Page 65 of Nightmare

I’ve gone to almost every store looking for a dress, it’s looking like I’m going to have to custom order something. Nothing is feeling right. And I want prom night to be absolutely perfect.

It can’t be anything but perfect, cause I’m planning on handing over my V-Card to the love of my life.

Melanie and I round the next corner of the mall, and Versace comes into view, and I freeze in my steps. I’m flooded with the feeling of contentment and fulfillment. This is it.Versace.

Melanie looks at me, “What?”

I point a freshly manicured nail at the storefront, “This is it.”

She looks back and forth, “What is it?”

She really doesn’t fucking get me. Summer would justknowif I said that.

I blink, “My dress is in there.”

Fifteen minutes later, I’m standing in front of the mirror in the back of the boutique dressed in a golden dress of silk and chiffon. Melanie is behind me, patting at the sides of her eyes with a tissue and pretending to cry like I’m trying on my wedding dress.

“Olivia, you look so gorgeous.”

I bite at my lip, staring at myself in the mirror, assessing the dress. The intricate beading accents the shining silk of the bodice, and the chiffon is snaking around me like swirls of smoke. I do look gorgeous.

This is my fucking dress.

I eye the saleslady behind me through the mirror, “I’ll take it.”

* * *

Brody spinsme around on his fingers and I wiggle my hips to the upbeat pop song blaring out of the speaker system set up in the ballroom of the hotel our school has rented out for prom. Complete bliss floods my veins as the heels of my stilettos slide around on the marble floor, and my golden dress fans out around me.

This is euphoria.

He spins me one last time and then pulls me into his arms and cups my cheeks with his giant palms, giving me a huge movie star smile and then a light kiss. His dark brown hair is slicked back like Elvis, a few strands falling onto his forehead. His tuxedo has gold accents to match my dress. When he showed up in the back of a limousine to pick me up, I swooned so hard I thought I might pass out right then and there.

The headmaster approaches the microphone standing on the stage at the front of the ballroom and taps on it once, twice, three times, then clears his throat.

“If you’ll all gather around, we can crown this year’s Prom King and Queen.” His skin wrinkles up at the sides of his face as he gives the approaching crowd a welcoming smile.

We all know it’s me and Brody, so the suspense is useless, dear headmaster.

“You all spent the last two weeks putting in your votes, and this year’s King and Queen are .....” The room falls silent as every girl in school holds their breath.

“Brody Rockport and Olivia Jade!”

The room erupts in applause and cheering as Brody pulls me into his arms and gives me a huge hug, then laces his fingers with mine, pulling me onto stage.

Headmaster Macintosh places the crowns on top of our heads then hands me a giant bouquet of pink and red roses.

I give the crowd a big shit-eating smile and wave my hand like the Queen of Fucking England.

* * *

Brody slipsthe key card into the door of the room he rented for the night at the hotel and the door unlocks with a beep. My heels are hanging on one hand and the other is carrying my bouquet of roses. I let out a squeal as we walk into the giant suite, sweeping my eyes around.

A large king-sized bed sits up against a wall with a massive wall of windows that looks out into the Los Angeles strip. That’s about all I get to notice about the room before Brody slams the door, grabs me by the neck and shoves me towards the bed.

His eyes are filled with desire and I can’t rid the uneasy feeling flooding my senses. I try to settle my own nerves and chalk it up to a case of crazy desire since we haven’t gone all the way yet.

He stalks towards me, yanking off his bow tie and throwing it on the floor. I lean up on the bed on my elbows to watch as he starts unbuttoning the buttons of his shirt, his eyes never leaving mine.

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