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He circles the knife around and around, balanced with the one finger. “I want you to get close to her.”
An annoyed scoff scratches my throat. “What business does a woman have with us?”
“Not just any woman, Fin. I’ve heard she’s just as good as you are at killing people.”
I can’t stop my eye roll. She’s tried to kill me before… and obviously failed.
I’m brought back to the memory of high school. I tried to ask her for weeks to be my date for prom before I finally did. And that wasbeforeI almost killed her. I had a hard enough time looking at myself in the mirror. I could never look her in the eyes after that. After I accidentally shot her with the bow and arrow, I decided to take Kylie instead—being unable to face my best friend. When Kylie and I were crowned prom king and queen, I know the bullet that shot through the gym, knocking the crown off my head, was Luna.
Fin
Prom night, six years ago
Walkingintotheoverlydecorated room, I feel Luna’s eyes on me immediately. My eyes scan the area, longing to see my best friend, but come up empty. I’m about to go search for her, when Kylie places one hand around my neck, her other hand brushing against my semi-hard cock. She smiles, thinking it’s because of her, but it’s not. It has everything to do with me thinking of Luna. I take Kylie’s hand and move it around my neck with her other one.
I haven’t been able to get hard for anyone else since the incident with Luna. But then it takes one thought of her being near, and my cock rises to the occasion. She’s my best friend. It’s wrong to get hard every time she crosses my mind. And it’s worse now that I refuse to acknowledge her.
My feet shuffle in a circle, leading our dance with the rest of the students. I thought prom would be more exciting. I thought it would beherin my arms.
Luna’s eyes connect with mine from the shadows. They glare with the same hatred I have for myself. My hands skim down Kylie’s arms. These are the hands of a killer now. I know this from the zero remorse I felt as I took my father’s life. That was the first night I slept soundly.
But the thirst to see blood on my hands keeps beckoning me. I have no light left in my soul.
Kylie pulls my head down, but my eyes stay connected with Luna. She kisses me, my tongue prodding her mouth. I kiss her with fervor, but my sole attention is on another girl. My dick hardens completely, but not because of this kiss, and with the way Kylie is pulling on my neck, she can feel it too.
Her tongue feels like a snail slithering in my mouth.
Luna disappears from my view, and I pull away. My hands push Kylie as I try to catch another glimpse of my best friend. I know I’m lying to myself. I need to talk to her. I miss her.
I jog into the hallway and only see the supervisors who are supposedly watching to make sure no one spikes the punch. I pass them, and they call for me to stop, but I ignore them. They don’t chase me, not that I expected them to.
I enter a dark hallway and see Luna with her locker open, and she’s got her arms wrapped around herself, hugging her torso.
My steps slow.
“You’re an asshole.” She sniffles.
“We both already know that.”
“I thought I knew you.” Her body spins toward me. Her eyes look glassy, but she’s not crying.
“It’s impossible to truly know a person.” My thoughts go to me killing my father. “You have this habit of always looking at the good. I’ve never fit into that category.” Each word I say is like another slice of a knife through my chest. “Let’s be honest; Kylie puts out, and you don’t.”
She gasps, and I hate myself.
“You only hate that I make you see the truth about yourself,” she murmurs.
If only she knew how close she has come to the truth.
I step up to her, our bodies touching. “You saying you put out, Luna?” I pretend her comment hasn’t affected me. “You going to let me kiss you, or will you go run off to your dad?”
The thought of her dad putting me out of my misery is welcome. I push her dark hair from her face, and her expression matches mine. One of desire, uncertainty, and vulnerability. I wait for her to step back or tell me no.
With a hard edge, I say, “I’ve never been just your best friend.” Then my lips lower to hers. When they touch, it reconfirms that she’s always had the power to draw me in. I sought her friendship, because I wanted more but didn’t have the courage to ask. Tonight, I steal it, because tomorrow, I won’t be around.
She kisses me back. My legs tremble when I pull her closer, my world spinning with her in my arms. This is what it should have been… but never will be. I step back, and the look on her face tells me she already knows.
“This should have never been our goodbye.” Regret laces her tone.
