Shift by Jeri Smith-ready

Author:Jeri Smith-ready
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Body, Substance Abuse, Performing Arts, Love & Romance, Alcohol, Drugs, Juvenile Fiction, Social Issues, Fantasy & Magic, Fiction, United States, Baltimore (Md.), Horror & Ghost Stories, Musicians, Supernatural, Mind & Spirit, Music, Ghosts, General, People & Places
ISBN: 9781416994084
Publisher: Simon Pulse
Published: 2011-05-11T03:50:05.437000+00:00

When did you get taller than your brothers?”

After three minutes of slow-dancing with Dylan—one hand on his shoulder and one in his hand, like people our parents’ age—that was the best conversation starter I could conjure up.

“I don’t know,” he said.

Silence fell again.

I considered pleading sore feet so we could stop. In fact, my brand-new shoes were chafing like crazy. Thank God I brought blister bandages.

But as I loosened my hold, I saw, not ten feet away, Zachary and Becca dancing, next to another sparkly fake tree. Their bodies were melded together from chest to thigh, her arms draped around his neck, her fingers playing with the back of his hair. They were laughing together, at ease in each other’s arms. Like something more than plain old prom dates.

Over Zachary’s shoulder, Becca caught my eye. Her smile turned sly and triumphant.

I wanted to run away more than ever, but wouldn’t give Becca the satisfaction. I twined my arms around Dylan’s neck. “That’s better.”

His eyes widened at the sudden press of my chest against his. He looked away quickly, but his Adam’s apple bobbed with tension.

People walking by did a double take at the sight of us, no doubt remembering Logan from when he went to Ridgewood before the Keeleys moved. Before bleaching his hair, Logan had looked a lot like Dylan did now.

My regret deepened. Only a total basket case would take her dead boyfriend’s little brother to the prom.

As the song ended, Dylan practically pushed me away, then looked at his watch. “It’s ten o’clock. Don’t you have to do something?”

“Crap!” I said, the way most people would say, Hallelujah! “Come with me.”

I hurried out to the hallway.

“Right on time!” Amy handed me a ballpoint pen and a thick roll of raffle tickets that looked no smaller than before. “Almost everyone is here, so you’ll be catching the stragglers, aka the drunks.” She picked up her purse. “Right now I am dying to dance.”

“So is Dylan. He’s a friend of mine.” I put extra emphasis on the F-word, then pushed him in her direction. He gave me a panicky look as Amy dragged him off.

I sat at the table, grateful for the solitude. Alone, I didn’t have to pretend to have a good time. I didn’t have to pretend to ignore Zachary and Becca. Or pretend I didn’t miss Logan more than ever.

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