always be at your side. Always."
It was my turn to smile and I felt my lips spread wide as I looked back
into his eyes. I had almost forgotten how close the two of us were. We had
strained our relationship over the summer, and it started when I had kissed
him. I wasn't going to make that mistake again. We had rekindled our
friendship and become even closer than we had ever been before, and I never
wanted to let that go.
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"Thank you, Paul," I said as he led me up the sidewalk and to my front
door. The limo was dropping off Emily and me first before taking the guys
home.
"No, thank you, Megan," he replied. "I know that you didn't want to say
?yes? to me, but I'm glad you did."
"I never didn't want to say yes," I told him. "I was just...worried."
"I know," was his only reply. "I think I understand now. I'm sorry I made
you worry."
We went up the last step and I turned toward him. I was worried again,
hoping that this moment didn't become awkward. Paul had shown how much he
had matured after our talk on the dance floor. He had backed away, but
instead of hating me like I feared he would, he seemed to be considering
what I had told him.
Before I could say anything to him he reached out and took my right hand
before guiding it straight to his lips! The soft pressure on the back of my
hand was tender and not rushed, and I knew that he still loved me. But he
wasn't going to push the issue further.
I was left speechless as he smiled at me. Then he pulled away and gently
let go of my hand. He turned, and without looking back he headed for the
limo.
I was left wondering what that meant.
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