Prom Queen Geeks by Laura Preble

Author:Laura Preble
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2010-03-01T05:00:00+00:00

9

SILVER SCREEN SCHEME (or Fifty Feet of Celluloid Doom)

When you are alone with your girlfriends, a couple of things happen pretty consistently. First, you always gripe about the boys in your life, and if you have no boys in your life, you complain about that. The second thing that is most consistent is the presence of chocolate, preferably dark.

After Becca and Evie swoop into the yard and drag me up to Becca’s room, they shove me onto the bed. “Here,” Becca says, all business, as she tosses a heart-shaped box of truffles at me. “We already ate most of the good ones, but I did save you the coconut.”

I peer into the box. “You already took a bite out of it,” I observe, hoping I don’t sound ungrateful. It is, after all, chocolate.

“Well, how else would I know what it was?” Becca asks, clearly annoyed at my lack of understanding about her teeth marks on my candy. I eat it anyway.

“Fletcher brought you over,” Evie states.

I nod, unable to speak because of the gooey rush of sugar.

Becca sits on the bed beside me and picks a half-eaten nut thing from its stiff paper nest. She crunches into it, rolls her eyes ecstatically, and leans against a fluffy pink pillow. “Carl and I broke up.”

“Yeah, you just told me that. Want to give me some more details?” An orange cream calls to me, and I do not ignore it.

Evie sits down on the rug, sighing. “It was kind of ugly,” she says slowly, her Australian accent slightly flavored with the scent of raspberry truffle. “He came over this morning, apparently, and demanded to know whether or not Becca intended to buy a dress, and if so, what color it was.” Evie looks horrified, as if Carl had asked Becca to loan him a vital organ.

“And then,” Becca says, pausing for dramatic effect, “he informed me that he plans to wear a kilt to the prom. A kilt!” She shakes her head and reaches for another piece of chocolate.

As for me, I am totally unsure of why any of this is a crisis, and I wonder if maybe the two of them have gone into a diabetic hallucination or something. “And you broke up with him because of a Scottish skirt?”

“Well, it obviously wasn’t just that!” she spits. “He also told me that our Geek Prom was a stupid idea, and that he didn’t want to be involved, and that if I insisted on doing it, he’d never speak to me again.”

“Uh-huh.” Now, I’m not a big expert on guys or anything, and I certainly don’t know Carl really well, but I can’t really see him pitching a fit about anything, let alone whether or not Becca would or would not do something. “Is there more to it than that?”

“What do you mean?” Becca’s blond spikes poke at the wall behind her head as she stretches against the headboard.

“I mean, what led up to that part of the conversation?”

Evie, who has been studying me over the dark plastic frames of her glasses, speaks up.

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