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“Bro…” Ryan claps his hands.
“Not to like interrupt this weirdass moment but can you at least share the goods?” He holds out his hand.
I toss him the flask.
For real, I forgot he was even in that fucking limo with us.
Whoops? Sadie’s furning.
But I know it’s not Ryan’s fault, it has everything to do with whoever’s picking on Harper.
Sadie’s a good friend, she’d probably give both kidneys if Harper asked, and I love her for it.
“Babe…” Ryan elbows her.
“Drink up.”
“Who the hell does this? Who has time!” Sadie throws up her hands.
Here we go.
Ryan tries to shove more alcohol in her face, but (can tellcorrection, everyone can tell, the entire world can tell, that she’s not focused on Ryan or the alcohol but on the fact that we have a jackass amidst the school and that it most likely isn’t Aisha since she’s been fucking exposed.
“Let’s not focus on it now,” Harper says with a shrug.
“We’re all here, together, let’s just party and”
“Fuck,”
I answer out loud, then jerk my head toward Ryan and wince.
“Sorry?” He groans and pinches his nose.
“It’s like you forget how weird it is that you see her naked.”
“We were born naked,” Harper announces.
“Together.”
“That’s seriously not helpful in the least.
You actually managed to make it worse!” Ryan turns toward Sadie and literally places his face between her tits for comfort.
I bark out a laugh.
“Is that the answer to your trauma, bro?” His answer is muffled as he mutters,
“Tits are always the answer.”
“True, true.” I agree, then turn to Harper.
“Does that mean I get some therapy as well?”
“Do you need it?” I nod my head and try to put on a sad face.
“I have the sads.”
“Oh God.” Harper rolls her eyes.
“Get over here.” Is it wrong to do a fist pump as I start kissing down her neck and rest my face between her tits and start licking the valley between them like I’m claiming it as my own?
“They’re making out, aren’t they?” Ryan’s muffled voice sounds.
“Shhh, shhh,” Sadie says soothingly.
“Just stay in there a bit longer, tiger.”
“So wrong,” he grumbles.
“So right.” I lick then pinch her nipples with my fingers before coming up for air and claiming her mouth.
“So, fucking, right.” *I can hear you!” Ryan announces as the limo stops.
For some reason, I’m nervous, maybe because the night has already been amazing, then shit, then amazing againbut what else could possibly go wrong, I mean, seriously? I kiss Harper again and decide to just be thankful despite the anger still brewing in my soul over someone being such an ass.
It’s Harper.
If you don’t like her, you’re the problem.
My thoughts go to Blake, how he’s been acting recently.
He wouldn’t, tight? There’s no way he’d go that far, but he was with Aisha a hell of a lot this year, and we already suspected him.
But he’d been normal recently.
I’m still thinking about it as we get out of the limo and make our way toward the gym.
The music is so loud it’s almost hard to think.
We hand over our tickets and go inside.
The place has been transformed into Hollywood.
It looks pretty fucking incredible, they even have the Hollywood sign displayed for pictures that looks nearly lifelike.
Post Malone comes on, and I take a deep breath.
I’m with Harper.
It’s all I want.
All need.
I hold out my hand and yell.
“Let’s dance!”
“Lead the way!” She laughs and twirls next to me as we make our way out to the dance floor.
I’ll salvage this night if it’s the last thing I do, I think as I twirl her again and then grind against her.
Harper
I know he’s pissed.
God knows I was ready to tear someone apartbut this is prom, it’s our night, our moment, and I’ll murder anyone who comes between Easton and me.
I know he’s being protective, and he’s just angry on my behalf, but I need him to focus on the happy because, after this moment, we don’t have a lot of days left at school, and while I can’t wait to go to college and get out of this hell hole, these are still Moments we’ll never have back again.
Who knew I’d be at prom with Easton reminiscing over stupid moments? Not this girl.
I take a deep breath after we have a few dances, my slinky red dress makes me feel so sexy, and the fact that Easton bought it for me and wanted me to dress like this for him gives me chills, he’s the best, truly.
And he deserves to know that.
“Terrifying,” he whispers in my ear, pulling me back against him.
“What is?”
“That look in your eyes.
You plotting someone’s murder?” Ilean back against him, loving the way it feels to be held by him as people dance all around us, the music seems to get louder and louder.
“You’re safe, don’t worry.”
“Because I was.
Worried, that is.” He laughs, his fingertips dance up and down my arms, and it’s funny because I don’t even think he realizes that he’s doing it.
Damn, we’re officially in a relationship.
The couple that moves around each other like they’re in orbit.
And I love it.
I sigh as our principal taps the mic and holds up the cards for prom king and queen.
I try not to tense, but I can’t help it.
Despite everyone wanting to throttle her, Aisha is most likely going to win.
And Easton? Who the hell else would he even compete with? Ryan? Blake? No offense to both of thern, but they would never win over Easton.
Which means that he and Aisha get to dance.
And I get to watch.
Suddenly my night doesn’t seem so magical.
I brace myself for the news.
Our principal looks so annoyed I almost feel for him as people boo that the music has stopped and that he’s at the mic trying to get everyone’s attention.
Maybe if he wasn’t such an ass, he’d have more fans.
“He’s the worst,” Easton grumbles in my ear.
“Hey, wanna go get high?”
“You’re going to win.” I turn in his arms and press a kiss to his neck, his cologne is a mixture of sweet spices that make my knees weak.
“So no, we can’t go get high.”
“You’re killing me.” He runs his hands down my bare back sending chills down my spine.
“Come on, Harp”
“Harper Quinn!” The principal shouts my name.
jump away from Easton.
Wait, why is he calling my name? Everyone’s cheering, and Sadie rushes to my side, dancing like a lunatic.
What the hell is going on?
“YOU WON Sadie shouts.
“Get your crown, bitch!”
“What? I glance at the stage where our principal looks bored out of his mind as he holds up a gorgeous little silver tiara.
Wait.
That’s mine?
“Gol” Sadie shoves me while Easton winks.
Stunned, I walk to the stage, past everyone clapping.
Is this really happening? I half expect Aisha to trip me when I walk by her and Blake.
Instead, she just looks pissed and hurt like I stole something from her, then again, I stole Easton, and now I was putting on what she thought was her crown.
I smile to myself.
I can’t help it.
And when I get on stage, and the crown’s placed on my head, I smile brighter.
Because Easton’s name is next, I just know it.
So when it’s announced.
“Easton Cartwright’ I’m waiting with open arms.
The cheesy crown goes on his head.
He tums to me.
“Ready for our dance?”
“Is this real?”
“Come on, Cinderella…” He winks.
“Let’s go make out on the dance floor then party, then fuck, then party again, like in that order.”
“Wait, I thought we were getting high?”
“I’m already high.” He kisses my forehead.
“Because I’ve got my queen by my side.”
“And I’ve got my king.” I smile through stupid tears.
He brings me to the middle of the dance floor like every amazing teen movie that has you crying despite the cheesiness.
The music picks up, it’s The Weeknd , and it feels more sexy than sweet which I totally love.