Prom Problem
"Vergo, are you ready?" Rachelle asked, knocking on the bathroom door.
"Almost. What're you wearing?"
"I am wearing my black tank top with the fishnet on the collar and bottom, a plaid skirt with black thigh-high stockings, and my black Vans. What're you wearing?"
"My regular black tank top, black men's skinny zippered jeans, my black fingerless gloves, and black Converse." I walked out of the bathroom and hooked my arm in Rachelle's. "What do you think the boys'll be wearing?"
"Probably something formal." Rachelle giggled and we bust out laughing at the thought of the boys wearing tuxedoes and us showing up in our stuff. "That'd be so funny."
"What would be so funny?" John's voice broke our laughter and we stopped. Scott was wearing a white, short-sleeved button up and blue jeans with tennis shoes. John, well, he was wearing the usual for him. A black T-shirt, jeans with tears on the knees, tennis shoes, and a dust-covered hoodie.
"Nothing, John." Rachelle just smiled innocently at Scott, who smiled back at her. I smirked at John, he smirked back.
"I've got to go do something really quick, I'll be back." John said, striding away to a room. He went inside and I heard the door click.
"You guys go on, I'll wait for John." I told Rachelle and Scott, frowning. Rachelle read my mind and frowned too before walking to the cafeteria area with Scott on her arm. I walked to the door with no sound and leaned into it a bit. Two voices vibrated soundly through the door loud enough for my hearing to catch it.
"Are you sure you're going with the Vampire chick who always stayed downstairs?" An unfamiliar voice asked.
"Yeah. Where's the money? You promised you'd pay me if I got her to go to the Prom with me." John replied. I seethed inside. He was being paid to go with me? I pushed away from the door just in time for John to walk out and I made it look like I'd just gotten there. "I told you I'd be coming." I saw him shove the money and his hand into his pocket.
"Let's go, then." I snapped.
"PMS much?" I heard him mutter. We walked into the Prom together, but as soon as I found sight of Rachelle I darted towards her. Scott jumped slightly when I appeared beside him.
"Never do that again unless you're saving my life." Scott muttered.
"Sorry, Scott. Can I steal Rachelle really quick?" I requested, eyeing John as he looked around for me.
"Yeah. Ten minutes." Scott noticed my look and went to distract John.
"John was paid to bring me." I felt like crying, but I know I can't because I'm a Child of the Night. Although I'd only met him five hours ago, I was beggining to like John. I could tell he was a bad-boy, but I don't mind the image. I just like the fact I could sense compassion in his heart.
"WHAT?! Oh, no he didn't! Let me suck him dry!" Rachelle's violet-blue eyes were dark enough to be mistaken for black right now. I held her back.
"No. I'll ignore him for the rest of the night to see his reaction." I promised. She calmed down enough for Scott to return and see her eyes turn back to blue. I disappeared from them and appeared next to Logan. "Hello, Logan."
"Where's your Pyro date?" Logan took out a cigar and lit it, puffing a small cloud of dark smoke.
"I'm ignoring him. He was paid to take me here and I found out." I shrugged. "I still like him, though." John walked up behind me and wrapped a jealous arm around my waist.
"C'mon and dance, Vergo." John whispered suggestively in my ear. Logan caught it and grabbed his collar.
"No dancin' for you tonight, buddy. You hurt the lady already and we're going to the Proffesor's office now." Logan dragged him off. As they rounded the corner of the door, I saw realization dawn on John's face.
"She heard the payment." He whispered. I nodded, and he saw it.
