red.”
“I bet,” John murmured. “A lot of red?”
“Oh yeah. My first real fight, and it wasn’t much of one. I really fucked him up.”
“So what happened next? Amber found out I take it?”
“She found out I beat him up, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell her why I did it. I don’t know why, I just.. I didn’t think it was my place. Not right away anyway. Later on, when I tried to tell her the truth, she freaked the fuck out and accused me of lying to cover my own ass.”
John frowned and shook his head. “Alright, I can see why that would be grounds to piss a girl off, but it’s not enough to hold a grudge.”
“You didn’t let me finish,” I chided, giving him a disapproving look. “She didn’t talk to me for our entire senior year unless she absolutely had to. It wasn’t until right before prom that word got out that the douchebag was still cheating on her, and by then I think she was so embarrassed about not believing me that she never even apologized.”
I trailed off as I lost myself in the memory of prom and everything that went down that night. I could hardly believe that it had been nearly eight years since the last time she had actually spoken to me.
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Eight years ago…
“ H ave fun , kids!” my mom called as she pulled the car away from the curb.
I turned to Amber with a hesitant smile and offered her my elbow, but she ignored the gesture. I could feel my cheeks burning from the sting of rejection as I followed her into the gym, which was all decked out with decorations for prom.
I immediately sought out my small group of friends and we lingered by the bathrooms for most of the night, secretly passing around a bottle of vodka and sneaking sips when no one was looking.
The night passed quickly enough and the prom court was called, Amber’s dumbass ex-boyfriend somehow managing to snag the position of king. My heart broke a little for her when she didn’t win queen, but I could see the tiniest hint of relief on her face that she wouldn’t have to share a spotlight dance with her ex.
“I’ll see you later, guys,” I said absentmindedly to my friends as I handed the bottle back and made my way across the gym.
When I reached Amber, she turned to me with a blank look, devoid of any emotion. “What do you want?”
“Do you want to dance?” I asked shyly, already knowing what the answer would be but wanting to try regardless.
Amber sighed. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Allen. People are talking about me enough already,” she bitterly added.
A light bulb went off in my head. “Then do you want to take a walk?”
She hesitated for a second before nodding. “Yeah. Let’s get the hell out of here.”
We walked side-by-side out of the gym and she called my mom from her cell phone, requesting that she come pick us both up. We decided to walk around the parking lot while we waited and I could feel my heart pounding hard in my chest as I tried to force out the words that were lodged in my throat.
“I’m sorry for not believing you,” she said, completely out of nowhere. “If I had listened to what you tried to tell me last year, I could’ve spared myself some embarrassment.”
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. He’s a piece of shit who doesn’t deserve someone like you.” Amber smiled at that and I felt encouraged by her reaction. “Amber, I need to tell you—”
“You know what’s crazy?” she asked, cutting me off. “The reason I didn’t believe you was because I thought you were jealous,” she admitted with a laugh and I felt a nervous chill run up my spine. “Leslie told me you had a crush on me and at first I thought she was full of shit, but when you beat up Don I thought maybe she was right after all. Crazy, huh?”
I cleared my throat awkwardly. “Yeah, crazy.”
“What’d you need to tell me? Sorry for cutting you off, I was just worried I’d lose my train of thought.”
I forced a smile onto my face and shook my
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