"I love you," she whispered into Mike's ear as they slowly made their way across the dance floor. Mike gave Maggie a quick squeeze before guiding her into the hall.
"Punch?" he asked her.
"Sure. I could use a drink. As long as I don't spill anything on my dress."
It was their senior prom. Maggie wanted it to be the most memorable night for her and Mike, besides their honeymoon. (Of course they were going to get married. Just because Mike didn't know about it yet doesn't mean it won't happen.)
"Shellie! You look great!" Mike was complementing Shellie Baxter, his cousin. Shellie glanced at Maggie just in time to see evil eyes shooting daggers. She quickly looked away and walked into the bathroom. Some would say Maggie is obsessed with Mike and his every move. Mike refuses to believe it though. Maggie isn't the jealous type, or so Mike thought.
Maggie finished her punch and picked up her purse. "I'll be right back," she said to Mike, and after a quick kiss she turned away and walked into the bathroom.
"Hello, Shellie."
"Hi, Maggie. I love your dress. I saw one just like it, but they didn't have it in my size," Shellie was trying to create friendly conversation with Maggie. She was deathly afraid of her cousins girlfriend. Shellie was very protective of Mike, and ever since Maggie and Mike began dating she didn't trust her.
"All right, enough of your goody-two-shoes act. Stay away from Mike you slut. Don't even look at him. Got it?" Maggie was good at threats, Shellie already knew that after her best friend McKenzie was threatened constantly by Maggie when she hung out with Mike.
"Why? He's my cousin, Maggie. My cousin. Do I need to spell it out for you? We are family. Why would I do anything with him? That's just ... wrong."
"I've seen the way you look at him. You want him you little tramp." Maggie reached into her purse and pulled out a knife and in one swift motion she had Shellie up against the wall.
"Please. Maggie, what are you doing? Please don't hurt me. I'll stay away I promise." Tears were streaming down Shellie's face as she begged and pleaded for her life to be spared.
"You're just saying that. How can I be so sure? I really think I ought to leave you a reminder. Don't you?"
"No! Please don't hurt me, Maggie. Please! I get it, I'll stay away. I promise!"
"Ha! Don't you see, Shellie? The more you beg and plead the more I can see you are a fighter!" And with that statement, Maggie grabbed Shellie's arms and slit both of her wrists. As Shellie fell to the floor, Maggie left one long, jagged cut up Shellie's stomach. The pain was intense, but it wouldn't kill her.
"That's your last warning, bitch. Next time you won't be so lucky."
Maggie turned around and washed her hands and her knife, and carefully placed it back in her purse. She walked out of the bathroom as if nothing had happened, and she embraced Mike, kissing him passionately, letting her tongue explore every inch of his sweet mouth. She broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. His beautiful eyes. He gave her a hug, and they turned to go back out to the dance floor. Maggie saw a group of girls headed for the bathroom, and she had to think of something, and quick.
"Mike, let's go up to Look Out. It's so beautiful tonight. We can just look at the stars for hours," she suggested.
"I'm all for it! Let's go."
They headed out to the car, and as they drove away in Mike's father's Mustang convertible, Maggie heard the screams from the girls who just stumbled across the bathroom.