Ash rolled cerulean eyes. “I don’t know why you guys are staring at me like you’re on the wrong side of special.” She popped another fry into her mouth. “I would never go to the prom alone. For example—”
“Ash,” Dee said, eyes narrowing.
“I went with Daemon to the prom last year,” she went on, and my stomach twisted into knots, which was made worse by the secretive smile that graced her full lips. “That was a night I’ll never forget.”
I wanted to punch her.
Taking a deep breath, I forced a smile. “Funny because Daemon hasn’t mentioned that night.”
Ash’s eyes flashed in warning. “He isn’t the kiss and tell type, dear.”
My smile turned brittle. “That I know.”
She got my message and that conversation was thankfully dropped and Dee started talking about some TV show she was watching, which somehow sparked another argument between Ash and Lesa over who was the hottest guy on the show. I’m pretty sure those two would argue over the color of the sky.
I took Lesa’s side.
In the car ride back, Lesa turned to me. “So, are you and Daemon getting a hotel room or anything?”
“Uh, no. Do people really do that?”
Lesa leaned back and laughed. “Yes. Chad and I are getting one at Fort Hill.”
In the front passenger seat, Ash snickered.
“What are you doing, Ash?” Lesa asked, her eyes sharpening. “Planning to stay at prom and beat up the prom queen?”
Ash laughed in her seat but said nothing.
“Anyway,” Lesa drawled. “You and Daemon haven’t done it yet, right? Prom—”
“Hey!” Dee shrieked, startling us. “I’m sitting here, remember? I don’t want to hear about this.”
“Neither do I,” Ash muttered.
Oblivious to them, Lesa stared and waited. There was no way I was answering that question. If I lied and said yes, I’d scar Dee for life and if I told the truth, I was sure Ash would go into a detailed synopsis of their past sexual activities.
Finally Lesa dropped it, but it was all I thought about thanks to her. I sighed, staring out the window. It wasn’t like we weren’t ready. I guess. I mean, how do you know you’re really ready? I don’t think anyone seriously does. Sex wasn’t something you could plan. It either happened or it didn’t.
Getting a hotel room with the expectation of having sex? Hotels were so…so skeevy.
Part of me wondered if I’d been living in a cave or something, but I hadn’t. At school, in-between classes, I’d heard other girls talking about the things they hoped and planned to happen after prom. I’d heard guys talking, too. But I had my mind on other things, I supposed.
And who was I to judge? A few days ago I’d really believed the reason Daemon wanted to come over to my house afterschool was to…do it. But heck, at the rate we were going, we’d be fifty before anything like that happened.
Pushing the whole subject out of my mind by the time we got home, I said goodbye to Lesa and even Ash. I couldn’t wait until I saw this human college boy.
Dee and I were left alone.
She started toward her house while I stood there like an idiot, unsure of what to say. But she stopped and then turned around. Her lashes were lowered as she fidgeted with the edges of her hair. “I had fun today. I’m glad you came.”
“Me, too.”
She shifted her weight. “Daemon’s going to love that dress.”
“You think?” I lifted up the garment bag.
“It is red.” She smiled, taking a step back. “Maybe before prom we can get together and get ready…like with Homecoming?”
“I’d love that.” My smile spread so fast I bet I looked a little crazy.
She nodded, and I wanted to run up and hug her, but I wasn’t sure if we were there yet. With a little wave, she spun around and headed up her porch. For a moment, I stood there with my dress and let out a happy sigh.
This was progress. Maybe things would never be like they were, but this was really good.
Heading inside, I hugged my dress bag close and kicked the door shut. Mom had already left for work, so as I took my dress upstairs and hung it on my closet door. I wondered what I was going to make myself for dinner.
Pulling out my cell phone, I sent Daemon a quick text. What R U doing?
He responded a few moments later. With Andrew & Matthew, getting dinner. Want smthing?
I glanced at the bag, recalling how flirty the dress was. Feeling naughty, I texted him: You.
The response was lightning quick, and I laughed. Really? And then, Of course, I alrdy knew that. And before I could respond, my phone rang. It was Daemon.
I answered, grinning like an idiot. “Hey.”
“I wish I were home,” he said, and a car honked. “I can be there in seconds.”
Heading down the steps, I stopped and leaned against the wall. “No. You rarely get guy time. Stay with them.”
“I don’t need guy time. I need Kitten time.”
My face flushed. “Well, you can get Kitten time when you come home.”
He grumbled and then, “Did you get a dress?”
“Yes.”
“Will I like it?”
I smiled and then rolled my eyes when I realized I was twirling my hair. “It’s red, so I think so.”
“Hot damn.” Someone yelled his name—sounded like Andrew—and he sighed. “Okay. I’m going back in. Want me to pick you up anything? Andrew, Dawson, and I are going to Smoke Hole.”
I thought about the hamburger I just ate. I’d be hungry later. “Do they have chicken fried steak?”