The Secret (Boston's Best 1)

Chapter Thirty

Matt

Prom.

The most dreaded day of my high school career is a month away.

And because we're all sad single pringles we've all decided to go together as a group –myself, Alex, Darius, Felix, Penelope, Brooke, Maddie, and because Maddie also wants to go with her other friends, Evelyn and Nick too.

So now the girls and Evelyn have dragged all of us guys out into Back Bay –Brooke's natural habitat, so that they can all pick up their dresses and get us all fitted for suits.

Which is ridiculous because we all already own perfectly good suits, but according to Her Majesty Queen Brooke, we have to get new ones for prom.

They all ran into the designer store where they ordered their dresses months ago to try them on again to make sure they're perfect and all that stuff.

But I don't understand how Maddie's getting her dress cause she hasn't even been here a month yet, but I suppose anything can happen for the right price.

"Remind me why we're actually going through with this and not just using one of the suits we actually own? It's not like she'll be able to tell the difference between them." Nick says from where he's standing in the middle of the room with his arms in the air as the tailor pocks at him.

"Trust me, bro, she'd know the difference." Darius shrugs out of his suit jacket that's three sizes too small for his muscled frame. "Brooke's like a rabid fashion dog, she'd sniff it out like a big'o Texan bloodhound."

Nick rolls his shoulders back which has the tailor slapping his arm. "I'd rather a rabid dog come and scratch my eyes out than have to do this."

"Yeah, I hate these sort of events. My parents are always dragging me to some sort of gala or charity auction or some shit, I swear I'm never out of a suit. Actually, I bet if you counted them in my closet I'd have more of them than actual clothes." Darius rolls his eyes.

Felix agrees. "Same. My mom always brings me to those fancy New York office parties."

Alex exhales the smoke of his cigarette that surprisingly he's allowed in here. "The only suit I have is from my great-uncle's funeral when I was fourteen."

I laugh, "I have some for funerals too. Suppose mine were more recent though."

They all freeze and look at me unsure what to say.

"It was a joke."

"Ha ha," Alex says deadpan.

The tailor tells Nick to stay where he is and walks out of the room to get something.

Felix stands up and walks around the room with his glass of water in hand looking at the hundreds of suits on display throughout the store. "They are pretty nice suits to be fair. The material is great, not too scratchy."

"Yeah, it seems pretty nice so far." Nick fidgets with the cuffs of the jacket.

Darius leans forward and puts his elbows on his knees. "So, Nick, how come a good-looking man such as yourself, captain of the baseball team, and Model UN Club, and co-captain of the math team, is going stag to his Senior Prom?"

"And captain of the track team too." He shrugs, " ButI could say the same about all of you. You're all the most popular guys in the school." He looks at me. "Captain of the football team." Then at Alex. "Co-captain and biggest player in the school." Then Darius. "Rich, good-looking, Texan, fucking monster on the field, and you've got game." Finally Felix. "And you're just the cherry on top of it all. The mystery golden boy, who is arguably the best looking out of all of you, which just has the girls sobbing through the halls."