Till Death Do Us Part {Completed}

Chapter Seventeen - The Love of my Life

            The last thing I wanted to do was go to prom.

            Really, I just wanted to crawl up into a hole and cry until I was physically sore. But I couldn’t, because I had to go risk my life, lose the guy I loved and wring a confession out of Lucas. Whoever said being a teenager was easy has obviously never taken a tumble into the necromancy world, otherwise they’d think twice before claiming eighteen-year-olds had it easy.

            I mean, really, would it have been that hard to give me a normal boyfriend, and a prom night to look forward to, with a pretty dress I was devoted to and a good time guaranteed. Where I wasn’t worried about ghosts and confessions and killers. Where my biggest worry was tripping over the foot of my gown. Did normal people have any idea how lucky they were?

            “Babe, what’s up?” Lucas asked as we walked into the spacious hall the prom was being held in. The prom committee had done a fantastic job, and the theme seemed to be blue and white, almost like a winter theme. Blue and white streamers hung in arcs from the gabled ceiling, and there were also blue and white balloons. The stage was set up with the prom crowns on display on a red velour pillow, and the whole place looked pretty classy. Punch and cookies was set up to the side at a refreshments table manned by a biology teacher, and music played through the speakers. People were already dancing on the dance floor, and I had a feeling that by now some evil genius had already spiked the punch with some vodka. By the end of the night, most would have much looser morals and be dancing a lot less innocently than the classic dancing taking place now.

            Besides the fact you might try to kill me later? my inner voice asked bitterly and a little sardonically.

            Of course, I doubted those words would go down well in this kind of situation, so I just shook my head and smiled up at him. “Nothing. Just a little nostalgic, that’s all.”

            He nodded and wrapped a comforting arm around my shoulder, pulling me close and planting a gentle kiss on the crown of my head. He led me towards the refreshments table and grabbed us two small, clear cups of red punch. As we moved away, I took a tentative sip and was surprised—and a little impressed and appreciative—that some kid had, in fact, already spiked the drinks. I cringed a little as the bitter, strong taste filled my mouth, and gulped down the acid-like liquid. I was hoping by consuming some alcoholic beverages, it would knock the edge off a little. Make the night a little more bearable.

            Lucas let out a low whistle after he took a drink. “Whew. That has a punch to it,” he murmured, and then chuckled at his own joke. Once upon a time I found it cute, now it was arrogant and stupid.

            “You wanna dance?” Lucas asked after we had finished our drinks. I nodded and let him lead me to the dance floor, and we fell into a dancing rhythm. I swayed my hips to the beat, and Lucas leaned close to me. Whoever was our DJ did a damned good job at picking the music. It ranged in all different genres, whilst still managing to play relative songs that could be danced to. So far they were all funky and upbeat, but that would change as the night progressed.

            It felt weird to think such a serious task would be accomplished in a mere matter of hours, but right now I was dancing with a guy on a makeshift dance floor to corny music at my prom. Surely the night should be more serious, filled with incognito outfits and rigorous planning. But I was not in the mood to sit and mope around, and I wanted to have a little fun whilst I still had the time to. If I lost Finn, I would probably be sad for the rest of eternity, so why not enjoy the time I had now?