Prom Nights from Hell(66)
Cold fear snapped Cooper back to reality.
Punch. More punch, that's what I need. It's cheap, gross stuff, but at least it's strong. A few more cups of punch, and I'll know what to do.
Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Cooper hurried to the refreshment table.
The dark girl in the bathroom scowled and shook her head with annoyance. She took two deep breaths and then whispered calming words to herself in a throaty purr.
«There's plenty of time. A little more alcohol clouding his mind, taking his will… patience. There's plenty still to attend to, so many other details…» She gritted her teeth and her eyelids fluttered again, for a longer moment this time.
«First Matt and Louisa, then Bryan and Clara,» she told herself, as if she were working her way down a to-do list. «Ugh, and then that interfering Gabe! Why isn't he miserable yet?» She took another steadying breath. «It's time my little helper got back to work.»
She pressed her fists to her temples and closed her eyes.
«Celeste,» she snapped.
The voice in Celeste's head was familiar, even welcome. All of her best ideas came like this lately. Don't Matt and Louisa look cozy?
Celeste grinned toward the couple in question.
Someone having a good time? Now is that really acceptable?
«I've got to go…»-Celeste looked into her partner's face, searching for his name-«Derek.»
The boy's fingers, creeping up her ribs, froze in shock.
«It's been fun,» Celeste assured him, rubbing the back of her hand across her open mouth as if to wipe away any trace of him. She pulled herself free.
«But, Celeste… I thought…»
«Bye, now.»
Celeste's smile was sharp as a razor's edge as she strutted toward Matt Franklin and his date, mousy little what's-her-name. For a brief second, she remembered her official date-squeaky-clean Gabe Christensen-and she wanted to laugh. What a nice time he must be having tonight! The humiliation she was putting him through almost made it worth coming with him, though she couldn't imagine what she'd been thinking, saying yes. Celeste shook her head at the irritating memory. Gabe had turned those innocent blue eyes on her, and-for half a minute-she'd wanted to say yes. She'd wanted to move closer to him. In that brief moment, she'd thought about giving up her delicious scheme and just having a nice time at the prom with a nice guy.
Wow, she was glad that goody-goody notion had faded. Celeste had never had more fun in her life than she was having now. She'd ruined prom for half the girls in the room, and had half the boys fighting over her. Boys were all the same, and they were all hers for the taking. It was time the rest of the girls saw that. What a fabulous bit of inspiration this plot for total prom domination had been!
«Hey, Matt,» Celeste cooed, tapping him on the shoulder.
«Oh, hey,» Matt responded, looking up from his date with a confused expression.
«Can I borrow you for a moment?» Celeste asked, batting her lashes and throwing her shoulders back to place her cleavage in the spotlight. «There's something I want to, er, show you.» Celeste ran her tongue over her lips.
«Um.» Matt swallowed loudly.
Celeste felt her last partner's eyes boring a hole in her back, and she remembered that Matt was his best friend. She stifled a laugh. How perfect.
«Matt?» his date asked in injured tones as his hands dropped from her waist.
«I'll be just a sec… Louisa.»
Ha! He could barely remember her name himself! Celeste flashed him a dazzling smile.
«Matt?» Louisa called again, shocked and hurt, as Matt took Celeste's hand and followed her toward the center of the dance floor.
The furthest stall in the bathroom was dark now. The girl inside it slumped against the wall, waiting as her breathing slowed. Despite the fact that the air in the room was uncomfortably warm, the girl was shivering.
The quarrel in the bathroom had resolved, and a new bevy of girls crowded in front of the mirror to check their makeup.
The fire-breather composed herself, and then there was another sparkle of red at her ears; everyone at the mirror turned to look expectantly at the ladies' room door while the girl in the red dress ducked out of her stall and opened the low window. No one noticed her slip out the unorthodox exit. They continued to stare at the door, looking for the sound that had made them turn.
The sticky, humid Miami night was as uncomfortable as if it were trying to rival hell. In her thick leather dress, the girl smiled a relieved smile and rubbed her hands against her bare arms.