Prom Nights from Hell(62)
«Hey, Gabe, where's Celeste?»
Gabe grimaced and turned to the sound of Logan's voice.
Logan was also solo for the moment. Perhaps it was his date's turn to exhibit girl-herding behavior.
«I couldn't say,» Gabe admitted. «Have you seen her?»
Logan pursed his full lips for a minute, as if debating whether or not to say something. He ran a hand nervously across his springy black hair. «Well, I thought I did. I'm not exactly sure, though… She's wearing a white dress, right?»
«Yeah-where is she?»
«I think I saw her in the lobby. Can't be positive. Her face was sort of hard to see… David Alvarado's face was all over it…»
«David Alvarado?» Gabe repeated in surprise. «Not Heath McKenzie?»
«Heath? Naw. It was definitely David.»
Heath was a linebacker, blond and fair. David barely cleared five feet; his coloring was olive and his hair was black. No way to confuse the two.
Logan shook his head sadly. «Sorry, Gabe. That sucks.»
«Don't worry about it.»
«At least you're not in the stag boat alone,» Logan said forlornly.
«Really? What happened to your date?»
Logan shrugged. «She's around here somewhere, glowering at everyone. She doesn't want to dance, she doesn't want to talk, she doesn't want punch, she doesn't want to take pictures, and she doesn't want my company.» He ticked each negative off on his fingers. «I don't know why she asked me in the first place. Probably just wanted to show off her dress-it is hot, I'll give her that. But she doesn't seem to care about showing anything now… Wish I'd asked someone else.» Logan's eyes lingered wistfully on a group of girls fast dancing in a male-free circle. Gabe thought he saw Logan focus on one girl in particular.
«Why didn't you ask Libby?»
Logan sighed. «I don't know. I think… I think she would have liked it if I'd asked her, though. Oh well.»
«Who's your date?»
«That new girl, Sheba. She's a little intense but really gorgeous, kinda exotic. I was too shocked to say anything but yes when she asked me to go with her. I thought that she, well, that she might be… fun…» Logan finished lamely. What he'd really thought when Sheba had all but commanded him to take her to prom didn't seem entirely appropriate to be spoken aloud, especially to Gabe; lots of things seemed inappropriate around Gabe. It was just the opposite with Sheba. When he'd gotten a look at her mind-blowing red leather dress, his head had been full of ideas that somehow didn't feel in the least bit inappropriate while her deep, dark eyes had been focused on him.
«I don't think I've met her,» Gabe said, interrupting Logan's brief fantasy.
«You'd remember if you had.» Although Sheba had forgotten Logan quickly enough once they were in the door, hadn't she? «Hey, do you think maybe Libby came alone? I didn't hear about anyone asking her…»
«Er, she came with Dylan.»
«Oh,» Logan said, crestfallen. Then he half-smiled. «Night's bad enough without getting tortured on top of everything else-weren't they supposed to have a band? This DJ…»
«I know. It's as if we're being punished for our sins,» Gabe said with a laugh.
«Sins? Like you have any, Galahad the Pure.»
«Are you kidding? I barely got off suspension in time to be allowed to come tonight.» Of course, at the moment Gabe was wishing the timing hadn't been so helpful. «I'm lucky I didn't get expelled.»
«Mr. Reese had it coming. Everyone knows that.»
«Yeah, he did,» Gabe said, a sudden edge sharpening his tone. Everyone at school was wary of Mr. Reese, but there wasn't much they could do until the math teacher crossed a line he shouldn't have. All the upperclassmen knew about Mr. Reese, too, but Gabe wasn't about to stand by while he stalked that clueless freshman kid… Still, knocking out a teacher was a bit extreme. There was probably some better way to have handled the situation. His parents had been supportive, though, as usual.
Logan interrupted his thoughts. «Maybe we should take off,» Logan said.
«I'd feel bad-if Celeste needs a way home…»
«That girl is not your type, Gabe.» She's pure evil-and a full-on whore, Logan could have added, but those just weren't the kinds of things you wanted to say about any girl while Gabe was in hearing range. «Let her get a ride with the guy sticking his tongue down her throat.»