I fell in love with Jacob a third time when I was seventeen. I also felloutof love with him at seventeen.Yes, this is the prom story.In April of my senior year of high school, Anna came skipping up to me at lunch, her face flushed. She proceeded to tell me that Sam from band had asked her to prom, despite our pact that we wouldn’t attend because prom was dumb.“You know it’s going to be too many people packed into the Country Lodge, with the deer heads on the walls, and everyone’s going to be drunk and sweaty,” I said. “And Sam is probably going to try to grope you in the back of his pickup afterward. Wow, sounds fun.”“Now you’re just being a jerk.” Anna grabbed her lunch and stood up. “And Sam doesn’t drive a pickup. He drives his mom’s minivan.”With that parting shot, Anna left me to sit at lunch alone. She was always my lunch buddy—my only one. If either of us was sick, the days were long and lonely without each other. Guilt sat in my stomach like lead. I was ab
Kate snapped her fingers in front of my face. “Dani, are you even listening to me?”The answer to that was definitely no, but I lied and said, “Yes.”Kate snorted. “You know those hearts that float above anime characters’ heads when they’re in love? That’s what you looked like. Plus some major heart eyes. I’d throw up but I paid six dollars for this latte and that would be a waste of perfectly good coffee.”After my encounter with Jacob, things had…shifted. Good shifted. Since we’d both come back to Seattle—and he’d given me his phone number after laughing at me for at least five minutes—we’d been texting each other nonstop. The only reason we hadn’t continued our sex escapade was because I’d had to create a bunch of arrangements at the last minute for an elopement, and Jacob had had all kinds of work-related things pop up, although he never alluded to what, exactly, they were.“I wasn’t making heart eyes,” I said, wrinkling my nose. “I was just thinking.”“Thinking about your one
When I opened the door to my apartment Friday night, I expected Jacob.What I didn’t expect was Jacob wearing a tuxedo and with a corsage in his hand, a boutonniere pinned to his lapel.His expression serious, although I could see a smile at the edges of his mouth, he said, “Are you ready for prom?”I glanced down at my outfit: jean shorts and a V-neck shirt. At least I’d put on some makeup. “I don’t exactly have a prom dress hanging out in my closet,” I said. I’d gotten rid of the one I’d planned to wear the next day after Jacob had stood me up.Jacob stepped into my apartment. “That’s fine. We can have prom here.”He handed me the bouquet—an arrangement of pink roses and sunflowers—and then said, “Put out your hand.”He put the corsage on my wrist. This one also had pink roses. “Did you make this?”“I did. Do you like it?”“I love it.” My heart felt like it was going to spill over. “I can’t believe you did this.”“It’s nine years late, but I thought I’d make it up to you. I
What was the protocol when a guy slept over? Did you make him breakfast? Or would that be acting like we were in a relationship?It was close to 6:00 AM. I needed to be at Buds and Blossoms by nine, but I was tempted to tell Judith I’d be in later. I was busy staring at the sleeping man in my bed.I’d always thought it was creepy that sparkly vampire Edward would just sit and watch Bella sleep. Probably because he didn’t ask her first, but at the moment, I understood the appeal.In the middle of the night, I’d gotten up to pee and had been surprised to find blood smeared between my thighs. I was sore, but not enough that I would’ve thought I’d bled. It was so primal, the mixture of semen and blood having dried on my thighs, Jacob’s come still dripping from my pussy, that I felt myself growing aroused. Maybe it’d been because I’d felt like Jacob had marked me as his own. I’d almost wanted to wake Jacob up for a second round, but I had a feeling I needed to give my body a little more
It was hard to concentrate when your brain was reminding you that you’d had sex last night. And that you’d had sex this morning. And that it would very much like you to have more sex.Sex sex sex sex sex sex SEXXXXXXX went my brain that Saturday morning. It was pretty much an endless stream of porno, except it was featuring me and Jacob.When my first customer came in, she wanted to buy some peonies. Except my brain heard penis, and then my brain thought, I LOVE PENISES! And for a moment my body got very excited, too. Until my customer looked at me strangely, as if she knew my mind was a nonstop loop of Pornhub, and I realized that I hadn’t said a word to her.Like I said: way harder to concentrate than I would’ve expected.During a lull, I checked my phone and saw that Anna had texted me a bunch of times last night, but my phone had been on silent so I hadn’t heard them.7:05 PM: Want to get drinks tonight?7:30 PM: Where are you? You better not be dead.8:16 PM: WHY ARE YOU IG
The next few days were a whirlwind of preparation, not just for the competition, but with creating bouquets for a wedding for that Sunday. Judith had worked with me on tons of weddings, but she’d never gone to one on her own. I wanted to make sure everything went as smoothly as possible while I was gone.“It’ll be fine,” said Judith for the thousandth time. “You aren’t going to the moon. I can call you if I need to.”“I know. I trust you and Will.” I forced a smile onto my face. “I’m just nervous. Sorry if I’m taking it out on you.”Judith told me that I could buy her a drink when I got back, to which I agreed readily. I’d probably need a drink or five once this competition was over. Not only did I need to make sure Buds and Blossoms was running during my absence, but my dad had come by that morning to see my arrangement. He’d been decidedly unenthusiastic with my design.“Honey, you’re so talented, but I thought you wanted to win,” he’d said. He’d sounded genuinely flummoxed. “Thi
I woke up the next morning with a giant headache like I was hung over. I’d barely slept, and I’d stopped myself from going back to Jacob’s room, banging on the door, and demanding to know what the hell his problem was.Except that meant having to hear the words I didn’t want to hear: I don’t love you. Sorry, Dani. This has just been a fling. You knew that, right?I forced my mind away from Jacob and his bullshit. Today was the competition. The judges would choose the winners midmorning. I was so close to that prize money and contract that I could smell it. I was immensely proud of my arrangement, despite my dad not being a fan of it. Even if the judges didn’t like it, at least I was proud of myself and my hard work.I left the hotel and walked to the convention center that was a block away. Since it was still early in the morning, it wasn’t packed, but it would be pretty soon. I grabbed coffee and began to wander through the gardens that had been created inside the convention center
After I got home from Los Angeles, I avoided going to my parents’ house for dinner for two weeks in a row. The first week, I said I was too tired and wanted to stay home. The second week, I lied and said I had too much work to do. By the third, my mom pretty much came to my apartment and dragged me to dinner.“You can’t sit in your apartment and wallow forever,” she said. “You got second place, sweetheart. That’s nothing to sneeze at.”I hadn’t felt all that inclined to tell her I wasn’t wallowing because of my loss. That was a very tiny part of this shit situation I’d found myself in. Losing fair and square would be one thing: I’d lost before, and although it sucked, it was the nature of the game.Losing because the guy who I’d fallen in love with had won by being a sneaky cheating asshole?That was something else entirely.I hadn’t told anyone what had happened down in LA, not even Anna. I preferred to believe it had never happened. If I brushed it under the rug, then it didn’t