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He spins me around and around.
People clap.
Oh God, it really is like a teen movie, isn’t it? And I’m the star.
l almost preen as Easton adjusts my crown only to pull me flush against him.
His mouth meets mine amidst cheers, and suddenly the music shifts into Doja Cat, and we’re all grinding and dancing, me with my crown, him with his.
lose track of how much time goes by as we dance, but we’re having the time of our lives as we move around the floor.
It’s crazy.
This is actually crazy.
Ryan and Sadie start making out next to us, I keep adjusting my crown since I’ve been moving around in my dress so much.
BTS starts playing, and I cling to Easton.
Could this be any more perfect?
“So…” He kisses my cheek, then his lips slide down my neck.
“You ready to party?”
“And get high?” I laugh.
“And get fucked,” he adds.
I gulp.
Because yeah, I can just imagine how hot it would be to get fucked with my crown on, his, possibly my heels.
“Let’s go!” I grab his hand.
He bursts out laughing as he stumbles after me and calls for Ryan.
“Bro, it’s time!”
“YESI’ Ryan shouts, grabbing Sadie.
Within minutes we’re back in the limo drinking out of the flask again and en route to the Four Seasons.
l assumed Easton would get a hotel room, I just wasn’t sure where or if my parents would be pissed about it, but clearly, it’s all part of the plan, especially if Ryan got a room too.
I frown.
How would he even afford it? I’m about to ask when Easton kisses my forehead.
“Hope you’re okay with it, but I got us all a penthouse.
I wanted everything to be special.”
“You’re so getting a blow job tonight.” I grab his hand.
“Just one?” He teases.
“Two…” U say, then lean in and whisper.
“Plus, I’ll let you fuck me in the
“Still sitting pretty close guys!’ Ryan yells.
“DON’T give me trauma!”
“Poor baby.” Sadie laughs.
“You’re just jealous because you haven’t been in my”
“NOPE!”
I yell along with Easton.
“Huh, now I know why it’s traumatic, not enough weed in the world to get that out of my head.”
“We’ll see,” Easton adds.
And my mouth hurts from smiling so much.
It’s perfect.
All of it.
Even my brother talking about Sadie’s ass.
Easton
The drive to the hotel is half lusting over Harper and half alcohol buzzing through my veins.
Sadie and Ryan haven’t come up for air in the last few minutes as they make out across from us like we won’t have to go to therapy after listening to the wetness of their mouths sliding against one another along with the moans and what I’m sure is a giant boner Ryan’s sporting since sitting down and pulling her onto his lap.
“So this is fun.”
Harper jokes and then shudders as Ryan moans again.
“So fucking fun.” I laugh and then pull her against me, kissing the top of her head.
God knows I want my girl, I always do, but I don’t need to be all over her right now.
l adjust her crown on her head with pride before kissing her cheek again.
“You ready to party?” She looks up at me.
“I think we’ll at least out last those two.” Ryan moans.
*Son of a bitch, bro!” I throw my flask at his feet.
“Knock it off, we get it.
You’re horny and super drunk, wait until you at least don’t have an audience.”
“Don’t mind one,” he says between kisses.
“Sadiieeeeeee.” Harper draws out her name.
“Fine, fine.” Sadie gives Ryan a bit of a shove.
“Stop clutching your pearls.”
“More like puking them up,” I mutter under my breath, earning a laugh from Harper.
Ryan sits back and wipes his mouth with his sleeve like he’s been deep diving for clams or something, and Sadie stares across at us.
“Is my lipstick messed up?”
I frown and lean in toward Harper.
“She’s joking, right?”
“Maybe it’s a trick question?” She bounces back.
“Or we win a prize if we answer correctly?”
“She does realize she’s spent the last five minutes getting mauled by my twin…
ewwww, I can’t say it out loud, saying it makes it real.”
“Was fucking real a few seconds ago, babe.” I shudder.
“And yes, Sadie…” I turn my voice up a notch.
“Your makeup is fucked because of that fucker who wants to fuck you.
Any questions?” She turns to Ryan, who flips me off across the limo.
“Really?”
“No, you’re beautiful, always beautiful.”
“Right,” Harper pipes up,
“But you’ve got like…red…” She points her finger.
“…lipstick, like painted against your chin and right cheek.” I nod my head in agreement.
“Think less crime scene more…
Vampire if that helps?” Sadie shoves Ryan and grabs her purse while Harper and I snicker and lean in close.
I can’t help but stare at the stars in her eyes and pray to God it’s because we’re together, despite the fucking spray paint and the bullies.
Damn it, we may just survive all of this, huh? High school should come with both a waming and a passport just to get in so we can burn it when we get outridiculous.
I try not to do that whole trip down memory lane because, quite honestly, it makes me fucking panic over all of the shit that went down…
that we went through…
and the shit road we had to travel down to get to this point.
Would I do it again? Yeah, and that’s what’s terrifying.
Because a year ago, I would have said I wanted an easy senior year, no drama, a lot of sex, hanging out with my boys.
But now? I have my queen by my side.
She’s wearing the crown she deserves after going to hell and back, and honestly, I’d travel that road a billion times as long it means I get to be by her side.
SIMP.
My brain screams.
“Yup,” my heart screams right back as it flips my brain off.
Sue me.
We all laugh and drink as the limo takes us to the hotel and drops us off.
I told her dad I’d be respectful, knowing full well he knew what was about to go down tonight, when he pulled me aside and started getting that awkward ‘do we need alcohol for this conversation” look in his eyes.
“Yeah, so…prom.” He rocks back on his heels.
*Yup.” I rock back on mine, mimicking his movements.
I shove my hands into my pockets.
He does the same.
A.crow flies overhead searching for my dead bodyokay, not really, but I half expect him to pull a gun and say pistols at dawn, all right? He suddenly announces,
“I too went to prom.”
“Wow.
I didn’t know they had prom back then.” I laugh at my own joke.
He doesn’t.
So far, I’m losing.
“Lots of partying,” he adds in.
“Sir, lll keep her safe. I love your daughter and”
“get her fucking pregnant, and I will find you.
I can tell you I don’t have money.
But what I do have are a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career, skills that make me a nightmare for people like you”
*Are you quoting Taken?”
“Seemed appropriate.” I hold out my hand to shake his.
“Yeah, that’s fair.” He shakes it and sighs.
“Great movie though.”
“Fantastic movie.” He hangs his head and swallows like it almost hurts to speak or breathe.
“She’s my baby girl, Easton.” He tums to me.
“But I trust you.” l almost break.
His words mean so much.
I nod my head because it is all I can do, and then he ruins the moment by handing me a small package all wrapped up in weird as hell birthday paper.
“Ummmm.” I take it.