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The day I had been dreading. The night of my last senior dance. I only wished I could disappear into a cloud of ashes. I hate dances. I've always hated dances. Seth, my boyfriend, was so excited to be going, but he was just excited to be with all of the populars at the after parties. I would rather stay home tonight to be able to preorder the new Black Veil Brides CD. I only wish I could run away, if only I could paint a mask on my face with my makeup. I hated my dress. The only reason I was wearing it was because Seth liked it. Everyone knows I hate pink, especially baby pink with sequins. I knew he would have never liked the black and grey dress I wanted.

"Are you ready yet? You've been in the bathroom forever, Reya." he shouted down the hall. I placed the cap on my black eyeliner pencil and stepped out of the bathroom. Seth was standing the end of the hall and as I walked into the brightly lit foyer, he crossed his arms over his chest and frowned. "What the hell happened to your make up? What's that shit on the side of your eyes?"

I frowned too. "It's just eyeliner. It draws attention to the eyes. It's like cats eyes but more theatrical."

"It looks like you let a two year old draw on your face. Go wash that shit off."

I sighed as I reentered the bathroom. I stared at my face for a long moment in the mirror. The "drawings" he referred to were my attempt to recreate an eye style like Andy of Black Veil Brides that I had recently seen in an interview. I felt pretty when I drew them on, but I guess I will never look good enough. I picked up a washcloth and wiped off the black eyeliner on the sides and under my eyes. Sighing, I picked up a brown pencil and lightly outlined my eyes.

I walked back to Seth, and he pulled my into a kiss. "Much better babe. That emo shit is just weird. Stop trying to do that. It makes you look like one of those freaks."

"They aren't freaks. They are talented musicians. I keep telling you if you would listen-".

"You know I hate that stuff. You need to listen to some Lil Wayne or Drake. That's great music." he interrupted.

I didn't even bother to defend my music this time, knowing Seth would instigate an argument. I wasn't in the mood to fight, not tonight. I stepped into pink heels I had to buy with my dress. I stared at my black spike heels across the room. I wish I could wear those. We walked out to his dad's red Thunderbird. The drive went by silently, at least between Seth and me. In reality, it was entirely too loud. He had the radio cranked up, playing some "2 Chainz" song I didn't know. Fields whipped by as we drove to our high school. As we pulled in the school lot, Seth revved the engine a few times and turned the stereo up even louder, just when I thought it was impossible to be louder. He stopped in front of the tent that held the parents who were acting as valet parking. Seth got out and I waited for him to open my door, which of course, he didn't. I got out and he instantly put his arm around my waist, hauling me into him and making me lose my balance in the pink heels. I bumped into him and he pushed me back onto my feet.

We walked arm in arm into the dance. Seth was putting on his best show, chest puffed up and a big smile. He glanced at me and pulled on my arm.

"Smile, people are looking..." he said.

Notes

I wanted to show mainly just how demanding Seth is. Reya loves punk music and everything to do with it, but Seth is basically a wanna be popular. They've been together for quite some time, and she's afraid of losing something shes had for so long. Seth was her first kiss, first real love. But she's now starting to realize how much she feels controlled by Seth. Sorry for lacking in a lot of BVB action, it's coming!!