It’s Prom Night!
“Somebody, please fu*k me!” yelled a girl across the room.
“Stop talking sh*t, Olivia! You sound desperate!” Another girl shot back.
“I am! Tonight is our graduation, and I’m still single!” Olivia explained, her voice rising in frustration.
“At least you’re not a virgin!” the girl retorted, rolling her eyes.
“Yeah, not like you! Single and haven’t been fucked yet!” Olivia countered, causing the girl to huff in annoyance.
“How come I sometimes don’t understand you? You’re my best friend,” she inquired, furrowing her brow.
“Because you love me as much as I love you, Miss Mariana Garrett!” Olivia declared with a cheeky grin.
Mariana shrugged off her closest friend’s playful jab, trying to maintain her composure.
“Hello, ladies!” A man approached, flashing a charming smile.
“Hi, Irish!” Olivia purred, and Mariana rolled her eyes, quickening her pace to escape their flirtation.
“Don’t put it there!” “Move it to the right!” a voice yelled from a distance.
A man turned around, spotting the three of them.
“Great job, guys!” he exclaimed cheerfully.
“Thanks, Ibrahim!” Irish replied, clapping him on the back.
“You know you can seek professional help, Ibi, whenever you plan your events,” Mariana said, surveying the mess around them.
“I know, I know! But leave some slack for this poor man here,” Ibrahim lamented, putting on a mock sorrowful face.
“Whatever!!” Olivia muttered, exasperated.
“Aren’t you guys running late?” Ibrahim inquired, glancing at the clock.
“For what?” Irish asked, feigning ignorance.
“Isn’t your prom tonight?” Ibrahim prodded.
“Yes,” Mariana replied uneasily, letting out a groan.
“What?” he asked again, raising an eyebrow.
“We’re too bored to go!” Olivia exclaimed, her tone dramatic.
“Seriously??” He exclaimed, eyes wide.
“Nooo! We’re just kidding!” Olivia laughed.
“We came here to report to you before skipping the prom!” Mariana added, smirking at Olivia’s antics.
With that, they left Ibrahim to finish up his event preparations.
Mariana’s POV:
Yes, that’s how angels look—beautiful, elegant, hot!
Let’s leave, Mar! Before Olivia walks her sexy legs over here to kill you for being late, I reminded myself as I stepped out of the house.
OTC: Hello, Mar! What the fuck are you doing? - Olivia muttered on the other side.
Have you arrived? I asked, half-expecting her to summon me.
Yeah. Just 5 minutes ago!
Okay, I’ll be standing right before you in the next 5 minutes!
You had better be! Bye.
Bye…
She sounds horrible when she’s pissed. After a few minutes, I reached college and stepped out of the car, searching for Olivia.
Where is she?
“Hello, Mar!" A girl from my batch yelled. I smiled and gave her a side hug.
“Have you seen Olivia around?” I asked, breaking the hug.
“Yeah! She was standing near the back of the parking lot!” she responded.
"Thank you so much. You all go ahead; I’ll see you inside," I said before practically running in my pencil heels.
There she was! Standing like a sexy little devil in front of her black Porsche. As I approached, our eyes locked, and I felt a mix of admiration and exasperation.
“What the hell took you so long?” Olivia erupted like a volcano.
“I’m only a few minutes late!” I defended innocently.
“Are you? You wasted my valuable ten minutes,” she retorted, crossing her arms.
“Fine! By the way, you look hot. Boys are going to have a hard time tonight!” I added, trying to lighten the mood.
“Really?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes, girl!” I replied enthusiastically.
“I know! I look terrific. Let’s get started!” She grabbed my hand and dragged me along as I chuckled at her sassy act.
As we got closer to the entrance, Olivia began scanning the crowd.
“Who are you looking for?” I asked curiously.
“Obviously, Irish!” she blurted out, her cheeks flushing as she realized what she’d said.
“I had a feeling! When did you start liking him?” I probed, genuinely curious.
“No, I didn’t! We all worked together and attended the same college. That’s why I was looking for him!” she insisted, feigning innocence.
“Olivia, please! I’ve been your friend for seven years. I can spot your lies!” I said playfully.
“Fine! My crush on him began when he first joined our group,” she confessed, finally giving in.
“Even if I despise him, I’m glad you’ve found someone you like!” I said cheerfully.
“Really?” she asked, surprise flickering in her eyes.
“Yeah! I love you, so as your best friend, I can at least pretend to fancy a guy. I will always respect your choices,” I replied sincerely.
“I love you too, Mar!” she said, pulling me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling a rush of warmth.
We were so caught up in our sisterly moment that we didn’t notice the real devil glaring at us from the side.
“But I have a feeling he already likes someone!” Olivia remarked as she broke the hug.
Before I could respond, the devil spoke up.
“He does!”
We both turned toward the voice. “KIM?” we shouted in unison.
“Yeah! Me. He likes me because he’s my boyfriend,” Kim claimed with a smirk.
“Who said that?” I demanded, irritation creeping into my voice.
“Do you not have eyes, Mar? Can’t you see we’re always so close?” She shot back.
I shot her a hard look. “First and foremost, you are nothing to me! So don’t even think of calling me Mar! Second, he’s so close to every other girl in the college!”
“You…” Kim started, but Olivia cut her off.
“Ahh…ahh… Don’t raise your voice at her! And as for Irish, I’ve never seen him show any interest in you. So stop talking!” Olivia snapped.
The tension escalated as they began to argue. Kim claimed Irish as her own, and Olivia firmly opposed her. The two of them started to bicker like children.
I interrupted before their childish antics could escalate further, reminding them that it was up to Irish to decide who he wanted.
Frustrated, I left them to their petty squabble and made my way toward the girls’ locker room.
As I walked, I felt the unsettling sensation of someone following me. I paused and glanced over my shoulder, but there was no one there.
Turning back, I collided with someone, losing my balance in my high heels. Just as I was about to fall, strong arms wrapped around my waist, steadying me.
“Are you okay?” a voice asked, filled with genuine concern.
I was so taken aback by the sudden contact that I didn’t recognize the voice at first.
I pushed him away, breaking free from his embrace. “YOU!” I yelled, frustration boiling over.
He grinned at me, an amused look in his eyes. “I’m guessing you want to say THANK YOU!”
I laughed dryly before retorting, “I, Mariana Garrett, would say, Irish Donavan, thank you, my ass!”
He rolled his eyes, about to say something, but I shoved past him, sprinting toward the locker room. I needed to escape, to find a place where I could breathe.
Inside the locker room, I grabbed a book and headed upstairs, seeking a quiet spot to read.
I walked into a room filled with nerdy students who had chosen to study rather than attend prom.
When I asked if I could join them, they shot me judgmental glares before reluctantly letting me sit.
Just as I settled in, a guy approached from behind, and I turned around, only to find myself inches away from his face.
I felt my cheeks flush red.
