Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

not replying. She’s not even typing.
If none of us have dates, we’ll go together. I hesitate, my mouth dry as
my fingers hover over the screen. I’m going to say yes.
She sees the text but still nothing. That’s good, I guess. This is the reality.
If I’m not going with her, I’ll go with someone.
I wait another few moments, and I text again. We’re meeting up this
weekend to dress shop.
I toss the phone down, but it immediately rings. I stare at it, the pulse in
my neck kicking into gear.
Great. I answer, no time to say hello before she speaks. “That girl doesn’t
take a hint, does she?”
“This isn’t about her, and you know it.”
I know very well the shit she pulled with Megan was to scare her away
from me, and while I kind of like Clay’s jealous side, Megan’s not the issue.
“You don’t even want to go to prom,” she says.
“When did I say that?” I lower my voice so Lavinia doesn’t hear. “I’d
actually like to go. You’ll be with Callum anyway, so why shouldn’t I? You
thought I’d stay home, waiting for your call afterward when you’re ready to
have sex? When I’m good enough for that?”
But not good enough to be seen with? We don’t have to go together, but
that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t get to go at all.
Clay is silent for a few seconds, and when she speaks again, her tone is
quiet. “Please don’t go with them.”
“But you can go with Callum?”
“I don’t want to fuck Callum!” she shouts.
“And I don’t want to fuck Megan!” I fire back. “I never did!”
I breathe hard, wishing she was here, so I could fucking grab her and kiss
her crazy. Is she stupid? Does she not feel everything that happens between
us when I’m on top of her?
That it hurts to worry that she might go looking in Callum for what she
might not find in me?
I dip my head into the bulletin board on the wall, tears filling my eyes as I
hold the phone to my ear. “Do you have any idea…”
But I can’t say the rest. I pull my head up, blinking away the tears. It