The Promposal by Sariah Wilson

Author:Sariah Wilson [Wilson, Sariah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kindle Press
Published: 2019-03-05T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

I tried to think through all the possibilities of who would have broken up with Trent on Ella’s behalf. Her phone had been found out in the football field, so it was possible the jocks had discovered it and thought it would be funny. Especially since Trent had so often been the targeting of their special brand of bullying.

It could have been Deacon. The tall, blond football player friend of Jake’s. Jake had mentioned a while ago that Deacon had a crush on Ella. The same guy I’d seen Jake talking to yesterday. What if he’d done it to clear the field for himself?

Or the cheerleading squad, who were constantly telling Ella to dump Trent and date someone better. Somebody like Deacon. Maybe they decided to take matter into their own freshly manicured hands.

Maybe it was some freshman or sophomore who was deeply envious of Ella and had decided to try and mess up her life.

But I had the sinking feeling that the person who did this was Old Scratch herself, Mercedes Bentley.

Problem was I didn’t know anybody in the police department so I couldn’t beg for a favor and get them to dust Ella’s phone for fingerprints. (Not to mention that Mercedes’s fingerprints probably wouldn’t even show up. Like how vampires don’t have reflections.) There was no way to prove my suspicions. And I could have been wrong. It could have been someone I hadn’t even considered yet. But my gut told me that it was Mercedes.

Jake called at our regular time. “Hey there, Mike Tyson. I was just calling to tell you good night.” His rich, masculine tone made me melt. His voice was almost as hot as his perfect face and body.

Did that make me shallow?

If it did, did I care?

He asked about my day, and I so badly wanted to demand he tell me why he’d gone to the hospital, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want him to know that I’d been following him because I intended to keep doing it until I had my answers. Until I figured out what he’d been up to and why he was being so secretive and distant. I knew I could have just asked him, but I was afraid he’d lie, or he’d push me away, or worse, he’d admit to everything, and then we’d have to break up.

I didn’t really want that to happen just before prom. Even if that did make me superficial.

The next morning Ella and I saw a big commotion right outside the school’s front doors. When we got close enough to see a man talking, it took me a minute to place him. He was Harrison Phillips, host of that reality show about bachelors pretending to fall in love after going on two dates. There were four women lined up and in formal gowns. I wondered if they were from the show.

Right next to the host stood Alan Feldstein in a suit and tie. He cleaned up nicer than I would have expected. He held a metallic pin shaped like a heart in his hands.

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