Page 49 of Enemies to Prom Dates
“There’s still time. I imagine you would look hot in red.”
I blushed. Because he was doing that thing again where it felt like he was flirting. Which, of course, he wouldn’t be flirting. Not with me.
“Get ready.”
The group of girls left the stage, and, on cue, Fitz and I stepped out into the spotlight. The applause was dying down, and I was happy that we were coming to the end of the show. The plan for later was to head to a small after-party at Chas’s house.
A party where Fitz would be. Where I would be. Mostly likely with alcohol. That neither one of us really drank, but still, it would be there.
“Hey, everyone, as we wrap up tonight let me thank you all again for coming. Tonight has been a great success,” Fitz announced into the microphone. “And now for the big finale. What I’m sure many of you have come for, so don’t be cheap when you bid…”
“Fitz,” I said interjecting. “You’re going to remind them, right?”
“Yes, yes.”
“Because the whole point of this…”
“Yes, yes. Don’t be a nag.”
“I’m not a nag!” I said, pretending to be insulted. Then I looked out into the audience. “I’m just a very good reminder.”
A few chuckles from the crowd. This had been our shtick all night. Fitz introducing the categories and me pretending to poke at him.
“What my co-host wants me to remind you is that all items modeled tonight can be found online at HaddonfieldMemorialFallFashionShow.com. Everything you’ve seen tonight has been donated, so all winning bids will go to this year’s school charity, Urban Promise. And now for the main event…”
A beat. He looked to me.
“Prom gowns!” I said with all the enthusiasm I could muster for prom gowns.
Evelyn, another cheerleader on the squad, started the parade, walking elegantly across the stage as Fitz and I exited it.
Each girl was to do a back-and-forth pass then head to the microphone at center stage to provide details about the dress. Then the interested students could go to the website on their phone and bid.
“Well, that was fun.”
Fitz and I looked over our shoulders to find Heath there. Our appointed technical resource for the night, Heath handled the lighting, sound and video recording.
“Uh, hello. Isn’t there something you should be doing?” I asked.
He shrugged. “It’s all but over. The recording is running on a timer. Nothing left for me to do. Except check out all the girls still wearing their bikinis.”
I shook my head. From what I knew about Heath, he liked to hook up with girls, but he didn’t particularly care about dating them. He had the whole handsome, brooding thing working in his favor.
Most girls thought they could save him. They all eventually learned they could not.
“Now, when do we drink?” he asked.
“I think I’m going to break football season rules,” Fitz said. “Tonight was brutal.”
“You just said earlier it was going well.”
“It is. It did. But it doesn’t mean I haven’t been stressed out all night. I’ll be glad when this is over.”
The girls were still queueing up backstage behind a heavy curtain. I took a quick peek around it to see if I could see Star. She’d already modeled athletic wear earlier. Now it was time for her to wear the pretty dress.
The pretty dress that she would not be able to afford for her own prom. I tried not to be depressed about that.
I caught her eye, and she gave me a wave. The gown was gorgeous. Strapless, heart-shaped neckline showing casing her amazing breasts to their best advantage. It was silver and with her blond hair pulled back in a sophisticated updo she looked likeElsafromFrozen.
