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“No. I want to see your pussy and tits,” I demand as I closethe bathroom door. I can hear her responding giggle, and it makes me want to call the whole thing off. These girls were always ridiculous, but I don’t remember them being this intolerable.
Chelsea skipped her senior prom for the chance at a quick, meaningless fuck with Nathan Westin. For the chance to lock me down and be the trophy wife she aspires to be. It’s her only ambition in life, and it’s fucking sad. It’s fucking pathetic. But right now, I can use it to my advantage.
I turn on the shower, undress, and sit on the toilet. Ellie should be here soon. I’ll put on a little show, then kick this girl out and drink myself into a coma.
Just how I envisioned my senior prom.
The wall in my bathroom aligns with the hallway, so I lay my ear against it and listen closely for footsteps coming up the stairs.
About ten minutes later, I hear Ellie walking up the stairs, Emmy beside her.
“He’s in his room, but…”
“But what?” She giggles that sweet innocent laugh I love so much.
“Never mind. Just…never mind.” I hear Emmy slam her door shut, and I know I’ll have to deal with her later. Not tonight, though. Tonight, I don’t want to think, or feel, or hurt. I turn off the shower, wrap myself in a towel, and grab the bottle of vodka I have shoved underneath the sink vanity. I take a swig just as I hear my bedroom door click open.
“Who…who are you?” Ellie gasps, her shock evident.
“Who am I?” Chelsea laughs. “Awe sweetie. I’m the cheerleading captain. The homecoming queen. The girl who’s about to fuck your ex-boyfriend.All. Night,” Chelsea responds, her voice so smug I have the urge to embarrass her right now and tell her she doesn’t stand a chance. Tell her that there is no comparison between her and Ellie.
“Ex-boyfriend?” Ellie whispers, and my heart cracks in half.
“Oh. Did you…did you not know?” Chelsea asks, her tone filled with fake sympathy. “I guess Nathan decided he was done playing with little girls. You were probably just a joke to him, yah know. The whole school knew it, sweetie. That you were just a prank he took a little too far,” she lies expertly. I’d step in and stop her, but it’s working in my favor right now. I can’t afford to let my feelings get in the middle of this. “He wants a woman in his bed,Aly. Not the ugly duckling of the sophomore class. But I am so, so sorry you had to find out this way.”
I crack the bathroom door open in time to see Chelsea remove the comforter covering her body as she stands completely naked in front of Ellie.
I can’t look at her. I can’t see the tears that I know are lining her eyes. I can’t give her the chance to respond. If she does, I won’t be able to do this. I won’t be able to let her go.
I open the bathroom door and walk into my bedroom, wrapped only in a towel.
“Damn, baby, you look sexy as hell,” I say, walking toward the naked girl standing in the middle of my bedroom, while ignoring the love of my life standing in the doorway.
I lean forward and capture Chelsea’s lips with mine, sliding my hands down her back and cupping her bare ass. Ellie lets out a sound that can only be described as pure pain, and I want to die. I want to burn Chelsea’s taste from my mouth. I want to scrub my hands raw, until I no longer know the feel of her ass. Instead, I walk Chelsea backward to my bed and pray this will be over soon.
“Nate…” Ellie whispers. Her tone. Her tears. The raw agony in my whispered name. I see the diamond fall from her neck, landing in a heap on the floor. That’s how I know. I know that I’ve effectively destroyed my relationship with the girl I love more than anything in this entire world.
CHAPTER 32
ELLIE (SOPHOMORE YEAR, HIGH SCHOOL)
My heart is beating so hard I can feel it in my throat.
It’s finally here.
Prom night.
The night I officially get to claim Nate as mine.
He already sits with me at lunch every day. He finds me after school every afternoon. I sit on the bleachers as he practices football or runs the track. To anyone watching, we look as though we could just be good friends. But no one is around when he pulls me into an empty classroom and kisses me until the bell rings, making us both late for our next class. No one is in the library after hours, as he loves me against the classics, and within earshot of the librarian. No one pays attention as he slides his hand across my lower back when he passes me in the halls, or when he sneaks behind me and kisses the nape of my neck as I’m digging through my open locker.
There are whispers, rumors, suggesting we are together. But after tonight, the whole school willknowit. I can stop pretending not to feel absolutelyferalwhen I see the cheerleaders eye-fuck him from across the cafeteria. I can officiallychange my single status totakenon Facebook. We can finally love out loud.
It’s not like we’ve been particularly secretive, but we haven’t confirmed our relationship either. Not with Nathaniel having eyes and ears everywhere. Nate’s father has big plans for him, and it’s not exactly shocking that he wouldn’t approve of my being a part of them. I only wish Nate could record his reaction when he goes off to Ohio State in the fall and destroys every single dream that Nathaniel ever had for him.
I truly hate that man, and I’ve never even met him. I get satisfaction knowing I spend every night in his home, and he has no idea. He shelters me with his roof. He feeds me with his groceries. His electricity keeps me warm. His water cleans my body. Hisfamilyprovides me love and support.
Me.
