Trials and Tiaras (Untouchable #7) - Heather Long Page 0,32
lips twitched as she focused on me. “I just threw up in my mouth a little.”
Laughter escaped. “Sorry, Rach, they are perfect.”
“Fine, fine. When do you want to plot this other person’s demise?”
“Maybe tomorrow?” I had plans that night.
Rachel grimaced. “Okay, I have a sort of date. I can cancel…”
“You will not,” I told her. “And what’s a sort of date? I thought I was the only one who ‘sort of’ dated?”
With a snort, Rachel shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. Chicks before dicks.” Almost as soon as the words left her mouth though, she made another face, and I couldn’t help grinning.
“You’re going to tell me about him.”
“There’s nothing to tell really, yet. I promise. We’re just…exploring the waters. Dipping a toe in, as it were.”
I raised my brows. “It’s okay if you like dick too.”
“Ugh. Says the girl with four of them to juggle and doesn’t let a little vag in on the action.”
Okay, I’d spent way too much time with Archie because I burst out laughing. “My vag sees a lot of action.”
That earned me a full-on smirk. “Details or it didn’t happen.”
“Bite me.” But we were both grinning.
“Bare it and share it,” she dared me.
Man, I loved Rachel. “You’re going to tell me, you know you will.”
“Maybe,” she said and toasted me with her coffee. “Or maybe I’ll make you beg for it.”
It was such an Archie line I choked on my own drink. “I’ll find a way to make you talk.”
“I can’t wait.”
Still, despite the ease of the morning, some of the good cheer fled as the day plodded on. The guys were in full-on “distract Frankie” mode. I had make-up work from the classes I’d missed the day before, and there was a lot of talk about the upcoming AP exams. How weird was it to be talking about spring break too?
At lunch, Archie showed me the notice for prom tickets going on sale with a smug little smile. The theme was cheesy as hell—fairy tale. Well, enchanted forest, but still. I definitely had a dress to go for it. Also, the nomination form for prom king and queen was up. Only seniors were allowed to be nominated.
“And I’m totally nominating you,” Archie announced, and I glared at him.
“Don’t you dare.”
“Anything I want, remember?” The look in his eyes, a cross between evil delight and playful tease, had me groaning.
“I love this idea,” Coop said with a laugh. “I bet we could drum up the votes, no problem.”
“Oh, you want votes?” Jake asked, phone in hand. “On it.”
I covered my face with my hands.
“Tell Rachel,” Ian said. “You know she’ll help.”
“I hate you all,” I mumbled, and Archie tugged my hands from my face and grinned at me.
“No you don’t.”
No, I really didn’t.
By the end of the day, fifteen people told me they’d nominated me for prom queen. Kill me.
After school, Archie kissed me soundly before dropping me off at the apartment and leaving with Jake again. “If I hear anything, you’re my first call.”
It had been twenty-four hours, not that I was watching the clock.
“Ditto.”
“Okay, tell me you’re not really annoyed with us for the prom queen thing,” Coop ordered me when we got to the studio. The walk in, he’d been radiating curiosity as he checked out everything.
“Not annoyed,” I admitted. “Not really. But do you have any idea how embarrassing it’s going to be when I have to go up there?”
“Not embarrassing at all,” Ian promised as he unlocked the door to the studio we used. I have to admit, my gaze went straight to the piano bench with a little shiver. “You’re going to be stunning. Everyone is going to look and see how beautiful you are, and they’ll do the speech thing and the crowning thing, and then you’re back with us and dancing.”
“Don’t I have to dance with the prom king?” Wasn’t that a thing?
“Only if it’s one of us,” Coop announced as he set my guitar case down. “Trust me, no one is going to push Jake at the dance itself, no matter who prom king. Besides, who knows? You could nominate all of us for prom king, then you’d be a queen with your court.”
The wicked chuckle that escaped Ian gave me pause. “There is the one benefit to being out at school. Everyone knows better now.”
Okay, I couldn’t argue with that, even if my face was hot. Thankfully, they let me off the hook, and Ian pulled out the music sheets while I unpacked my