The Devil's Pawn

Chapter 30

                Before I knew it, the countdown until Prom had dropped from days to hours. As the excitement filled the hallway of the senior wing, I could help but find myself growing more and more anxious for the evening.

                I still had yet to ask my mother. Erica had been pressuring me to fabricate another lie instead of asking honestly. I had doubts that that would help me in my situation to earn her respect again. Still, I wasn’t entirely sure how I was going about this situation. Time was against me in this.

                In the gymnasium, the score board was counting down the time until Prom night. It had been rumored that once the clock hit zero, there would be something sick and rotten dropped from the ceilings from the sophomores.

                I highly doubted that. It had been a rumor that had been going around since I was a freshman in the high school.

                Nonetheless, with forty-eight hours to go, everyone was getting a little bit antsy as the seconds ticked away.

                Erica was in the process of explaining just how much trouble she was going to for this evening with hopes that Fits would say something. He hadn’t asked her to prom, nor had he asked anyone else. Erica explained that it was in his nature, but I wasn’t completely sure about that.

                “…at the salon down the mall. It’s going to cost quite a pretty penny, but the stylist there, Lucas, is absolutely phenomenal.” She explained, leaning against the locker next to mine. “He did my hair for the senior pictures. It looked so sexy.”

                “I can’t wait to see it Saturday,” I mumbled, digging through the books in my locker. Truth be told, I was more concerned with myself getting there than I actually was with Erica and her hair.

                “I could see if he could squeeze you in as well before hand. I have connections there. Of course, it’d be pretty costly. But if you have the dough…” She explained her nails casually. She looked up at me from under her eyelashes.

                I bit my lip, shaking my head, “I appreciate the offer, Erica, but I don’t think that I’d have time to. Even if my mother let me go.”

                Erica had doubts that anything would work for me. She was already prepared to plan a kidnap of me just for the evening.

                She was as determined to get me there as Trenton was to take my virginity that night. It was a disturbing thought.

                I hadn’t seen much of Trenton, and had had absolutely no alone time with him. He hadn’t commented his fantasy from earlier, but I hadn’t been one to question it. I couldn’t deny the feelings he drove through me at his simple words.

                I closed my locker, slinging my bag over my shoulder.

                “Don’t worry, Taylor, your ass is going to be here.” She promised.

                “Are they even selling tickets still?”

                Erica blinked, surprise flooding her face, “You never bought tickets?!”

                I hesitantly shook my head.

                She groaned, slapping my arm. “I can’t believe you! Taylor, it’s two days before and now you decide to ask about tickets?”