Order Up by Katie Golding

Author:Katie Golding [Golding, Katie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2015-06-01T23:00:00+00:00

I check my phone again as I turn on my bedroom light when I get home at a quarter to one. There’s nothing waiting for me. I haven’t heard a word from Reagan since she drove out of the parking lot, not that I really expected to. At the same time, girl has withdrawal if she doesn’t text on a nearly hourly basis.

So all during my shower I tell myself she’s fine, that she’s probably still at the dance having a blast with her friends. Could be that she’s already asleep at Jessica’s. And that’s the moment, right in the middle of drying off, when I realize that she didn’t tell me anything about her plans for after prom.

My head whips up and my brow is furrowed in my bathroom mirror, because how did I miss that? My mind speeds as it goes over every conversation we’ve had about the subject. She told me how ridiculous the theme was that the seniors voted on, and how someone put her name in for prom queen, but she didn’t want to win because she’d rather it go to another girl who lost her sister in a car wreck a few weeks ago. Then it was a testy conversation about how all of her pictures for the video montage were of her wearing dance clothes, and I could tell she was frustrated about it, despite acting like she was brushing it off. I didn’t see the problem, but she confessed she felt it made her look like she had no identity other than being a dancer, and that was Grade A bullarky because she was also a kickass movie geek and comic book aficionado. Couldn’t really argue with that.

We talked about what time she was supposed to go over to Jessica’s so I knew when I could call her before she met up with everyone there. She sighed over how it was going to take forever to pose for probably a thousand pictures no one was ever going to look at except their parents. Of course Reagan then perked right up and said she couldn’t wait to retaliate by photobombing all the ones she wasn’t going to be in before their group went to eat at some Mediterranean restaurant. I remember laughing my ass off when she made me promise not to tell that she was planning on hiding a burrito in her purse, because she says Mediterranean food is just like Chinese food in the sense that she’s always starving again thirty minutes after she eats it . . . but nothing was said about the after party, or if she was going to one.

It’s not like I have to know where she is or who she’s with. She’s a big girl and her own person. But from what I remember, the main point of prom is to get drunk afterward while the booze flows as steadily as the clothes come off, and I’m racing to my bedroom, grabbing my phone again, and seeing it blank of any missed calls or texts.

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