Sin After Sin

Chapter 3: Jump in the Fire

Sasha's POV:

 

Prom. The night that no one forgets - whether it ended up being amazing or ended badly. I never went to prom, thinking it was overrated. It was filled with the girls who tormented me on a daily basis and it wasn't going to be any different that one night. I basically just never saw a point in going.

 

Tonight I was actually leaving Hell to attend some stupid prom at a high school in Texas, pretending to be a beautiful Asian girl that had been popular all throughout middle and high school. It was the senior prom after all, and everyone was going to remember this night.

 

I adjusted the aqua dress that clung to her surprisingly great curves. It just barely hit the floor, it's silky fabric rubbing against my body softly every time I moved. Apparently I had "picked" the wrong shoes though - the simple silver heels I thought she was wearing had been replaced with shimmery silver ones that were six inches tall - this girl was short after all - but either way, big deal. They were just shoes. You could barely see them anyway. The lecture and curious glances I got was a little uncalled for though.

 

As soon as we had boarded the bus ten minutes ago, I sensed a sudden tension in the air. In the velvet seat I was positioned in in the front of the chic black bus, I pulled a Sephora mirror out of the sparkly silver clutch I brought with me, containing her phone, lash glue, the nude lipstick she was wearing, and a tampon. Unfortunately for her, it was her time of the month. Little did her friends know that I had blown her head off at her house, shoving her in the attic of her home. I would leave a note after the prom was over so her parents would be able to find her body. The scary thing? She was wearing her prom dress, her hair in a gorgeous bun fastened with an aqua and silver jeweled clip, all ready to leave the house to go to one of her last high school memories. The best part about it? She had died at 6:37, three minutes before the bus came.

 

"Amy, have you seen this yet?" some pretty brunette girl asked me, her sea foam green dress brushing against the seat. She held up her pink iPhone that was playing a sex tape. I bit my tongue, holding back a laugh. They were awful, that was for sure.

 

"No. Who is that?" I squinted, pretending that I was trying to figure it out. I couldn't blow my cover. Not at this point. It wasn't time yet.

 

"Stacy and Mark. They've only been together for three days now. Can you say slut?" she taunted.

 

"Where'd you get that anyway?"

 

"Etia sent it to me ten minutes ago. It's twenty minutes long. Just thought I'd show you, him being your ex and all."

 

"I got over him."

 

"Oh please. Last night you were crying on the phone wishing you had him back," she snorted. "He broke up with you five days ago. Just look at how fast he moved on though. Asshole."

 

Bitch. The entire reason I begged my parents to let me be home schooled all throughout middle and high school was so I wouldn't have to deal with people like her. Who would say something like that after a breakup anyway? At least she'd be dead within five minutes.

 

"So, you gonna hook up with anyone tonight?" I changed the subject, biting my lip.