“Sure, I’ll go home. With my date.”
Wesley’s arms cross over his chest. “She’s not going anywhere with you.”
“She’s my date, Dover.”
“Not anymore.”
Tony rolls his eyes. “God, it’s so obvious that you want to fuck her. I see the way you look at her. It’s pathetic, especially since she’s not even the pretty twin. Don’t fuck this up for me. I want my hundred points.”
Wesley clenches his fist.
My voice cracks. “One hundred points?”
Tony smirks. “We have a list of girls rated from easy to hard to get into bed. Congrats, baby, you’re one of the easy ones.”
“Easy?”
“Nerdy. Desperate. A bit homely looking when you’re not dressed like that. By the way, those contacts and all that makeup did you wonders, sweetheart. I almost felt proud to escort you through that door. Too bad your sister turned me down. She would’ve doubled my score.”
I don’t even see the punch, just hear the sickening crack as Tony goes down hard, the crowd erupting in shocked gasps and sudden chants of, “FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”
“What the fuck, Wes?” Tony growls, scrambling to his feet. He rushes at him full tackle, bringing Wesley to the ground with a solid hit, strong enough to ring anyone’s bell.
Unfazed, Wesley takes the blow, getting in another few punches before Tony’s lip splits open and blood starts to pour.
“Wesley, stop!” I beg.
The second he hears my voice, he stops.
But it’s almost too late. Any second now and the teachers will be here. Tony’s on the football team, and Wesley’s one of the school fuckups who's on the verge of not graduating. If anyone gets suspended. It’ll be Wesley.
“Are you really going to fight me over a prude?”
“Call her that again, and I’ll end you.”
Out of my peripheral, I see a couple of teachers rushing towards us from the punch bowl.
Before I can rethink it, I grab his hand, urging him toward the door. “Come on, Wesley, let’s go.”
He doesn’t budge.Doesn’t he realize that he’s eighteen and he could go to Parr over this?
“Wesley, please,” I urge, tugging him even harder. “Don’t get yourself arrested over him.”
“Listen to the prude, Dover. We all know that record of yours is getting rather lengthy. Hate to be the one who seals the deal for you.”
My hand curls over his clenched fist, forcing him to look my way.
“Take me home, Wesley. Before it’s too late. Please!”
Maybe it’s the desperate tears in my eyes, or maybe Tony is just feeling gracious tonight, but for whatever reason, Wesley takes my hand, allowing me to lead him to safety.
Adrenaline burns through my veins as Wesley pulls me through the casino and out the backdoor just as security descends into the prom room. I don’t know whose bright idea it was to have our prom at a casino, but whoever it was, needs to be fired.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I chastise the second we’re in the parking lot.
“Yes, I did. You were about to become part of the football team’s roster.”
“So? What’s the big deal?”
