Page 113 of Freshmeet
I don’t know how long I stood there, a spectator on my own date. At one point, Olivia was shaking her ass on Tom, his face completely blissed out, and Sarah started to mimic her on Grant.
Well, that‘s a big hell no.
I may have fucked up, but that didn’t change how I felt about Sarah, or that she was here as my date. If she didn’t want to be here with me anymore, I would begrudgingly take her home, but there would be no date swapping.
Pushing my way through the poorly coordinated gyrating, I made eye contact with Grant and put the force of a thousand murders behind it. He smirked, but tapped Sarah on the shoulder, stopping her efforts to shake what her mama gave her.
By the time I reached her, Grant was gone, and the song had changed. The opening notes of “Come on Eileen” played, and my cheeks ached with how big my smile was. Sarah frowned, far less enthused.
Holding out a hand, I asked, “May I have this dance?”
“Are you sure I’m who you want to dance with?” she asked, her eyes unfocused as her body swayed.
Gathering her against me, I beamed down at her. “It’s you, Sarah. Only you.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, but her lips quirked up. “Oh, yeah?”
“Oh yeah. Now come on and show me your moves, living dead girl.” I pulled her hand away from her chest and spun her.
Her grin was infectious, and the tightness in my chest lessened. We would be okay, but I needed to ensure that no other woman, even if only innocently, would ever get in the way. I’d learned my lesson.
As the chorus hit, we started jumping up and down, shouting the lyrics along with all my friends. Sarah’s face glowed in thefirelight, the flames dancing in her eyes. Her fingers squeezed mine tightly, and then she let go and spun freely. Tom threw an arm around me, and we swayed, singing to each other, while watching Sarah and the Frattic girls dance wildly, not for a second worried about what anyone else thought.
Above us, the fireworks started, lighting the field in beautiful pops of color. The dancing slowly stopped as everyone looked up at the sky, and Sarah found her way to my side with a huge smile.
Pulling her in front of me, I put her top hat on top of my blond wig and curled around her. I rested my chin on her shoulder, loving how she melted into me without hesitation as our breathing fell into sync. It might’ve been the booze, or the fireworks, or maybe even her ridiculous costume, but I knew I was in love with Sarah.
I could only hope she felt the same.
TWENTY-FOUR
FUCKING IN TOM’S TREE HOUSE
KIMMY
Tom’s a real piece of shit.
We’d hooked up just a couple of weeks ago, but there he was, trying to fuck that Hamilton bitch.
Who the hell tries to make zombie founding fathers slutty?
I seethed from the edge of the bonfire, watching as he spun her around. Connor’s new girlfriend had brought a gaggle of ridiculous sorority girls who seemed hellbent on being the center of attention. The pink-haired one kept shooting glares my way, acting like she was a lioness, and they were her cubs.
I glanced at Laura and huffed. “Have you seen Linc? He’s been gone for like twenty minutes.”
Laura shrugged. “That short George Washington is missing too. Maybe they’re hooking up.”
“You don’t have to be a bitch.”
She rolled her eyes. “Sorry. Tonight’s not going like I thought it would. I haven’t seen Linc since he went to pee in the woods.”
I glanced at the trees and sighed. “Come with me to find him?”
Laura pointedly looked down at her expensive boots and then back at me. “Are you kidding?”
“You suck.” I turned and trudged down the hill. “I swear to God, if he’s pulling some kind of prank, I’m going to kill his ass,” I muttered to myself.
Swatting away mosquitoes, I stopped at the edge of the trees and got my phone out.
