I was lost in a sea of taffeta and tulle, silk and satin piled up to my eyeballs. Lucy knew exactly what she was looking for in a homecoming dress—at least she thought she did—but everything she tried on didn’t seem to fit right, or didn’t look right, or something….
This was our second weekend of shopping, and the first one had gone much like this. I had managed to find my dress within an hour on the first day of looking, but Lucy Burk was having issues, and after six more stores, I was about to suggest she just close her eyes and randomly pick one when she surprised me and said, “Hmmm, I think this one might be the one.”
The pile of discarded dresses was starting to get to me, so I began to casually put them back on their hangers while she wasn’t watching. The changing rooms at this particular store were pretty big, and they had a bench inside them, which not only provided me a place to sit while she went through the st
I had to know one thing. “Who was it?” I asked Lucy, not even turning my head to look at her.“It doesn’t matter,” Lucy replied. “She doesn’t like him. She said no. She’d rather run her arm through a meat grinder than go to the dance with that pig.”My forehead crinkled together. Liam was a pretty popular guy. He was cute, a good basketball player, friendly. I couldn’t think of anyone who didn’t like him. Anyone at all. Except…. Suddenly, everything made perfect sense. “You?” I asked, turning to look at my best friend. Lucy didn’t even look up from the floor. “It was you, wasn’t it?” My voice didn’t sound accusatory or angry, just shocked.“I’m sorry,” she said again, her voice weak. “I don’t know why he keeps trying. I thought I’d made it clear to him I didn’t like him. At all. But…”&ld
I opted out of staying at Lucy’s that night, even though it probably would’ve helped take my mind off of the craziness. Instead, I went home and stared at my homecoming dress, trying to decide whether or not I should even go. Thankfully, we had not seen Liam at the mall, but I knew he’d be sitting behind me in history class Monday morning, and with only four more days after that until the dance, I didn’t know if it was enough time to get over it.Calling Cadence really wasn’t an option. She had enough going on right now. The last thing she needed was to hear my sorrows. I’d considered talking to my mom, but she had been so distracted since Cadence was shot and went off on her own, she probably wouldn’t even listen to me anyway. So… I called Elliott. I know it sounds dumb. Why would he want to hear about my problems with a boy in class? Unfortunately, he was really brief with his response, and when I hung up, I didn’t feel
Monday morning, I walked into SHS like I owned that joint, my head held high, my shoulders back, my nicest pair of jeans on, and I looked every person I passed in the hallway dead in the eye. If any of them had heard about Liam asking my best friend to homecoming, well they could rest assured I was over it. Done. It was such old news, it wouldn’t even be popping up on Facebook anymore, and we all know that’s pretty much just for old people.I was at my locker, getting my books for first period, when I heard someone clear their voice behind me. I turned, remembering to be assertive, and was shocked to see none other than Liam White standing behind me with his hands in his jacket pockets and a sheepish grin on his face.I stared at him longer than I should have to be so cool and finally asked, “Yeah?” in as nonchalant a voice as I could muster. What? Was he here to apologize or something stupid like that? Well, let him; that ship was already out t
The rest of my sophomore year went by in a blur. Spring break came and went. Lucy got her driver’s license, which was both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. She was not the best driver ever, but my mom let me start riding to and from school with her, assured that Mr. and Mrs. Burk had set the car not to go over a certain speed and the radio wouldn’t come on while she was driving. They’d bought her a BMW, which my parents said was outrageous, but they could afford it, and she looked so cute behind the steering wheel. The blue was a perfect match to her eyes.We finished our biology project and won a prize at the state contest. Emma says we should’ve gotten first, but Lucy and I were happy with third. I figured Em would write a protest letter, though if she did, she never told either of us about it.Lucy kept seeing Jason off and on but insisted they were not a couple. When we tried out for varsity cheerleading, he came to watch her, w
It all seemed a little odd to me. “Wait. Isn’t Eliza in California?” I asked. “Is that why you’re acting so weird?”“I’m not acting weird,” he protested. “Why would you say that?”“Something’s not right,” I replied. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. “Is Cadence in some sort of trouble or something?”“No, everyone is fine.” He shook his head at me like he thought I was overreacting. “I just… we’re working with some people, some shifty people, some people I don’t trust, and I just wanted to stop by and let you know, in case you heard anything, what was going on, that’s all.”My forehead was so wrinkled, I likely looked like a Shar-Pei. “Elliott, no one tells me anything except for you. Why would you bother to stop by and tell me this if it’s not a big deal?”He held my gaze for a
I don’t think I’ve ever felt as free in my life as I did that week at cheerleading camp. Being away from my family, from my phone, from the news, from everything, was refreshing. At night, I would close my eyes and imagine that was what 1998 must’ve felt like—nothing buzzing or ringing in the middle of the night. No texts, messages, posts, instas, nothing to worry about that couldn’t wait until I was darn good and ready to address it.Of course, it was also hard not to know what was happening. Elliott had me worried. While he’d left me on a “see you later” note, I’d replayed our conversation at least three dozen times, wondering if there was something going on he wasn’t telling me, like some sort of another sixth sense he had that told him there was danger in his future, but he wasn’t coming right out and saying it. I remembered him telling me on more than one occasion that there wasn’t much that could ki
While I attempted to formulate a response that didn’t include the question, “Why did you just change the subject?” I heard my mom say, "Lucy, thanks so much for bringing her home. You're such a good friend. I bet your parents will be so excited to see you, sweetie."I glanced over my shoulder at my friend who replied, "Oh, yeah, I guess I should be getting home. I’ll see you later, Cass. Call me.” I turned and looked at her, enough to let her know I would. “Bye Cadence. Bye… Aaron,” she muttered. “See you later Mr. and Mrs. F.” her eyes were still glued to Aaron as she fumbled for the door handle and finally made her way out of the house. I wondered if she was as worried as I was, but then, I hadn’t told her how odd the last conversation I’d had with Elliott was, so I doubted it.My mom and dad started asking me questions about camp, and I muttered responses to them while I strained to hear what m
I wasn’t willing to accept that answer, of course, and it sort of enraged me a little bit. If she wanted to continue to pretend, then I was going to push back. I shook my head at her, forging ahead. "Cadence, why do so many people you love die?"That question seemed to catch her completely off guard. "Ha!” she exclaimed, suddenly seeming emotionally exhausted. Cadence shook her head and turned away from me as she said, “If you had any idea how many times I have asked that question myself lately, Sis.... I don't have an answer for that, I honestly don't. I wish I knew..."She did know, though. At least, she had some idea. I wouldn’t have asked the question if I didn’t already know the broader answer. People she loved died because she was a vampire hunter. Vampires tend to kill people. But I needed to know what had happened specifically to Elliott. I remembered what he’d said about the titanium bullets, about hunters not being able to