Bad Boy Blues(8)

I bring two fingers together. “Maybe a little.”

She nods, as if she understands. “Grace says thank you.”

I smile. “Yeah?”

“Yup. Mr. Grayson was all red by the time he left. He couldn’t keep his hands off his crotch.”

Laughing, we high-five.

A few beats of silence. Then, “It’s really happening, isn’t it?” I swallow. “This isn’t a nightmare or anything?”

Tina shrugs. “I could pinch you, if you like.”

“I pinched myself a dozen times. So yeah, I think it’s real.” My elbows dig into my thighs. “I think he’s really back.”

I can feel it.

That’s the whole problem, actually. That I can feel it. Feel him.

I know he’s out there, in that ballroom that I almost broke my back cleaning. He’s probably mingling with people, namely his minions. He’s drinking, laughing, smirking like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

Like his coming back didn’t ruin everything.

Mr. Prince.

Is that what I’m supposed to call him now? While I strip his bedsheets and take out his fucking trash?

I nod. “What if he picks up where he left off?” I blurt out my biggest fear, wringing my hands. “What if he tries to do something… bad? Get me fired or something? What if I can’t get my house back? I have so much more to lose now. This isn’t prank wars or whatever.”

“Look, calm down. You don’t know what’s going to happen,” Tina explains, grasping my hands. “And you won’t know unless you go outside and face the situation. People say he’s visiting for a few days. Maybe he won’t notice you. It’s a big house. How many times have you seen Mr. and Mrs. Prince? Not many, I bet. Besides, if you keep hiding and don’t work the floor, Mrs. S will fire you anyway.”

I sigh. She’s right.

“God, I hate him.”

“I know. That’s all you ever talked about when he was here.”

“Well, duh. He freaking ruined every second of my life while he was here. He even ruined my prom.”

God, the prom.

The worst memory of my entire existence.

I was so happy that night. All dressed up in my navy blue skater prom dress with my leather boots. My make-up was all dark and heavy. I basically looked like a badass Cinderella ready to lose it. Her virginity, I mean.

I drove to school and waited for my boyfriend, Neal. He was new in town and from the south side and as soon as I saw his hipster glasses and suspenders, I knew he was my soul mate.

But he never showed up.

Instead of him, I got a text on my phone – typical of Zach and his minions – with Neal’s picture sucking face with a girl at a party at The Pleiades.

I drove to said party, and laid it to him. Not Neal. Zach.

I laid it to Zach. It was pretty shitty, all the things I said to him. But all of them were true.

“Well, you know, Neal didn’t have to go,” Tina offers.

I whip my gaze to her. “Don’t you think I know that? Of course I know that. Of course I know that Neal didn’t have to go. But the fact that he – Zach – invited him in the first place, bugs the fuck out of me, okay? He did it on purpose. They weren’t even friends. He did it to hurt me and because Neal was such an idiot, my first and only boyfriend was getting a lap dance from a girl who didn’t even go to our school. All on prom night.”

We’re silent for a few more seconds.

“I’m glad we stole all his suspenders.” Tina snorts.

I snort too. “Can you believe he had them in like, every color?”

“Oh my God. He had them in neon yellow, too.”

“Oh God, yes.” I laugh and look up at the ceiling, shaking my head.

“How could you go out with him, Cleo? Like, how?”

“I don’t know. I just…” I sigh. “I guess I just wanted to see what it felt like.”

“What?”

“Falling in love.” I swallow. “All I’ve ever done is hate him. Zach, I mean. All I’ve done is be angry and hateful. I just wanted to see what it felt like to be in love with a guy.”

“That’s fair, I guess.” She sighs too. “Are you ready to go back out there?”

I have no option but to nod and stand up. I can’t stay here all night like a coward. I need this job. I have a goal. I can’t let him keep me from that.

“Okay, let’s go.”

The party is happening in the ballroom, located in tower one.

The space is large and never-ending with high cathedral ceilings and vintage Victorian decor. Every corner is filled with intricate arrangements of flowers and tea-light candles. It’s super understated for me but whatever floats their boat, I guess.

I’ve been making rounds of the floor, serving champagne for the past couple of hours, and so far, I haven’t seen Zach.

I know he’s here, though. I know it. Somewhere, amongst all the slick suits and designer dresses, lurks the guy who’s haunted my thoughts ever since I met him.

A man sporting a tuxedo calls for me as I pass him and his group of friends by. I turn to them with my plastic fuck you smile in place and present them the tray. Without stopping their conversation or even sparing me a glance, they each pick up a flute.