"Hey, beautiful!" someone wolf-whistled.
I didn't look up. The call came from the congregation of guys in ill-fitting suits by the door. Unfortunately, that was the only entrance to the convention hall the school rented out for the night. It was prom. Hence the gorillas in the suits. I walked faster, wanting to get it over with. The guys were probably seniors. Football jocks. Jerks.
I let out a sigh of relief as I passed them by, but my breath hitched in my throat when somebody grabbed my wrist and turned me around. I lost my balance and fell onto a rock hard chest. A finger tipped up my chin as a pair of smoldering dark eyes met mine.
"Having fun, Ina?" a sardonic smile curved his lips. The light reflected from his carefully styled black hair, making a halo around his head, like some kind of an angel.
I shook myself mentally. I must be going nuts, comparing angels to Warren Carson. Irritated, I jerked my arm out of his grip. "Get off me!"
"Why don't you have a date, anyway?" an eyebrow shot up, his stupid smirk still on his face.
"None of your business." I turned on my heel and shot off. I can hear him and his friends laughing behind me. Jerks. Think they're such big shots. I plunked down on a chair, waiting for Kay. A waiter drifted by and gave me a glass of something. I thanked him and began drinking, watching the people dance around me.
I was miserable. It was three weeks since..well, since I slept with my ex. Warren's twin sister, Justin. Who, by the way,was going el pollo loco with a blonde who might as well had been naked for all the skin her dress showed.
I tore my gaze away from them and guzzled down the remaining drink, but nothing could erase the bitter taste on my tongue. Where the hell was Kay, anyway?
I set down my empty glass. Then a collective "Yieeeeeee" came from the dancefloor. Naturally, I looked up. I instantly regretted it.
The blonde had her tongue down Justin's throat. And Justin was kissing back. Enthusiastically.
I felt like puking. A part of my brain said, Get a grip, she's just your ex now for Chrissakes, but there was no arguing with my stomach. The stuff I drank felt like battery acid inside me. I stood and half-ran towards the exit, hardly glancing at the guys by the door. I stopped in front of a tree and leaned on it, breathing heavily.
"You okay?"
I didn't need eyes at the back of my head to know that it was Warren behind me. Lacking strength for a scathing remark, I settled for a nod.
"You don't look like you're okay," the oaf said thoughtfully.
I decided my strength was back. I turned and glared at him. "So why the hell ask, you dumbshit?"
He smirked. "Dumbshit, eh? I know why you ran out."
"Really? Go find someone who cares."
"You still love Jus." Was it possible for that smirk to go wider? I longed to punch him in the face. He looked so much like his twin that if I squint just right, I could imagine it was her. All the more reason to hit him.
"We're not together," I spat.
"Doesn't mean anything."
"I don't know how this involves you, but that means everything. Just go away, Warren." I walked past him, intent on getting out of his presence.
"If I were you, I'd want revenge," he said in a sing-song voice.
I slowly turned. "What if I did?"
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After a few sniggering instructions to his mates, Warren brought me to the men's bathroom. He lifted me up on the counter and settled himself between my legs, causing my blue dress to bunch up around the top of my knees.