Jace's POV

I pull on the dress, the aqua blue sparkly dress with a purple sash. I drag the purple flats out I my closet and put those on, too.

I looked in the mirror, staring at the girl. A long time ago, my mother had taught me how to braid my hair. The person in the mirror doesn't look like me anymore. I looked like some other twelve year old girl. Someone I wasn't.

"But I can't go to the dance wearing sweatpants, can I," I say to myself. I hear a knock at my bedroom door.

"Who is it," I ask.

"It's Zayn," I hear him say. I nod, although he can't see me, and open the door.

"Oh, you look so cute," I coo at him. "Who's the special girl?"

"Oh, me and the lads are going in a group," Zayn says. He looks like he knows something, so I eye him suspiciously.

"What do you know, Zayn," I say.

"Nothing," he sings while leaving the room.

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I had to sneak it of the Institute, hoping not to be seen by the boys. I don't know why, but I still feel like Zayn knows something.

I walk into the cafeteria where the dance will be held, and see everyone dancing with their friends.

"Wohohoa! Jace, is that you?" I turn around and see Liam. I slightly blush.

"Yeah, Liam, it's me." I really want to change the subject. "So, you guys went in a group? Who came?"

Liam smirks, trying badly to hide it.

"Well, I think everyone. Zayn and I, and Harry," ew. "And Louis and Niall."

"Liam, can I ask you something?"

"anything, Jace."

"I think Zayn knows about something, and I think you do too. What is it," I say and put a hand on my hip. His eyes widen, and dart around.

"I, uh, I can't tell you." I look at him, pleading with my eyes.

"I'm sorry Jace," he says and walks away quickly.

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