Lust - 1 (23 page)

She had a feeling she was going to need it.

When Kane had suggested that she and Miranda ride over to the dance with him, he hadn’t mentioned anything about the car—a limo. Sort of. It had a big backseat, al right, and a chauffeur up front, just like a real limo—but that was where the similarities ended. Kanes chariot of choice was a garish pink 1960s convertible, roughly the size of a boat, that made Harper feel like she was riding around inside a giant bottle of Pepto-Bismol. He also hadn’t mentioned anything about his date. And that, as it turned out, was a much bigger problem.

“What are
you
doing here?” Harper sneered as she climbed into the car and took a seat—right across from Kaia.

“Nice manners,” Kane chided her. “Didn’t I mention it the other day? Kaia’s my date.” He slung an arm around the ice queen, who was draped in a shimmery Anna Sui gown the color of emeralds. Even Harper had to admit that it was stunning—though not out loud.

“Whatever, let’s just get going and pick up Miranda,” she snapped. “We’re late.”

“Aren’t you going to say anything about our ride?” Kane asked. He gestured around the spacious backseat of the vintage convertible. “Limos are so—junior high prom. At least this has some style.”

“What do I think?” Harper mused, glancing disdainful y at the velour seats—hot pink to match the exterior. She raised a hand to her hair, which had been careful y smoothed back into an elaborate upsweep—thanks to the lack of a roof on the rose monstrosity, she’d probably arrive at the dance looking like she had a birds nest on top of her head. “I think I like your taste in cars about as much as I like your taste in women.”

“Classy, Harper, real classy,” Kane told her scornful y. Kaia, who had yet to say a word, just smiled and slid a hand onto Kane’s inner thigh. She leaned over and, eyes never leaving Harper’s face, whispered something in his ear.

Kane’s eyes widened, and they both laughed.

“My thoughts exactly,” he said, and began kissing her neck. As his hand grazed Kaia’s breast and her lips found his, Harper recoiled in disgust.

Classy, Kane, real classy,
she thought. It was going to be a long night.

Adam always looked handsome in a tux. With his broad chest and chiseled features, he looked like a film star from the fifties, ful of glamour and chivalry, ready to sweep her away on some elegant adventure. He gently pinned on a smal corsage—a delicate white rose—and she wondered how her eye ever could have strayed to someone else. Much less a teacher.

Al the stupid fighting—she’d come so close to losing him. Beth shivered at the thought.

“Are you cold?” he asked, tucking her silver wrap around her shoulders and rubbing his warm hand up and down her back.

Inside the house everything had been so loud. Her brothers running circles around them. Her parents hopping up and down, snapping pictures and fawning over Beth as if they’d never seen her in a dress before. But out here on her front step, it was quiet and dark. Just the two of them.

“I’m fine,” she assured him. “Let’s get going.” She was eager to get to the dance—and through the dance—because she had a surprise waiting for Adam at the end of the night.

The sooner it came, the less time she’d have to worry about it.

She’d never ridden in a limousine before, and when she saw the long black car waiting outside her tiny house, she stopped and closed her eyes, savoring the moment. Then Adam took her hand and they walked down the path together to the curb, where their carriage awaited. It was such a romantic, regal procession, under such a bright, starry sky.

Beth felt like a princess—and she knew it was going to be a perfect night.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” Adam asked, handing her a glass of champagne and leaning back against the seat of the limo. It had set him back a hundred bucks, but it was worth it for the look on Beth’s face. He owed her so much—she could never know how much.

“Only a couple hundred times or so,” Beth laughed, tucking a tendril of hair behind her ears and blushing. “But keep going, please.”

“Ravishingly beautiful. Awe-inspiringly beautiful,” he told her, moving closer. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. More beautiful than—” She kissed him, and he drank in the intoxicating feel of her.

It wasn’t just a line. She real y was more beautiful than he’d ever seen her—the pale blue of her dress matched the deep ocean of her eyes, and its silky material hugged her body, revealing curves that he hadn’t even realized she had. Her cornflower blond hair, usual y loose and flowing over her shoulders, was swept up into a loose bun, long tendrils framing her delicate face. And the way she was smiling—it was radiant, almost mysterious, as if she had some secret happy thought hidden away in the recesses of her mind. She was glowing

—and looking at him as if he was the one who’d made her glow. Even the way she held her glass, her long, slender fingers curling around the narrow stem—even that was soft, elegant, perfect.

She was perfect. And every time she looked at him with her loving, trusting eyes, he had to look away in shame. After al , every word out of his mouth was a lie, just pretty phrases designed to hide the truth. He could mean them al he wanted—and he did—but it wouldn’t change things. It wouldn’t change the one thing he could never say.

“Are you okay, Ad?” she asked, and he realized he’d been staring at her.

He smiled.

“Just thinking of what a great night we’re going to have together,” he told her. Another lie.

More lies piled up by the minute, and his skin crawled with the fear that everything was going to come apart. Especial y tonight—when he and Kaia, and worse, Beth and Kaia, were bound to come face-to-face.

“It’s going to be a wonderful night,” Beth sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder. “It’s going to be perfect.” Adam slugged back his glass of champagne and poured himself another—anything to get him through the night.

Perfect?

Unlikely.

Miranda jumped out of the car almost before it pul ed to a ful stop—it had been al she could do to restrain herself from jumping out miles ago, at ful speed. Between Harper and Kaia’s intermittent sniping and Kane and Kaia’s apparent inability to keep their hands off each other, the fifteenminute ride had felt like an eternity.

Now that they were final y here, she just wanted to get out and away as quickly as possible—and if she managed to avoid being seen emerging from Kane’s hot pink cotton candy machine, that would also be a perk. Though the way her luck was running, it seemed unlikely. Speaking of incognito—

“Harper!” It was Harpers hideously annoying sophomore clone.

“Miranda!” And her equal y annoying sidekick.

“Kane and Kaia!” they chorused. “Hiiiii!”

It was too late to escape. The two girls, dressed in identical satin slip dresses (Mini-Me in lavender, Mini-She in eggshel blue) tottered up to them on shaky heels. Their dates, two pimply sophomores who, in matching crew cuts and rented tuxedos, looked as identical to each other as the Minis (one was blond, one was brunette—they were otherwise interchangeable), trudged dutiful y behind them.

Kaia, Harper, and Miranda each nodded wearily at the fan club—Kane couldn’t even be bothered to do that much.

“Kaia, your dress is gorgeous,” Mini-Me gushed. “Where’d you get it?”

“Bitches-R-Us?” Harper suggested.

“Anna Sui, actual y.” Kaia glared at Harper. “Where’d you get yours, Wal-Mart?”

“That’s where I got mine, too!” Mini-She cried. She linked arms with Harper and leaned toward her conspiratorial y. “So, Harper,” she asked in a low voice, “where’s your date?”

“Oh, Harper and Miranda came together,” Kaia simpered. “Isn’t that adorable?”

Now it was Harper’s turn to glare. She extricated herself from the sophomore and moved quickly over to Miranda’s side.

“Are you guys, like, a couple now?” Mini-Me asked, eyes agog.

“No, no,” Miranda said hastily. God, this was just what she’d been afraid of. Worse, even. “We’re just—I—”

“We told our dates to go screw themselves,” Harper jumped in. She glanced at Kaia. “Not
everyone’s
self-esteem is dependent on testosterone.”

“Looking for some testosterone?” Kane asked, suddenly paying attention. “Why didn’t you say so?”

He grabbed Kaia and swooped her down into a dramatic dip, kissing her as her hair grazed the ground. The sophomores giggled and Harper and Miranda just shook their heads until final y he pul ed her up and took her hand.

“Wel , milady shal we away?”

And they walked inside, Mini-Me, Mini-She, and their unfortunate dates in hot pursuit.

“Suck it up, Rand,” Harper said, as Miranda’s eyes fol owed Kane’s figure into the gym. “You know he could care less about her—he’s just trying to be an asshole.”

“He’s doing a pretty good job of it,” Miranda admitted.

“Now see, that’s what I’ve been trying to tel you,” Harper pointed out. She grabbed Miranda’s arm and pul ed her forward. “Come on, let’s go find some real men. You ready for this?”

Miranda nodded and fol owed silently.
Here we go,
she thought gloomily.
Ready—or not
.

The high school gym had been transformed. A diligent team of party planners (cul ed from a joint task force of student council members, cheerleaders, and some devoted PTA moms) had hung enough multicolored leaves, paper lanterns, and “welcome back” banners to turn the place into an autumnal paradise. Could you even tel that beneath al those decorations lay a dirty, smel y, multipurpose room that, in two days, would once again be fil ed with sweaty students and the occasional fistfight?

In a minute.

It even smel ed the same, Adam mused, looking around in disdain at the tacky setup. He supposed al this crap was some girls idea of romantic—he was just glad it wasn’t anyone he had to date.

“Is her back turned?” Kane asked Adam, who was supposed to be on the lookout for the nearest chaperone. They stood in a back corner, just under the bleachers— the exact spot that, if the teachers had any sense at al , they’d be watching around the clock. Where else would you go to make trouble? Fortunately for would-be troublemakers, common sense was commonly absent among the Haven High faculty—or at least, those unsavvy enough to get themselves roped into chaperoning a school dance.

“Yeah, you’re clear,” Adam assured him. “Not that she’d see you.” (Dolores Martin, the school librarian, was about 140 years old and hadn’t been able to see more than ten feet ahead of her since the Nixon administration.) “What are you up to, anyway?”

“I told you, it’s a surprise,” Kane said mysteriously. “I’ve equipped everyone else, but I had to improvise.” He pointed toward one of the guys from the swim team, who was gulping from a plastic bottle.

“Vitamin water?” Adam asked, peering at the bottle.

“Yeah, new flavor—kiwi strawberry with a little something extra.”

“Extra?”

“Vodka can be very healthy for you, you know,” Kane confided with a laugh. “But for you, my friend, something special. A little more risk—but a lot more style.” He pul ed a tiny silver flask from inside his jacket and surreptitiously passed it to Adam. “Just don’t get caught.”

Adam fumbled the flask for a moment, then pushed it back toward Kane. He could see it now—the laser beam eyes of his AP history teacher spotting a glint of silver coming out of his pocket. Getting pul ed out of Beth’s arms and hauled off the dance floor in front of everyone. Thrown out, disgraced. Beth would certainly never forgive him for ruining her night over something so stupid. No, he had enough to worry about already.

“Doesn’t seem like a great idea,” Adam explained, as Kane shook his head and slipped the flask into one of his outer pockets. “Especial y the way my luck is going. Last thing I need is to get suspended for getting drunk on school property or something.”

“Your cal ,” Kane said rueful y. “Wel , I guess a man in love doesn’t need any other forms of intoxication. Speaking of which, I better go col ect my date before your beloved tel s her too many lies about me. Or worse”—he raised his eyebrows—“the truth.”

Adam fol owed Kane’s gaze across the room and, with alarm, saw Beth and Kaia in a corner, deep in conversation.

His heart missed a couple of hundred beats.

“Uh, you’re right, we better go break that up,” he stammered. Kane started off, but Adam grabbed him and pul ed him back.

“Changed my mind,” he whispered, slipping the flask out of Kane’s pocket and, checking to make sure no one was watching, downing half its contents.

He felt better already.

“So what did you need to tel me?” Beth asked impatiently, glancing across the room at Adam. She held back a smile as she thought about what they’d be doing later tonight. If he only knew. She just wanted to be with him—and away from Kaia, who’d pinned her in a corner for some mysteriously urgent reason that had evaporated as soon as she’d gotten Beth alone.

“Have I told you how great you look tonight?” Kaia asked sweetly.

“Thanks. Can you just tel me what was so important?” The DJ had just started a slow song. “Take My Breath Away”—a little cheesy, maybe, but one of Beth’s favorites. She wanted to be swaying back and forth to the melody, eyes closed, head on Adam’s shoulder. Not here.