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My heart did a somersault. My mouth was suddenly dry. I thought about asking for a glass of water, but then I might chicken out while he went to get it.
"I was wondering," I said slowly, "if you would go to the graduation formal with me?"
For a moment, he looked completely shocked.
He burst out laughing. "You want to—" He shook his head, laughing too hard to say anything else.
My heart sank into my shoes. I backed toward the door. "Yes, I was just joking. Ha ha, funny joke."
For a split second I thought I saw regret on his face. He reached out a hand to me.
I turned around, wrenched open the door and stepped back outside to the cold air. It hit me like a slap, but I barely felt it after his reaction.
I all but ran the rest of the way home, without glancing back over my shoulder.
The memory of his laughter followed me all the way. It followed me inside. It haunted me when I threw myself onto my bed and gave into sobs of humiliation.
Stupid, stupid, stupid girl, I told myself. I knew he wasn't interested. How could I have thought for a moment that he'd go to prom with me? What a ridiculous idea. When he was done laughing, he'd probably tell all his friends. Then they could laugh. Thank goodness high school was almost over, because I'd never have to see him again.
After a while, humiliation gave way to anger. If I did see him again, I'd show him what he missed out on.
Tomorrow I'd ask Grace to teach me how to use makeup. I'd get fit. I'd go to university and make an amazing life for myself.
The next time I saw Conrad Florence, I'd make his jaw drop.
Revenge is a dish best served hot, and with curves. Find out what Bec has in store for Conrad, seven years later, in Spike.
