Abby McDonald - The Anti-Prom

He doesnt kiss me like that.

Thats the first thing I think when I find Kaitlin Carter getting to second base with my boyfriend in the back of our rental limo.

Followed closely by, Is she wearing any panties?

And then, Ew, ew, EW!

I watch through the open door in a daze. Kaitlin is straddling Camerons lap, kind of... grinding at him, her pinned updo thwacking against the roof in time to the rap track they have playing on the pimped-out stereo. I blink. A half hour ago, we were slow-dancing inside, my cheek resting against the crisp lapel of Camerons tux. Now, his jacket is crumpled on the seat beside them, next to her strapless bra and the stray lipstick I came back out here to collect.

I try to leave, but for some reason, I cant look away.

Shes unbuttoning his shirt now, as he gropes at every available inch of flesh. And Kaitlins dress provides plenty of it to grope. We hit every mall in a hundred-mile radius to find these dresses, but while my mom vetoed everything slit way up my thigh and down my chest, Kaitlin walked away with a clinging pink jersey thing that could probably get her arrested in some states.

Cameron sure appreciates the easy access. As I watch, his hands creep up her thighs, pushing the fabric higher, until

I reel back, freaked.

Make that third base.

Omigod, Bliss, where WERE you? Nikki pounces the minute I get back inside the country club. The DJ totally promised to play that song we love. Ive been looking everywhere for you!

I cant find the words, but Im lucky: Nikki is too high on prom to care. Not even pausing for breath, she drags me through the gleaming marble lobby overflowing with flowers and floating balloons. And Kaitlin totally ditched me, too! I know you guys are, like, BFFs or whatever, but this is prom! You should be hanging out with us. Bliss? Hey, earth to B! She snaps her fingers in front of my face.

Oh, yeah, sorry. I pause. Nikkis waiting, her forehead creased in a tiny frown, and for a moment I think about telling her everything. It would be all over this place in minutes no, wait. The way Nikki gossips, everyone would think Kaitlin had thrown an orgy with Cameron, the limo driver, and the pimply freshman valet before she even has time to pull that bra on again.

But just as quickly as the thought comes, I push it down again. Winding up the biggest scandal of the night is so not on my prom agenda. I was, umm, with Cameron, I tell her, arranging my face into a perky grin. You know, just getting some private time.

Nice! Nikki gives me this knowing look. But seriously, how hot do the guys look in their tuxes? They should make them, like, mandatory uniforms.

Right. I even manage a giggle. Anyway, Im here now. Lets party!

Linking my arm through hers, I head into the thick of the crowd. Its crazy out here: five hundred kids cutting loose on the dance floor in a flashing mess of formal gear and floor-length gowns. East Midlands High has always been famous for our prom, and this year is no different. The PTA started planning way back in the fall, throwing fancy dinners and auctions to raise funds, even when they didnt need it. Half the school district is so loaded, all it takes is a couple of fat checks and a few calls and voil! The exclusive country club is booked up for the night with uniformed waiters, armfuls of sparkling streamers, and a DJ flown in special from the East Coast by some seniors doting dad.

Tickets sell out so fast, they make it upperclassmen only, so when junior year finally came around, you can bet we were ready. I started looking for a dress in December, found the right shoes in March, and perfected my half-braided, tumbling hairstyle at the salon by the time Cameron finally asked me to go in May. It was going to be perfect.

It was supposed to be freaking perfect.

We finally reach the others, already staked out in prime position in the center of things, like always. Awesome! Nikki cries as the DJ switches to a new song, some club hit with a sexy dance routine. The rest of them squeal as well, flushed and happy like this is everything weve dreamed about. Nikki turns, clutching me with glee. Isnt this perfect?

So perfect! My cheeks hurt from forcing this smile, but I pose for the flash of someones camera, pretending like everythings just fine. And it is. Kaitlin can work her way through the whole freaking Kama Sutra with Cameron for all I care. This is prom. And like my mom always says, you remember prom for the rest of your life.

Four songs later, Im still trying to dance the disturbing memories right out of my mind when Courtney grabs my arm. By now, our careful outfits are beginning to come undone: her strapless turquoise dress is slipping lower, and her hair has fallen out of its bun. I watch her lips move, not able to make out a word over the deafening thump of the music. I cant hear you! I yell back.

Courtney mimes something, as if shes putting on lip gloss.

Bathroom break? I figure her out. OK.

Nikki grabs some of the other girls and breaks for the edge of the floor. I follow, numb. Maybe some air is what I need. I want to forget everything, but no matter how much I throw myself into the music, I still feel weirdly detached, like Im not in my body anymore. I should be crying, heartbroken over Cameron somewhere, I know, but for some reason, the tears wont come. I just picture them together, frozen in that guilty scene. His hands, her little breathy moans.

I feel something sharp start to form behind my rib cage, a fierce knot of resentment.

This is the best prom ever! Brianna declares, pushing through the door into the gleaming cream bathroom. As a reigning senior, she would know, which is why Courtney and Nikki just make noises of agreement instead of asking if its true that she spent the last one barfing in her pool house after getting drunk at the preparty. Bliss, do you have that mascara?

I silently hand it over. The others all crowd around the gilt-edged mirrors, carefully reapplying gloss and glitter, but I sink down onto the plush love seat in the corner, tired out.

So, gossip, Brianna orders, gazing at her own reflection. Theres got to be something.

I saw Patrick making out with Taryn, Nikki offers.

Brianna wrinkles her lip. From cheerleading?

No, the one with red hair. Remember, she cheated on TJ last year?

Theres a chorus of delighted Ew! and Skank! and for the first time, I wonder if theyd even take my side. It shouldnt even be a thing. I mean, Kaitlin and Cameron are the ones lying and cheating and stabbing me in the back here. But then I think of this senior girl, Melissa. She and Luke DiGeorge were like the old married couple of our group, until she found out that hed been texting Keisha Martin behind her back. She confronted them during lunch one day: a huge showdown in front of the whole school. At first, everyone was totally scandalized and swore they had her back, but Courtney was dating Lukes cousin, and Keisha hooked everyone up with tickets to the best events through her dad, and soon enough, she was totally forgiven. In the end, Melissa just kind of drifted out of our orbit. I dont even know if she came tonight.

I watch the girls gossip, chilled by the thought of everything I could lose. Ive worked too hard to get here get in to be edged out, just because my supposed friend couldnt keep her hands (or other body parts) off my boyfriend. But what am I supposed to do now: smile and let them get away with it?