Hunter's Alpha (gxg) ✓

28. Educated

The night I murdered someone for the first time, I was wearing a blue dress.

I had picked it out at the mall only a month ago with my friend Margaret. I don't know where she is anymore. I can't even remember her last name.

But that day started out with a buzz of excitement. Prom.

Our senior class was graduating soon, and I was taking my girlfriend to prom.

The theme was space, and there were planets━nebulae and stars that twirled from the ceiling. An alien photobooth. Glow-in-the-dark stickers on the gymnasium ceiling. Retro music playing from the speakers.

That night ended with me in the bathroom, crying hysterically, blood beneath my fingernails, my silver eyeshadow smeared like glittering tears.

My girlfriend had just broken up with me and I had killed a man.

Definitely a top-ten moment.

I am eighteen. Bruno Mars is playing from the gym speakers, and there are neon lights drifting across the walls and glowing stars pasted around the bricks.

"You look beautiful," Aimee tells me, hushed, but there is an edge to her words. As though it's painful to admit.

I do look beautiful. My hair is twisted in an elegant half-up style, and my curls are bundled over my shoulders. Silky against my bare shoulders. The back of my dress dips down to the bottom of my spine, and yes, it is both sexy and classic.

And Aimee━she is gorgeous.

Her short strawberry-blonde waves pinned back from her face, and she is wearing a pink dress that emphasizes the soft curves of her.

Her lips purse together, a rosy pout.

"Do you want a drink?" she asks.

"Yes," I agree gratefully, as Taylor Swift's Love Story comes on. "Thank you."

She disappears into the crowd, her pink-sequined dress a glittering beacon. I watch as she makes it to the fruit-punch stand, ladling juice into two cups.

"Hey," says Michael.

I restrain myself from rolling my eyes. "Hey."

"You look hot tonight."

"I know."

He licks his lips appreciatively, and I scowl.

"So, you and Aimee . . . you down for a hook-up tonight?"

If I had my drink, I would have spit it out. "The answer is always no, Michael."

"Aimee agreed."

"Aimee━what?" I sputter.

He nods eagerly. "She's down for it. So what do you say?"

"The answer is still no, Michael," I say, taking a threatening step closer.

Just as quickly, he takes a step back. As he should.

I am currently the star of the wrestling team. It's a good thing he knows I can kick his ass.

Besides, I don't believe him. Michael has been asking for a threesome all of senior year and junior year, ever since Aimee and I started dating. For all I know, this is just another trick.