to ask.
There in the bathroom was the Cuntrag Crew, all back together. Presley, Brooke, Lindsey, and Sharice.
“Aw fuck,” I cried as I slammed myself behind a stall door.
“Margie? You okay?” Presley was the first to ask.
“No. But I will be.” I sniffed.
“We were getting stoned. You want some?” Presley offered, waving a joint under the stall door.
I sniffed again. “No thanks.” It didn’t work on me anyway, unfortunately.
“What, are we being nice to Margie now?” Lindsey sounded incredulous. “Just because she can kill vampires? That doesn’t make her any less fucking weird.”
“Get the fuck out,” Brooke commanded.
“What?” Lindsey said.
“You heard me. Get out. All of you. Out.”
“This isn’t high school anymore, Brooke. And I don’t have to take your shit,” Lindsey replied.
I heard a hiss and realized Brooke must’ve bared her fangs, and then I heard the clatter of heels on the tile floor.
“I’ll be outside if you need me,” Presley called amongst the clatter.
Which frankly surprised the shit out of me.
“I’m going to give you a minute to compose yourself,” Brooke informed me. “I’ll get you a soda from the machine and then we’re going to do this girl talk shit. Okay?”
“Okay.” I waited until she’d left and opened the door. From within the stall, I caught a look at myself in the mirror and, to my surprise, my eyeliner and the rest of my makeup had stayed in place. Wow. Ryder had loaded me up with the good stuff.
At least I didn’t have to worry about that.
When Brooke came back in, I was sitting on the floor with my back against the wall. I’d be lucky if I was able to get up, but I hadn’t thought about that when I’d flopped down.
She shoved a cold can of soda into my hands. “Looks like you’re getting the real Prom experience here. I’ve been to a few and someone always ends up crying in the bathroom. Usually more than one.”
“Well, that sucks.” I sniffed and cracked the can open. “I have to say, I think I was fine without it.”
She hunkered down in front of me, somehow managing to balance on sky-high heels and a tight-assed skirt. “Tell me what happened.”
When I didn’t speak, she continued, “Want me to go bite him?”
“Maybe.” I sniffed and managed a half-hearted smile.
“Want me to go get Lila Jean?”
“No.” I shook my head. “The last I saw her, she was dancing with Todd. I don’t want to mess that up. My shit that will still be the same shit tomorrow.”
“Well, then it looks like I’m all you’ve got.” Her voice was strangely gentle. Way nicer than anything I’d have expected. “So spill. Who made the badass Margie Majors cry?” She sat down beside me and took my hand.
I couldn’t help it, I clutched her hand and hiccuped, “My stupid husband.”
“How did he do that?” she prompted gently.
I was not going to tell her. Nope. No way I would bare my soul to Bitchy Booke, no matter how gorgeous she looked and how kind her eyes… “He doesn’t want me because I’m too much. Too strong. I don’t need him enough. He wants me to be some breakable delicate thing and I’m not. I never have been.”
“What a fucking waste.” Brooke pushed my hair back from my face.
Her fingers were cool and gentle on my heated skin. For a moment, I thought she was going to hug me, which on its own was something right out of a parallel universe.
Instead, she didn’t do that at all. She cupped my cheek, and wiped away my tears with her thumb—and then she kissed me.
Chapter Five
Holy fuck, did she ever kiss me.
It was like spraying kerosene on an already raging fire.
Yet, I couldn’t enjoy the moment for what it was. It felt good, and I wanted this, but why was she kissing me? What did she want from me?
I knew I should stop, I should pull away, but damn it, I didn’t want to. I only wanted to feel this.
It felt like I hadn’t been touched in so long. Or seen as a person with wants and needs. And here I was, making out with my insanely hot arch-nemesis drowning in desire.
Then I remembered what Presley had told me about her having an affair with Dallas.
That was the splash of cold water I needed to break the spell.
As soon as I put my hand between us, she pulled back, and we were both breathing heavily. Her red lips were swollen, bee-stung, and there was high color in