Chapter One
“Smile!”
Laurie, Adele’s mom, said as we were about to get into the limo. My hands were around Adele’s waist. I was fucking smiling. I wasn’t sure what Adele was doing; all the make-up in the world couldn’t hide the distressed look in those dark eyes. She looked the most beautiful woman in the world and yet the most miserable one all at the same time.
How was that even possible?
We’d spoken the previous night and she was excited about it. She’d said that she hoped I’d like her dress. I even joked and told her that she could be wearing a paper bag and she’ll still be the prettiest girl there.
Fuck!
That was before I saw her coming down the stairs. I was fucking speechless. I’m not the Prom type of guy. I think that the whole thing is a fucking show. One that I could do without out going to, but she wanted to go. And I thought that for once in my life I would go out on a limb and do something for someone else. Instead of always doing what I want to do.
Now, I could see that I was fucking delusional. Maybe if she’d worn a paper bag over her miserable face then she’d pass as the most beautiful girl at the Prom. But with the tears that she was holding back and the awkward way that she moved down the stairs, I felt like getting my motorbike and going around town. Fuck the Prom. At least I would have a better time.
“Don’t you want to go anymore?” I whispered to her, but she ignored me as her mom yelled out, “Cheese!”
Great: she was making memorabilia that I wouldn’t ever want to see in my life. A constant reminder of the fact that I took the most miserable date to the Prom. What happened to her being the most beautiful one?
Shit, she looked so fucking hot. She had on a gold flowing dress, with a high neckline and an oval-shaped back. She looked like a mermaid with the sequins glittering as she came down the stairs and bits of glitter in her hair. I felt like the proudest man in the room, just watching her come down, until my eyes fixated on her face.
No smile.
Not even any sign of joy.
Only misery and that same sad and painful expression, as we left the house and entered the limo slowly.
“Prom here we come!”
Chanel looked hot in her little red number. Chanel exhibited the joy of someone who was going to a Prom; not like my date, who looked as if she was going to a funeral. Chanel held Dwayne’s hand as she entered the limo. I felt fucking jealous of my best friend and I have never felt that way about anything.
I winked at him, “Want to swap dates?”
He laughed. I’d had visions of tonight and they were nothing like this. A date that didn’t want to talk to me and had spent the best part of the short time that we’d been together ignoring me. I’d been working hard at the bike shop, just to get a limo. A tux and the fucking hotel. Shit, I wondered for a split second if I could get a refund.
“Keep dreaming!” He laughed as he got in the other side. Then he came back and said, “Give her time. Maybe something happened. You know what women are like.”
“Of course, it must be that time of month. That’s why she’s miserable. Thinking that she’ll spoil it.”
Shit, she didn’t have to act like this. It wasn’t as if she was going to lose her virginity or anything. We’d already done that more than enough times. I would be content just to get to the room and just cuddle with her all night. Soon, we’d be out of this miserable town and on our way to college. I didn’t know what was going to happen after that, but I was a kind of a live-by-the-moment type of guy. Tomorrow was another fucking day. One that I would take as it came, as long as nothing stopped me getting out of here.
Laurie grabbed my arm before I got in the limo, “Not sure what’s up with Adele, but maybe when you get there she’ll cheer up.”
I smiled at her, thinking that there was only one way for Adele to cheer up and that was with some Liam magic. It had done the trick before, and as I hopped into the limo I had no reason to think that it’d fail me.
Chapter Two
“Liam, I’m sorry. I was just feeling a bit down about it all coming an end.”
I kissed her on the lips as we moved into the main hall.
“Shit, I thought that someone had died, Adele. You kind of scared me. I’m glad that you had a bit of champagne. It seems to have lightened you up a bit.”
She nodded, but maybe the champagne hadn’t completely done the trick, because her eyes started to fill with tears again.
“Adele, talk to me. What’s up with you?”
Then Chanel came up behind us and said, “If you guys walk any slower, by the time we get inside the Prom’s over!”
She swept up Adele’s hand and then walked in front of us. Chanel’s the kind of girl that I love to hate at the best of times. Sometimes she just has too much energy; I think that she’s on a high most of the time.
“Did you give her anything?” I asked Dwayne as he walked up to me, with his eyes firmly fixed on Chanel’s ass.
He patted me on the back, “Just some loving.”
“Fuck when?”
He laughed, “You need to give that to Adele too. That’ll get her in the mood.”
I shook my head, “Do you think of anything apart from sex?”