Raja swatted him on the back of the head.
Then they were off and cruising down the 101, and Ashline tuned out the other members in the car. Raja attempted a speech about the number of people going stag tonight, and how it wasn"t unusual, and wasn"t Bobby Jones without a date too? Ash nodded mechanically through the conversation until Raja at last gave up.
She instead began talking to Rolfe about how, by show-ing up late, they had hopefully missed the forced awkwardness of the first hour.
Eventually Ash rolled down the window. She checked her cell phone one more time-nothing in the missed call log-before pulling the ruby earrings from her earlobes. She cupped them in the palm of her hand like little golden fireflies before she tossed them out the window.
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In the side mirror she saw two embers skitter and die on the pavement.
Ashline"s first thought when they parked outside the Shelton Inn and Country Club was that she suddenly understood why Blackwood"s tuition was so steep.
h.e.l.l, her parents weren"t paying for cla.s.ses. They were paying for this masquerade ball.
The Shelton overlooked the beach. It was designed to look as though its facade had weathered a thousand of the Pacific"s mightiest storms. In reality it had been built five years ago, primarily for use in destination weddings.
The three latecomers walked up the red carpet that had been ceremoniously unfurled over the wooden stairs leading up to the pavilion where the dance was being held-an enormous high-roofed wooden gazebo, if you could even call it that, with a view of the water. A Top 40 song pulsed out into the parking lot, and the railing thrummed rhythmically like a heartbeat under Ashline"s palm as she climbed the steps.
They reached the table at the top of the stairs where the Headmistress was manning the entrance to the pavilion. She wore a beautiful but modest floor-length dress, and Ashline couldn"t help but gawk; it was weird to see the headmistress in something more traditionally feminine than the starched suits she wore each day.
The headmistress rifled through a colorful box in front of her until she found a red mask that would match 353 Ashline"s dress. "Nice win on Wednesday, Ms. Wilde,"
she said.
What Ash heard instead was, Thank you for keeping your nose out of trouble so I didn"t have to pull you from the team.
Ash held up the mask. It looked like it had been decorated in a third-grade art cla.s.s, though in reality it had probably been an overzealous SGA freshman having a little too much fun with a glue stick. "Why do I have a feeling I"m going to be covered in glitter and sequins by the end of the night?"
Headmistress Riley smiled sweetly. "Glitter and sequins wash off in the morning; memories don"t."
Ash stuck her finger in her mouth and made a gagging sound. "I think you missed your calling writing greeting cards."
The headmistress giggled. "Here," she offered, and helped Ash peel off the covering to reveal the skin-friendly adhesive on the reverse side. She pressed it to Ashline"s face and stepped back. "You look like a vision of the Renaissance."
"If I remembered anything about the Renaissance from world history, I"m sure I"d be flattered." Ash reached into her purse and pulled out her extra ticket. "Look, if a frantic tuxedoed gentleman by the name of Colt comes by . . . can you give him this?"
The pitied look Headmistress Riley gave her was almost too much for Ash, but the headmistress recovered by saying, "Only if he looks really, really sorry for being so late."
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"Thank you, Headmistress." Ash headed after Raja and Rolfe, who had been waiting patiently in the entryway.
Although Ashline was still coming to terms with the reality that she"d be dancing alone for the better part of the night, the beautiful venue still took her breath away. It was an island of light on the dark coast. Above the heads of the dancing students, the rafters had been strewn with hundreds of lighted orbs, burning pale like miniature galaxies. Ash had this vision of the roof ripping open along the seams, and all of the lights flying off into the jaws of the night.
"I feel like I"m on the moon," she said. "Only it has an atmosphere. And really bad pop music."
"Come on, s.p.a.ce man." Raja dragged her over to the buffet table. The appetizer trays had already been des-ecrated by (from the look of it) the athletic teams, who must have descended on them like a plague of locusts.
The bacon-wrapped scallops and pigs in blankets were just a few hungry teens away from going extinct, and in places it looked as though someone had actually been pecking at the lettuce garnish.
Raja poured three gla.s.ses of punch and gestured for Ash and Rolfe to step behind her to block her from prying eyes. With her human camouflage in place, she reached under her dress and unsheathed the flask she had strapped to her thigh. Rolfe practically quivered with ecstasy at the flash of bare skin, something Raja must have been well aware of, because she smiled devilishly as she poured a 355 healthy helping of clear liquid into each cup. She added an especially generous portion to Ashline"s before returning the flask to its concealed holster.
"What was that?" Ashline asked.
"Tap water," Raja replied, but when Ashline didn"t buy it, she said, "Liquid fun! Now let"s go dance."
With masks on all of the students, and the ghostly light of the orbs, it practically took a GPS to locate their friends. On their way through the crowd, Ash first noticed Serena wearing a dress as white as her hair.
She was grinning wildly, which might have had something to do with the tall senior boy who had his arms snugly wrapped around her from behind, as her hips dipped to the music like a pendulum. Ash said nothing as she pa.s.sed. The girl had been as frustratingly nonplussed as ever the night before when Ash had explained to her that the "Jack" who had been visiting her all these months was actually an oily Cyclops with bear-trap teeth. She"d even acted outraged when Ash had suggested that they possibly reconsider carrying out the instructions on their scrolls. Although in retrospect, Ash shouldn"t have been surprised. If the little siren was already deeply invested enough in the prophecies to move across the country, discovering that her source was a monster probably wasn"t going to be a deal breaker.
They finally spotted a white-masked Ade, his face poking a full head above the other dancers like a flagpole.
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Jackie, Darren, and Darren"s boyfriend, Patrick, completed the dance circle around him.
Jackie opened her mouth like it was Christmas morning when she saw Ashline, and, bless her heart, she didn"t once glance at the empty s.p.a.ce beside her. Judging by the decibel levels of the shrieking that ensued, along with the ferocity of the hug, Ash could only a.s.sume that her friend had already imbibed a vase full of liquor.
"Ashline," Jackie slurred. "You"re really here." She slapped Ashline"s elbow, which sent punch spilling onto Jackie"s foot, but she didn"t even look down.
Ash just smiled. "You look beautiful, Jacqueline Cutter."
If the success of a high school dance was measured by the percentage of people dancing, then the Blackwood ball was certainly a winner. But that wasn"t enough for the DJ. Soon the overhead bulbs dimmed to glowing coals, replaced by the pulsing, dancing colors of his own light system. The writhing ma.s.s of students cheered, and the intensity of the dance floor crescendoed into a wild frenzy.
The floorboards trembled beneath them, like it wasn"t a dance floor at all but the convulsing stomach lining of a giant. The s.p.a.ce between couples narrowed and closed as the circle of dancing students congealed toward the center of the pavilion. Everyone hopped in unison to the new song.
Even Ashline began to forget about Colt, especially as 357 the vodka in her punch dug its fingers into her. Her consciousness blurred around the edges and her blood vessels bristled with warmth. Soon she had chugged the rest of her drink and let the plastic cup fall from her hand onto the floor. She jumped with the rest of the undulating amoeba of students, abandoning herself to the rhythm as the lifeblood pumped out of the speakers. Her hands shot toward the rafters and she chanted along to the song, which was a mess of "Heys" and "Hos" followed by unin-telligible rap lyrics.
The music transformed into some sort of sultry R&B song. Two hands firmly fixed themselves on her hips.
Hope surged through her, but when she turned, it wasn"t the man she was expecting.
"h.e.l.lo, darling," Bobby Jones said from behind his mask. He had already ditched his tie, and his shoulders were looking especially broad beneath his sports coat.
"Thanks for the other day," she shouted over the music. Why was it so d.a.m.n loud? "You know, for leading my own personal cheering section at the tennis game."
"Least I could do." Bobby"s hands returned to the solid curves of her waist. "But if you insist on repaying me, how about a dance?"
"A dance?" she repeated hazily. The alcohol was leaking farther into her brain even though she had already stopped drinking.
He held up his pointer finger. "One dance."
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She looked over to the entryway. It was empty except for the curtain of black streamers.
She opened her mouth to make a thousand excuses: My boyfriend will be here soon.
Actually, I need more punch.
No, Bobby Jones. I don"t think you have the ability to be "just friends" with a pretty girl.
What ended up coming out instead was, "Better make it two."
Her hands caressed his shoulders as they journeyed up behind his neck. The two dancers quickly fell into rhythm with the song. Remarkably his own hands behaved, resting on the crook of her hips as they swayed, without making a play for anything lower.
"You know, Bobby," she said when the silent dancing was becoming too much intimacy for her to handle, "a week ago I thought you were the biggest douche bag in the Western World."
He grinned and pulled her a little closer. "Does that mean I have to conquer the East before I"ve secured the t.i.tle of Number One Douche?"
"Something to aspire to."
"And what do you think of me now?" His smile had gone, replaced by sincere curiosity. His mouth was open just enough to reveal his perfect cotton white teeth.
The room tilted a little. s.h.i.t, she realized. She was rapidly diving from buzzed into drunk. The last dregs of alcohol were sabotaging the good-decision-making 359 epicenter of her brain, which had already been compro-mised by her desire to hurt Colt for standing her up.
She wanted to tell Bobby to pull her closer.
She wanted to tell him to go to h.e.l.l.
She wanted to kiss him.
She wanted Colt to walk in just as Bobby Jones put his lips on her neck.
She wanted Bobby to get fresh again, to try the things she"d scolded him for a week ago.
She wanted to throw another alarm clock at his head.
s.h.i.t, she really wanted to kiss him.
Rather than answering him, she pressed her head to his chest so she wouldn"t have to look him in the eyes as she went to war with her hormones.
Reason kept telling her, "He"s nice but still has the maturity of a toddler, and P.S. You"re intoxicated."
The Beelzebub inside her was seductively whispering, "Yes, but he"s impossibly beautiful."
Adonis or not, if her hormones raged any further, she was likely to set him on fire.
She took a step back, pulling free of his arms. "I . . .
I"ve got to get some fresh air."
He protested and reached for her again, but she was already lost in the crowd. The lights briefly illuminated a wisp of smoke rising from her body.
The route off the dance floor was an obstacle course of unsavory grinding and couples sucking face, until she had skirted around the last hot and heavy pair. Two 360 chaperones nearby seemed to be resisting the urge to police the orgy in front of them, so long as no one got pregnant.
She safely reached the veranda, a little disc at the periphery of the pavilion, and the only spot that wasn"t covered by the roof. Free at last of the clammy dance floor, Ash inhaled several deep breaths. She grabbed hold of the railing overlooking the silent forest and willed the spins to go away, willed the alcohol to filter out of her bloodstream.
After a minute the world righted itself again. She listened to a few more songs from the veranda until the forest came back into focus. The pulse she could feel in her temple slowed, and the vein recessed back into her head. The ringing in her ears from the loud music died to a thin whine.
"You"re going to go back in there," she instructed herself patiently. "You are not going to make out with any losers, even if they are hot. And you are absolutely not going to cast any more pathetic glances at the pavilion entrance."
With her pep talk concluded and sobriety fast approaching, she returned to the land of the living. The DJ, perhaps sensing that the students would soon run out of fuel, shifted from pop music to techno, and the heartbeat of the crowd picked up. Ash tried looking through the sweating, grinding ma.s.ses for familiar faces-Jackie, Darren, Rolfe-anyone. She stopped in the middle of the 361 dance floor, lost, and was about to give up and head for the appetizer table when she heard the moaning next to her.
Bobby Jones had his lips glued to a girl in an emerald dress. His eyes were closed but the look of joy on his face was nothing short of nirvana. He moaned again as her lips traveled across his cheek on a mischievous path toward his earlobe.
Ash nearly vomited on herself right then and there.
She tried to leave the disgusting couple to their intimate lip-lock, but hadn"t made it two steps before she heard Bobby"s voice, just audible over the music: "Oh, Ashline . . ."
At first she thought he was calling out to her to apologize. But his eyes were still closed and he was very clearly speaking to the girl in his arms. "Ashline," he murmured again.
They turned in profile, revealing the girl who was attacking his face like it was covered in sugar. Her soft, beautiful Polynesian features were deathly familiar to Ash even under the glittered mask covering the top half of her face.
Eve pulled away from Bobby"s neck and drew in a deep breath. Electricity crackled over her lips and between her teeth. And then she kissed Bobby Jones on the mouth.
His eyes, which had remained closed in ecstasy the entire time, instantly shot open, and his body shuddered in a violent seizure. He tried to squirm free, but Eve"s 362 muscular arms closed around his back and pressed his body into hers.
Bobby"s eyes rolled back until they were only whites, before his head lolled onto his shoulder, unconscious.
And still Eve held him, pressing his head into her neck and holding his body upright. To any nearby dancers it would appear as though he"d just had too much to drink, or maybe was having a romantic moment with his head resting on her shoulder.
The strings of lights exploded. The filaments inside them burst one by one like little firecrackers as electricity surged through the wires. The dancing instantly came to a screeching halt.
Then the music cut out as well, replaced by loud feed-back buzzing through the speakers.
The atmosphere outside crackled as if a car were being sawed in half.
A lightning bolt hammered down on the pavilion.
The bang was so deafening that the room erupted in screams. Even Ash threw up her hands to cover her ringing ears. When the blinding light receded, Ash could see smoke filling the rafters. A fire had started up in the beams. The flames quickly began to devour the roof, and the panicked shrieks of the students only grew louder.
Students banged into Ash left and right as they stampeded for the exit. Ash spotted the chaperones at the entryway trying to shepherd everyone out in an orderly fashion, but the mob of students overtook them. Their 363 cries of protest were drowned under all the screaming, and they were carried away down the steps like pieces of driftwood.
Meanwhile, Eve had dropped the unconscious Bobby roughly to the floor. Her presence towering over his body was the only thing that prevented him from being trampled by the fleeing students.
Ashline"s rage grew with each student who slammed into her as the crowd on the dance floor thinned out.
When she couldn"t restrain herself anymore, she lunged for Eve. Her fist slammed into her sister"s cheek, and Eve staggered back. Before Ash could get in another strike, a heavy gust coursed through the pavilion and wrapped its tornado fingers around Ashline"s neck. Like a phantom bungee cord attached to her waist, the wind dragged her on her back across the floor, maneuvering her through the last few escaping students. The friction with the wooden floorboards burned the skin of her bare back. She frantically tried to slow her momentum with her hands.
Ash was vaguely aware of the wall looming behind her, but it was still a surprise when she collided with the French doors that led into the ballroom. The gla.s.s spiderwebbed on impact, and for a tantalizing second she just leaned, dazed, with her back against the broken window.
A second gust ripped through the burning pavilion.
This one struck her with such velocity that the gla.s.s buckled behind her. She somersaulted backward through the door and into the dark ballroom.
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