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It looks magical.
Balloon arrangements line the walls, with tables and chairs surrounding the dance floor situated in the middle of the room. Flames flicker from the large candles sitting on the center of each table, and laser lights project multiple colors onto the crowd of people who have already hit the dance floor, getting down to the music blasting from the DJ’s speakers.
“This looks incredible,” Chelsea gushes, her arm still linked in Big Boy’s. Apart from Nate and Lyndsey, all of our love lives are in tatters right now, and for this reason, everyone decided to partner up—platonically—for prom. Big Boy and Chelsea agreed a while ago to go together, and seeing as Grayson decided to take Summer, it left Logan and Cadence with no other option but to either ask other people or go together. They decided together.
I scan the room looking for Grayson, wondering how Cadence will react when she sees him with Summer. She has insisted that she couldn’t give a flying fuck, but I’m not convinced, and even though she has the uncanny ability to pretend that she doesn’t care, I’m keeping an eye on her anyway just in case that hard front of hers decides to crack.
I spot Grayson making his way over to us with Summer in tow. Cadence’s eyes narrow, and Summer returns it with a glare of her own. Oblivious to daggers being thrown between them, Grayson approaches, giving Logan and the boys a fist bump.
“Hey. So the punch is spiked and ready to go.”
“What’s this?” Nate asks, appearing beside us with Lyndsey. “I already spiked the punch.”
“So did I,” Connor chimes in, stepping into the group.
“Damn, we are getting fucked up tonight,” Nate singsongs, rubbing his hands together in excitement.
Cadence and Summer continue to stare each other down, and my eyes meet Lyndsey’s with a look of concern. Summer arches a brow, and Cadence rolls her eyes. “I’m going to get some punch,” she mutters, turning on her heel and storming off.
Summer grips Grayson’s arm tighter with a satisfied smirk on her face while watching Cadence leave.Bitch.My hackles rise at the look of victory plastered all over her smug face, but I am quickly distracted by Eric, who must see the steam billowing out of my ears.
“Let’s go find a table.” He grabs my hand and drags me away.
* * *
We gatheraround on the dance floor, waiting in eager anticipation for the announcement of prom king and queen. The night has been interesting, to say the least. Cadence and Summer have been at war all night, a silent battle of wills raging between them. If they weren’t shooting daggers at each other, they were staring each other down, daring the other one to look away first.
Unfortunately, Summer has the upper hand right now, and she knows it. She’s made a point of rubbing it in Cadence’s face all night that Grayson is her date and has been fawning over him like he is her most prized possession.
Grayson has been reciprocating Summer’s over-the-top PDA, and by the smug looks he’s constantly aiming in Cadence’s direction, there isn’t a doubt in my mind that it’s all for her benefit. I know he has strong feelings for Cadence. I can see it by the way he has been tracking her movements throughout the entire evening, so I’m not exactly sure what he is hoping to gain by rubbing Summer in Cadence’s face.
He’s an idiot.
Cadence has decided to deal with it by drinking her weight in punch, and I lost track of how many she’s actually had after her fifth cup. She’s not a happy drunk right now, and other than taking it upon myself to be her unappreciated babysitter—because apparently, she doesn’t give a shit—I have had a good night. Everyone is in good spirits, and the vibe is infectious.
Mr. Cross steps onto the stage, and all the women breathe out long sighs of admiration as he struts across the stage, his dark hair styled and looking very much like a sex god in a crisp black suit that hugs his muscular frame.
Damn, even I have to appreciate the sight.
He steps up to the microphone, the crowns for the king and queen on the table behind him. He flashes everyone an award-winning smile that elicits moans from the women around us. “How is everyone tonight?” his voice booms, the crowd responding with hoots and hollers. “Now is the time to announce this year’s prom king and queen.”
Our English teacher, Miss Brennan, approaches him, looking stunning in a black cocktail dress with an envelope clutched in her hand. She passes it over, and he gives her a kiss on the cheek, causing the boys to erupt into a chorus of whistles while the girls mutter obscenities under their breaths.
Opening up the envelope and removing the card, he holds it in front of him with a smile. “And this year’s prom king is Logan Spencer!”
Applause rips through the crowd as he makes his way through the cluster of bodies, and I roll my eyes.
Of course, he’s prom king.
As if anyone else stood a chance.
Logan steps onto the stage, and Miss Brennan places the crown on his head. He lifts his arms up, instantly receiving another round of applause, and I roll my eyes again.
“Now for this year’s prom queen,” Mr. Cross continues, and excited whispers murmur from the girls around us as they eagerly await.
I’m rather curious about who it will be also, but my bets are on Lyndsey or Cadence. “Please make your way to the stage—” He pauses, shooting everyone a playful look. “Lily Bennett.”
Silence ripples through the crowd as everyone looks at each other in confusion. Well, that was unexpected. Nate looks at Lyndsey apprehensively, but she just shrugs her shoulders and starts to clap. Everyone follows suit and claps rather unenthusiastically as Lily steps onto the stage.
