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I see J.D., Ten, and Manny all sitting inside, snacking and drinking
sodas, but if I know Ten, there’s alcohol going on somewhere in here.
“Hey, why didn’t you guys come in?” I ask as I climb inside.
“A prom picture with four guys?” J.D. teases. “Think of what Lyla
would Facebook about that.”
Yeah, right.
But then the car door closes, and I dart my eyes over to see Misha
leaning down and peeking in the open window.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I’ll see you at prom.”
What?
He starts to walk away, and I stick my head out of the window.
“Misha!”
He turns around, walking backward, and I notice his truck behind him.
He must’ve driven here and the guys pulled up after. “Don’t worry,” he
calls, “and have fun. I’ll be there.”
I stare after him, completely confused. He’s taking the bag with him,
too. He’s not going to do anything without me, is he?
Dammit.
I sit back in my seat, frowning. Now I don’t get to walk into prom with
four men.
I feel the limo start moving, and I notice the inside is also silent.
Looking up, I see Manny, Ten, and J.D. all staring at me.
And then J.D. speaks up. “Who’s Misha?”
The Baxter Hotel is decked out when we arrive. White lights glow in the
trees and beautiful, turn-of-the-century lanterns flicker with small flames,