are a witch don’t forget.”
Now, one more thing and Dana would be finished.
Becca drew a big spot on her nose and used other colors from her eye shadow kit to make it look as wartlike as she could.
“Okay, you’re all set.”
“Can I look?” Dana said, standing. It was hard not to laugh as she smiled, having no idea there was a big black dot on her face.
“Um, sure.” She really hoped Dana didn’t object. She still looked good, but hopefully with the green tinge and wart, she’d look at least a little less pretty than Becca.
But Dana just laughed when she looked in the mirror. “I look like a witch, that’s for sure.” Her smile ruined the ugliness.
“Come on, we have to go.” Becca turned and marched out of the bathroom. She dropped her things off on her bed, and they were on their way.
Tonight, Becca was determined to make everyone sure that Max and she were in love. She knew exactly how.
When she met him in the dining hall, she smiled broadly.
“You look very handsome.” Becca reached up and kissed him on the cheek.
Max smiled, too, and kissed her back. “You, too.”
“Although it’s kind of a vague costume. Who are you again, just anyone from the fifties?”
He looked down at his suit. “I guess.”
“If you weren’t wearing a fedora it would be impossible to tell.”
He laughed and put an arm around her. “Let’s go.”
They were stopped and asked to place their vote for king and queen at the door. Becca voted for herself and Max. She leaned over to him and saw that he was voting for Cam and Blake.
“What are you doing? Vote for us!”
“You can’t vote for yourself, that’s stupid.”
“Everyone is going to.”
“No, I’m not voting for us.” He laughed and dropped it in the box.
Her plan wouldn’t work if they didn’t win. She seethed quietly and dropped in her own ballot.
“Do you think we’re going to win?” she asked happily a moment later, squeezing his arm. “I hope we do. I really do. We are the cutest couple, obviously.”
“I wouldn’t get your hopes up, usually it’s a senior couple who gets it.”
“Well, I’m not giving up hope. Everyone knows we’re perfect together, so …”
Max was barely listening to her prattle on. But Johnny had caught her eye. She looked away quickly, and pulled Max on.
“God, Max, can you just stop?”
“Am I really the one that needs to stop?”
“What do you expect from me, to be standing by your side all night and never talking to anyone else? Seriously, Max. I can talk to other people. That’s what I was doing. Talking. I don’t see why you can’t trust me.”
Her heart was pounding. She’d been around the back of a column with Johnny. She’d known it was risky, but she couldn’t help it. Not that anything had happened. Johnny had refused, saying it was “wrong” or whatever. She couldn’t believe he was still saying it.
Every time she was around him, she wanted more and more to just end it with Max and find a way to be with Johnny.
Max shook his head and bit the inside of his lip. Becca knew when he was really mad. And he was getting there.
“This is so embarrassing, to be arguing outside the dance.” Becca sighed. She didn’t even care anymore.
“You know what you’re doing, Becca.”
She stared at him. “What does that even mean? Ugh, I’m not going to sit here and try to figure out riddles.”
“I realize you’re flirtatious. You flit around the party like the social butterfly you long to be so badly, charming everyone left and right. All I’m asking is that you stay away from Johnny, seeing as he’s my best friend, and that with other people you just keep your hands to yourself. You always take it too far.”
Becca tightened her jaw with resolve. His words had scalded her. The “social butterfly” she “longed to be so badly”? Was he serious? How dare he imply that she’s just some kind of desperate, friendless fool?
There was a pang in her chest as she hoped it was only Max who saw her that way.
“I do not ‘always take it too far.’” She repeated his words in a nasty tone. “And don’t suggest that I’m just some kind of jackass around Johnny. He flirts with me just as much as I do with him. God, it’s not like he just wishes I would back off him.”
She couldn’t bear the thought of Johnny hating when she was all over him. Max didn’t know what Johnny said when they were alone. And she couldn’t tell him.
“Are you serious? It’s just not okay to flirt with everyone around you all the time.”
“You’re so annoying. Just an insecure little boy.”
He didn’t freak out. He didn’t yell back. He just looked at her, and laughed.
Panic rose quickly in her chest. He couldn’t break up with her. She couldn’t let him. They were about to win king and queen. Maybe later she could end things, but not right now. Not right now.
“Something has to change.” His voice was emotionless.
“Max! Max, please!” She couldn’t get herself to cry, but she was really trying. She took his hand. He tried to pull it away, but she wouldn’t let him. “Look at me.”
She yanked his arm and gazed sweetly at him, working in as much worry and desperation as she could into her blue eyes. Time for the last resort.
She’d have to phrase it just right. “But … I mean, I lost my virginity to you … and now you’re just …” She looked as emotional as she could.
He froze.
On the inside, she smiled. Bingo. Yeah, she’d told him she wasn’t a virgin, just in case this sort of moment arose.
He sighed, and looked out to the great hall, clearly trying to decide what to do or think. “You said I wasn’t your first.”
“I didn’t mean to say that. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Shit!”
“Is that true?”
She paused. “Yes, it’s true.”
Max
