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“Oh yeah, tons.” My words dripped with sarcasm. “Can’t you tell?”
Okay, how much of this is because my balls are so blue right now I can’t think straight? Probably a lot.
“Don’t worry, Bible Boy, I’m sure you’ll find some fun later.” He smirks at me, and Mary gags.
“I don’t want to picture whatever it is you’re insinuating.” She mimics leaning over and throwing up.
“Ladies and gents, it’s time to announce this year's King and Queen, so I need all the couples to the stage, please,” the DJ says. Roman sighs heavily as Mary slips from his lap, and he heads to the stage. The crowd cheers and claps as the four couples find their way up to the front. Three of the couples are actually dating, and Roman and the cheerleader he’s paired with don’t even talk. I have no idea how they were put together or who signed them up for this.
I cross my arms over my chest, my knee bouncing under the table as I stare at my boyfriend on a stage with some girl he isn’t even friends with in the spotlight, while I’m shoved into shadows. Mary sits next to me and bumps my shoulder with hers.
“You know he would rather have you up there with him,” she whispers.
“That doesn’t make this okay.”
“A’right, this year’s prom King and Queen are . . .” One of the teachers has the mic. The DJ plays a drum roll, and the teacher opens an envelope. “Roman King and Becca Sanders!”
A stupid crown is put on his head. She gets a silk sash and some flowers, everyone goes crazy, and the DJ announces it's time for their dance.
Some stupid love song plays, and the dance floor is lined with students watching Roman dance with Becca. She’s all smiles, but he’s faking his. As they turn, his eyes meet mine, and I chew on my lip to keep from screaming at the injustice of this. Why the hell am I even here? What was the point? To make me watch him pretend he’s straight? I see that every damn day at school.
Movement near the door catches my attention, and I see Dylan standing in the doorway. He watches Roman, then flicks his gaze to me, then back to Roman. He’s studying my boyfriend much more closely than I’m comfortable with. I shift in my seat. Should I go talk to him? Ask him what he thinks he knows?
He looks at me once more and nods, then disappears out the door again. That was weird, even for him.
The stupid song finally ends, and Roman makes his way back to us. Mary stands to give him a chair, and he pulls her down onto his lap.
“That girl never stops talking.” Roman’s aggravated tone makes me feel a bit better.
Taylor laughs and pulls out his phone. “My mom’s here.” He nods to Mary.
“Okay,” she sighs and looks over at Roman, who kisses her bare shoulder. “Walk me out?”
He nods and taps her hip.
We all get up to follow her outside as Roman grabs his jacket off the back of a chair and drops it over her shoulders. He weaves his fingers through hers and leads us out to the parking lot.
Taylor’s mom, Krystal, is waiting in the car near the entrance. Roman opens the door and kisses Mary’s cheek as she gets in, and she hands him the jacket. He leans down and waves at Taylor’s mom.
“Thank you, Miss Krystal.”
“You’re welcome. Get on now. Enjoy the rest of the dance.”
Roman closes the door and steps back as they drive away. Roman looks at me and shakes his head, then wraps his jacket around my shoulders. My smile is shy when I look at him, sliding my arms through the sleeves. It’s a little big on me since he’s got wider shoulders and a thicker chest than me, but I don’t care. It smells like his cologne.
His hands slide inside the jacket and settle on my lower back, resting his body against mine for just a second. “Why do you look so good in my stuff?”
“Because you’re a caveman.”
He gives me a real smile, one that only I get from him. “You like it.”
I sigh dramatically. “I have no idea why.”
Roman kisses my forehead and steps back. “Come on, the dance will be over soon.”
He leads us back inside and, even though it’s warmer in here, I keep his jacket on. It’s stupid, such a small thing, but it makes me feel better. We end up on the dance floor, screwing around and laughing, finally enjoying the night. Even though we’re dressed up, we’re still idiots.
“A’right, y’all!” the DJ says through the microphone. “It’s the last song of the night, so grab your date and get on the dance floor!”
