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Chapter 34
“Luis,” Sheridan laughed nervously. “You’re staring. What? Do I have something on my face?” Luis grinned at her. “As a matter of fact,” he said. Reaching his napkin out and wiping the corner of her mouth. “You do.” Oh god. You just can’t do anything right today, can you Sheridan? “Relax,” he said in a low voice. “It was just pizza sauce. Very nice look for you,” he teased. He loved how she got so embarrassed around him. It was too adorable. “And how long has it been there? You’ve been staring at me for almost half an hour now.” “Oh…only the last five minutes,” he admitted. Her mouth hung open in surprise. Only the last five minutes. That meant…
“Hi, Ms. Crane! Mr. Lopez-Fitzgerald!” Luis groaned inwardly. “Reese,” Sheridan smiled. “What a pleasant surprise.” Reese grinned at her and pushed his glasses back further on his nose unconsciously. “So…it’s true,” Reese said with a knowing smile. “You two ARE hot and heavy.” Reese didn’t have time to duck before Sheridan spit her soda out in shock. Luis couldn’t control his laughter. Reese took his glasses off. Squinting. And cleaned the dark liquid off his lenses. “Oh Reese,” Sheridan apologized. “I’m so sorry.” “It’s okay,” Reese waved her off. Beating a path out of there. “Luis! You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“It’s one of the things I lo…like about you,” he quickly amended. Sheridan’s heart leapt to her throat. Did he…was he about to say…”Oh,” she said softly. “Come on,” Luis said suddenly. Slapping a few bills down on the table and grabbing her hand. Pulling her forward. “Luis? Where are we going?” she asked. Out of breath from trying to keep up with his long stride. “The park? Luis…why the park?” “Shh,” Luis said. His voice laced with amusement. Placing a finger on her lips. “I…” “Sheridan. Just trust me. Okay?” “Okay,” she said softly. Nodding her head.
The Lighthouse. He’s taking me to the Lighthouse, she realized with a smile. Following him as he led her up the winding stairs. “Luis,” she gasped when they reached the top, and she saw the crests of the waves. The sun setting in the horizon. “It’s so beautiful,” she said in awe. “Yeah…it is,” Luis breathed. Not taking his eyes off her. “Thank you for bringing me here,” she said. Turning to face him. Laughing as the wind whipped her hair about her face. Her laughter died in her throat when she saw the way he was looking at her. “I’m going to kiss you now, Sheridan. Is that alright?’ Alright? Alright! Do you even have to ask? Please do, she thought. The blood rushing in her ears as she opened her mouth to say…
“Yes,” she said breathlessly. After another mind-blowing kiss. From yours truly. That’s it, Sheridan. Admit defeat. You ARE falling in love with the man. And there’s absolutely nothing you can do to stop it. Luis laughed at the expression on her face. “Speechless again.” “Argh!” she screamed in frustration. “You love torturing me, don’t you?” “Why yes, I do,” he teased. “You are too easy,” he chuckled. Wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. “Why did you bring me here, Luis?” ehe asked curiously. Several minutes later. Nestled safely in his arms.
“I wanted to show you something that I love. Help you get to know me better.” A smile played on her lips as she said, “Tell me more about yourself, Luis.” I want to know everything, she thought. But didn’t say. “Well…” he laughed. “I’ve lived in Harmony my entire life. With my family. I went to Harmony High. Did reasonably well.” “Reasonably well,” she scoffed. “Luis…I work at Harmony High now. I’ve seen all the trophies and plaques with your name on them. Reasonably well my ass.” “And what a fine one it is…ouch…sorry. You set yourself up for that one,” he laughed. Resting his chin atop her head. And staring out at the ocean below.
“What do you want in life, Luis?” “The same things everybody wants, I guess,” he sighed. “A house of my own one day. Filled with children,” he grinned. “And a beautiful wife who loves me just as much as I love her. There’s more, of course. But you get the picture. And you? What do you want out of life, Sheridan?” The same things as you. “A family of my own. Love,” she said wistfully. “That’s all?” “That’s all,” she said softly. Pinning him with her blue gaze. “Why so surprised, Luis? All I want are the simple things. I’d give every cent of the money I have up for the happiness I’ve dreamed of my whole life. Every cent.”
“You would, wouldn’t you?” he asked. Cupping her jaw in the palm of his hand. And coming to a not-so-surprising realization. The funny feeling he got in his chest…the way his heart literally soared at the sight of her beautiful smile…it was the beginnings of love. “Yes,” she said simply. Her eyes fluttering shut as he leaned closer and closer. Sighing with pleasure when his lips touched hers gently. His fingers threaded through her hair. In a heartbeat, she thought. Sinking deeper into him. In a heartbeat.
Chapter 35
“Oh my goodness, Whit! I can’t wait ‘til they announce the results for Homecoming Queen! I just know I won!” Theresa squealed happily. “Can you imagine, Whit, how beautiful I’ll be with that tiara on my head?” Whitney bit her tongue. What good was it going to do anyway? “Whitney!” Theresa shrieked. Whitney winced. “What?” she asked hesitantly. “What is it now, Theresa?” “I forgot all about the Homecoming Dance,” she rushed. “Oh my…what am I going to do? What if Ethan isn’t able to make it?”
WHAT are you talking about? “Ethan? Theresa,” she sighed. “Ethan’s 24 years old. I’m sure the LAST thing he wants to do is attend a HIGH SCHOOL Homecoming dance. Besides…what about Gwen?” Theresa just giggled. “Gwen’s not invited, Whitney. This is MY night. She’ll…she’ll just have to get over it.” “I don’t know why I even bother,” Whitney groaned. “You’re hopeLESS.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” Kay smirked. Popping up from out of nowhere and making Whitney jump. “You know, Whitney. I always did wonder how you’ve stood her this long. Aren’t you afraid for your life?” Kay said. Cringing as Theresa shoved the girls’ bathroom door open. Totally catching Jenn off-guard. “Oh my god! Oh my god! My nose!” she screamed in horror. “You broke it, dimtwit! Amy warned me about you,” she glared. Moaning pitifully. And hurrying down the hall to the nurse’s station. Her nose high in the air.
“I’m sorry,” Theresa said sheepishly. “Did you see that, Whit? I didn’t break her nose. She walked into the door all by herself,” she said with wide brown eyes. “Puh-leaze,” Kay rolled her eyes. “If you’ll excuse me. I’m not wearing the proper protective gear,” she deadpanned. Maybe you’re on to something, Kay, Whitney thought. This time Theresa plowed poor Principal Reid over. “Um…Miss Lopez-Fitzgerald,” he stammered. “I’ll be on my way now.” Theresa, she wanted to say. Even the Principal’s afraid of you. It was a lost cause. You know…in one ear. Out the other. Or maybe it got lost in what was apparently vacuous space.
“Hey, Whitney,” she heard a voice call. “Your pops is looking for ya,” Chad grinned. “Says it’s important.” Thank you, she said. Lifting her eyes skyward. Even SHE needed a break sometime. “Thanks, Chad,” she smiled. Chad’s eyes followed her form until she disappeared through the doors at the end of the hall. “Oh…oh…oh,” Theresa squealed excitedly. Jumping up and down. “I know that look,” she gushed. “You’re in love with Whitney, aren’t you, Chad? This is so wonderful! We’ll have a double wedding! No…wait…make that a triple wedding. I just KNOW Luis is going to marry Ms. Crane!,” she bubbled.
What the @!#$%^@?!?! Chad didn’t know it was possible for someone’s face to be so…animated. “Girl…what are you smokin’? ‘Cause it must be some pretty good stuff.” “Huh?” Theresa asked cluelessly. Then continued. Full steam ahead. “Theresa! Theresa! Slow down. Take a breath. I’m…not…in…love…with…Whitney,” he said slowly. “Girl…you are TOO much,” he grinned. Theresa’s brown eyes widened. “Oh, Chad. I had no idea you felt that way about me,” she said. Laying a gentle hand on his arm. “But Chad…the ONLY man for me is Ethan. I’ll just die without him. I’m so sorry to break your heart like this. But it’s better you know now,” she said. Before leaving him there with his mouth hanging wide open. He chuckled under his breath. Priceless.
“Hi, Chad,” Ms. Crane said brightly. Passing him in the hall. “You are never going to believe this,” she laughed. “Jenn Foster had to drop out of the Homecoming race because she broke her nose.” Wonder how she got that, Chad wondered. Grinning despite his best efforts not to. “Too bad. Good thing she didn’t see the results yet. She won. But…her loss is Theresa’s gain.” “Man,” Chad laughed. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” “Uh huh,” Ms. Crane laughed. Her blue eyes sparkling. “It’s really amazing. Theresa had the second largest number of votes. 289 of them. Everyone else is too close to call. Won’t she be surprised? See you later, Chad. Mr. Reid wanted me to announce these over the intercom.” Surprised. Hah! The girl was going to go crazy. Although…it could be debated that she was already halfway (who was he kidding? she WAS there) there. No debate needed, he realized minutes later when the results were announced. And the ONLY sound heard was Theresa’s voice. “YES! YES! THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR VOTING FOR ME! YOU PICKED THE BEST PERSON FOR THIS PRESTIGIOUS HONOR!” Followed shortly by a voice distinctly Kay’s. “I GIVE UP! HARMONY REALLY IS THE TWILIGHT ZONE!”
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“Mama!!! Guess what!” Theresa bubbled excitedly. “Wh…” “I WON HOMECOMING QUEEN! ISN’T THAT SO EXCITING!” “Ack!” Kay yelled. “My ears are bleeding. Somebody SHUT her up. Please. For the love of God. I’m begging you.” “TERROCITA!” “Oh my…did Pilar just call her own daughter…Miguel! She did,” Kay laughed. “Ouch,” Kay grumbled when Ms. Crane gave her a sound pinch on the arm. “What was that for? You know…you owe me big time for making me ride in the back seat with that twit. In a convertible no less. She had her head hanging out the side like a dog. You didn’t have to endure her whining about swallowing a damn bug. Well…if she hadn’t had her mouth wide open in the first place…” “Okay. Okay,” Ms. Crane said. Holding her hands up. “I’m sorry. If Pilar says yes to Theresa borrowing one of my nieces’ dresses for the dance, you can go along and pick one, too. Fair enough?” “Jewelry, too?” Kay bargained gamely. “A dress would be fine,” she said quickly.
“Sheridan,” Pilar said gravely. “Is what Theresita says true? Did she REALLY win Homecoming Queen?” “Mama,” Theresa squealed. Grabbing Pilar’s arm and squeezing the circulation out of it. “Don’t you believe me? I would NEVER lie to you.” Kay smirked when Ms. Crane’s golden brows shot up comically. “Yeah…like I believe THAT for a millisecond,” she muttered under her breath. “It’s true, Mama,” Miguel answered for her. “I saw the results myself,” Ms. Crane smiled nervously. Pilar’s arm almost looked…blue. “Well…I guess she does need a dress to wear. Are you sure…” “Pilar,” Ms. Crane said warmly. Practically wrenching Pilar’s arm from Theresa’s grasp and holding her hands in her own. “They won’t mind. They’d love to help out.” “Maybe Theresita should stay here. And you can pick something out for her.” Not a bad idea, Sheridan thought. It WOULD be safer that way. Against her better judgment, though, she said, “It wouldn’t be as special,” she said. Cringing inside when Theresa jumped for joy. What was she getting herself into?
“Wouldn’t be as special, huh?” Kay grumbled. “I’m NOT sitting in back with her again. Miguel…you do it.” Miguel grinned at them. “Can’t. Football practice. Other plans.” “Ugh! You! You’ll regret this,” Kay muttered. Stomping her foot in disgust. “Kay,” Ms. Crane placated. “She can sit in the back by herself.” “I’m ready, Ms. Crane,” Theresa gushed. A huge bag slung over her slender shoulder. “Um…Theresa? What’s with the bag?” “Oh, this?” Theresa smiled. “That’s my make-up bag. I have to do the full make-up to get the full effect. Don’t you think?”
O..k..a..y, Sheridan thought to herself. “Psycho Revlon Reject. No wonder she sleeps all the time in Lit class. Her eyelids are too heavy. Come on,” Kay encouraged. “You know you want to laugh. Go ahead and do it. She’ll never know you’re laughing AT her.” Sheridan bit her lip to the point of pain trying not to. But she couldn’t help the burst of hysterical laughter that blind-sided her when she saw Theresa gagging in the rear view mirror. “Hey Theresa,” Kay sneered. “You really should try out for the next Survivor. God knows you’ve eaten enough bugs today alone,” she finished. Mumbling under her breath.
“Would you look at her? Skipping. I think Pilar dropped her on her head when she was a baby.” “Kay,” Sheridan said. Shaking her head. “Never mind,” she said quickly. In what must have surely been a once in a lifetime occurrence, Julian had answered the door. And he was currently leering outrageously at Theresa. “Something about you looks familiar,” he grinned. “Julian,” Sheridan warned in a low voice. “This is Theresa. She’s a STUDENT at Harmony High.” “Jailbait,” Kay piped up. “Catwoman,” he exclaimed in shock. “Catwoman?” Kay mouthed. “Long story that I am NOT telling you,” Sheridan said. Ushering her inside.
“Theresa! Are you okay?” “Wow,” Kay said sarcastically. “What is that? A 2 second record?” “I’m alright, Ms. Crane. Really I am. I was just…” Looking at that new picture of Ethan. And Gwen. “Gwitch,” Theresa said in a low growl. “What did you say?” Sheridan asked incredulously. It sounded like one of two things. Neither of them good. “Oh, nothing, Ms. Crane,” Theresa said all doe-eyed. “My arm still itches sometimes,” she supplied. Frantically clawing at her arm. “Um…Theresa,” Kay smirked. “Wrong arm there, Einstein.:” “Ow. I’m going to report you to the proper authorities. Seems you take great pleasure in causing me physical harm.” “You wouldn’t dare,” Sheridan bluffed. Blue eyes flashing. “Would I?” Kay teased. Dark eyes sparkling with mischief. “AH!!!” “Theresa!” they exclaimed in unison.
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“Gwen,” Sheridan apologized. Red-faced. “I am so sorry about what happened in there…I had no idea…” Gwen laughed. “I don’t think anybody knows what that girl in there is going to do next, Sheridan. Stop beating yourself up. How were you supposed to know she’d waltz into Ethan’s bathroom like that? I’m just glad Ethan wasn’t in the shower with me.” Sheridan laughed nervously. She didn’t buy Theresa’s story that she slipped on the wet floor and grabbed the shower curtain to keep from falling. Although…”So…they’re in there trying on Ethan’s sisters’ dresses. Alone. Does that thought not scare you?” “A little,” she admitted with a smile. Theresa was working on Kay’s LAST, frazzled nerve.
“Ms. Crane,” she heard the younger girl call out in a voice filled with irritation. Peeking her dark head out the door. “You better come quick. The Terror has struck again.” “Terror?” Gwen laughed. “Where do you come up with this stuff?” “Dunno,” Kay shrugged. Stepping into the room. “Wow!” Gwen breathed. “I think you should pick that one. You’re going to knock some lucky guy’s socks off.” “Really?” Kay asked. Twirling around self-consciously in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. “Really,” Gwen said. “In fact…I think I have the perfect earrings to go with that dress,” she said. Walking over to Ethan’s armoire and rifling through a small jewelry box on the top. “Here,” she smiled. Presenting the pair of earrings to Kay. Kay snatched them greedily from her hands and fastened them on her earlobes. “You’re right. They ARE perfect. Thanks,” she smiled.
“What’s going on in there?” Gwen said with a nod of her head. “Oh,” Kay groaned. Throwing herself on the bed beside Gwen. “Spinderella ripped one of those expensive gowns in two. Can you believe her? She stepped into the dress—didn’t bother slipping it over her head—and ripped it down the middle. Did I mention she’s a klepto, too? Yeah…the klepto klutz. Keeps stuffing little ‘mementos’ into that two-ton make-up suitcase of hers.” Gwen snickered helplessly. “Stop. Stop. I can’t hear anymore of this. I’m never going to be able to look into her eyes again.” “She HATES you, you know. Thinks of you as an obstacle in the way of her destiny. Which according to Termite is to marry Ethan, suck him dry, and have a mansion full of filthy bubble-brained kids.” “It’s just a crush,” Gwen sighed. “Whatever,” Kay muttered. Either this chick was blind. Or she was way confident in Forrest Junior’s wuv.
“Sheridan,” Gwen said in a relieved voice. “Everything okay?” Sheridan sighed and plopped herself down on the bed between Gwen and Kay. “Well…Amanda didn’t like those dresses too much anyway.” Gwen arched a brow at her curiously. “Destroyed. Completely and utterly destroyed,” Sheridan informed her. “Where IS Ethan, by the way?” she asked. Resting her weary blond head on Gwen’s shoulder. “At the office. He should be here by now…Ethan,” she said happily. Jumping to her feet and hugging his neck. “How was your day? How was work?” “Okay,” Ethan grumbled. “Aunt Sheridan? Why are you,” he paused. Casting a wary glance Kay’s way. He couldn’t quite pinpoint it. It was all a little too foggy. But he seemed to remember something to do with her, a camera, and red high heels. “What are you doing here?”
“Ethan!” Theresa squealed. Sprinting…well, Theresa fashion, of course—through the open door. Arms wide open. “Does he look like a deer caught in the headlights or what?” Kay smirked. “I bet his feeble brain is sending off signals to run.” “Theresa,” Ethan said slowly. Catching her before she fell. “Figures,” Kay mumbled. Sometimes I wonder…nah. NO ONE would purposely act THAT stupid for an imbecile like HIM. “Oh, Ethan,” Theresa bubbled. “It’s FATE. You caught me. You’re my hero.” “Ugh!” Kay groaned. Rolling her eyes. “Girlfriend standing right here.” Theresa ignored her. Staring at Ethan dreamily. “Somebody get her into therapy. NOW,” she hissed. Stalking out of the room. “I can’t watch any more of this.” I don’t think I can fight the urge to slap some sense into her any longer. “Theresa,” Sheridan said. Trying desperately to interrupt the weird moment. Could she be anymore obvious? If she were Gwen…Well. You’re not Gwen, Sheridan. Oh god. Did Ethan HAVE to be so clueless? “Theresa,” she repeated again. “I think that dress looks lovely. You should definitely pick that one. What do you think, Gwen?”
“Definitely,” Gwen said in a low voice. Studying Ethan curiously. “Do YOU like it, Ethan?” Theresa asked demurely. Ha! Demurely? “Y-Y-Y-esss,” he stammered. “It looks very…you look nice,” he gulped. “Oh thank you!” Theresa gushed happily. “Then you WILL be my date for the Homecoming Dance. Ethan, you’ve made me SSSSOOOO happy,” she twittered. Skipping…more like tripping—down the hall. Argh, Kay thought. Dodging her and glaring at Mr. Crane as he leered at Theresa. “What are you looking at, you dirty old man?” she sneered. Theresa did have her dress tucked into her pantyhose But still... Sticking her tongue out at him. “Ugh! The nerve!” she exclaimed. Appalled when he stuck his tongue back at her. “Take my advice,” she whispered in Gwen’s ear. “Dump him. NOW. I have the PERFECT man for you.”
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“Oh my…Simone. Would you look at that? She looks like friggin’ Medusa! All those rollers in her hair. Well…at least she didn’t wear the fuzzy slippers. Wait a minute! She did! That girl is nuts! Simone…” Kay said in a hushed sarcastic tone. “I’m beginning to wonder.” “About what?” Simone asked boredly. Staring off into space with a dreamy smile on her face. Chad was going to DJ the dance tonight. She couldn’t wait. She didn’t care if she didn’t have a date. Who needed one when they could watch him all night? “I think Theresa’s really an alien from Mars. You know…a hybrid between those icky aliens Sigourney Weaver blasted and ET. Must have got her looks from the Reese’s pieces lover.” “Kay,” Simone rolled her eyes. “Could you lay off of her just one day?” “And why would I do that?” Kay asked in astonishment. “She makes it sooo easy for me. She supplies me with all the ammunition, Simone. It’s not like I have to dig up things from her mysterious past. The girl reads like a Dr. Seuss book.” Simone giggled. Theresa as the Cat in the Hat.
“Here she comes,” Kay whispered. “Miss Air-head America,” she crooned. “She probably voted for herself 289 times. No one I’ve talked to has admitted to voting for her. They’re all afraid of her. I bet you twenty bucks she hyperventilates when they crown her at the game tonight. If I were you, Simone…just bring a helmet. You might need it,” Kay laughed evilly. “I know I’m bringing mine. See you later, Simone. I have something very important I have to do,” she said. Walking down the hall to meet Miguel. Simone sighed when Kay’s face fell upon seeing Charity. Her best friend was going to get her heart broken. Those two…you never saw one without the other. Especially lately. She pulled her French book out of her locker and headed on to class. Smiling at Ms. Crane in the doorway.
“Miguel,” Kay smiled. Totally ignoring Charity. “I was wondering…you know how we always go to the Homecoming Dance together…” Miguel grinned at her, and Kay felt her heart flutter in her chest. “Do you want me to…” “Sure, Kay,” Miguel interrupted. “You and your date can meet me and Charity at my house. I taking Charity to meet Mama.” “I’d love it if you and Reese came with us, Kay,” Charity said sweetly. “You two make such an adorable couple.” “Reese,” Kay choked. “Yes, my Sugar Plum,” Reese said on cue. Scaring her out of her wits when he wrapped his arms around her. “Ow,” she grumbled. Rubbing her head. “I can’t wait. You’re going to be so beautiful, my Darling Kay,” Reese grinned. Leaning forward for a kiss. “Aww,” Charity sighed. Kay had the sudden urge to hurl. “Reese,” she warned. Holding a hand over her mouth. “I think I’m coming down with something. Don’t want to give you my germs,” she said. Rushing off to French class. She really was going to be sick. Miguel and…Pollyanna?
“Kay,” Ms. Crane said softly. Taking her aside halfway after class. “Are you feeling okay? You haven’t said one word the entire period.” “Oh yeah,” Kay muttered. “I…you wouldn’t understand. You got the guy you want eating out of the palm of your hand. Mine doesn’t even know I’m a girl. Or that I have a pulse.” “Kay,” Sheridan said gently. “That’s not true. Miguel most definitely knows you’re alive. And that you’re a girl. He just…he just sees you as a friend. His best friend. He still loves you.” “Not the way I want him to,” Kay whispered. Sheridan hugged Kay’s shoulders. “Miguel isn’t the ONLY boy on the planet. You have lots of guys interested in you, Kay Bennett. You’re just too focused on Miguel to see it. And you have one very, very sweet guy in particular at your beck and call.” “Reese?” Kay scoffed. “Too Urkel-ish.” Sheridan laughed. “Reese is not that bad. He adores you, and he has a good heart. He does go a little overboard,” she admitted. “But I think if you gave him half a chance…Kay…just know he isn’t always going to be there. Don’t be so quick to push him away. You’ll never find out how wonderful he can be,” she said. Jessica’s face in her mind’s eye. She gave Kay a friendly pat on the shoulder. “I have to go make a phone call. Think about what I said. Okay?” “Okay,” Kay grumbled. “Reese? Ms. Crane…you’re so twitterpated you can’t see straight,” she mumbled. Grabbing her book bag and rushing out the door.
“AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!” Oh great. As if my day could get any worse. “Oh my goodness! I broke a nail!” Theresa shrieked in sheer panic. “This is all you fault,” she cried. Trembling at the horror of it all. “I have to look perfect for Ethan tonight. And now I won’t,” she wailed. Good grief, she thought. An evil idea forming in her head. “Theresa,” she said in a falsely sweet voice. Barely containing the urge to shudder. All she needed now was a lollipop to stick in her mouth. “Don’t cry. It’s alright. How can Ethan not think you’re the most beautiful girl in the world? ‘Cause we all know it’s true, don’t we?” Theresa’s face brightened into a ridiculous smile as she nodded her head. The rollers in her hair bobbing up and down. “And you know what? Don’t worry about the chipped fingernail. EVERYBODY wants to be like you, Theresa. BE you. You’ll start a new trend. Come on,” she said. Offering her a hand. “I’ll help you fix your make-up. You don’t want everybody to see you looking like a raccoon, do you?” Theresa jutted out her lower lip and shook her head. Taking Kay’s hand. “There, there,” Kay said softly. Rolling her eyes as she led Theresa inside Ms. Crane’s empty classroom.
Ten minutes later, she leaned back on her heels. Pleased as punch at her work of art. She slyly slipped the blue, red, and black permanent markers back in her book bag. “I’m finished,” she announced. “You can open your eyes now, Theresa.” She always did think Theresa would make a good clown. She already had the bumbling part down. “How do I look?” Theresa bubbled. Her smile making her look all the more absurd. “Fantastic, Darling,” Kay drawled. “The envy of the entire school.” “Oh, thank you!” Theresa giggled. Throwing her arms around Kay’s neck exuberantly. Oh, you’ll be thanking me alright, Theresita, Kay thought. Biting her lip to keep from laughing. Ah. I needed that, she thought. Jumping down from Ms. Crane’s desk. Scribbling a quick note she knew would make Ms. Crane blush a deep red as soon as she saw it. She threw her head back in the air and cackled deviously. The woman might just have a heart attack. Maybe she should…nah. Where was the fun in that? Ms. Crane was strong. She could handle it. She’d just have to hope she wouldn’t kill her before the Dance. Miguel…eat your heart out, she thought with a smile. She was going to show him. And by the end of the night…he’d leave sweet little Chwarity flat on her face.
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“No, Mom,” Kay whined. “You absolutely cannot be a chaperone.” To Simone she hissed, “The last thing this party needs is my mom. The June Cleaver wannabe.” Simone giggled. Grace cocked her head to the side and smiled at the two girls. Shaking her head. “It’s too late. I already volunteered. I even made a tomato soup cake for you guys. I know how much you love it.” Simone couldn’t stop the involuntary shudder that ran through her body. “Dad,” Kay said desperately. “Uncle Hank!” she cried when he walked into the living room. “Tell Mom.” Hank grinned at his niece cluelessly. “Tell Mom what…Ow! What was that for?” he grimaced when Kay stomped the heel of her shoe on his foot.
“The reason she can’t be a chaperone at the Homecoming Dance.” “Because…” “Mom,” Kay said sweetly. “They already have enough chaperones. Don’t they, Uncle Hank? That’s what they told you when you volunteered.” “What the…um…yeah. That’s EXACTLY what they told me, Grace. And I’m sure Sam wants all that DEE-LIC-EEOUS tomato soup cake to himself. Right, Bro?” Hank grinned wickedly. Slapping Sam’s shoulder on the way out the door and ignoring the daggers his big brother was shooting his way. “Wait up, you guys,” Jessica called. Scurrying out the front door. “You forgot me,” she mumbled. Racing to catch up to the trio.
“You owe me big time,” Hank said as he strode alongside the two girls. Jessica nipping at his heels. “Come on, Uncle Hank,” Kay grinned. “I think YOU owe ME.” Hank stuffed his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket and looked at her curiously. Kay groaned. “Which is worse? Your autopsy reading death by tomato soup or spending a few hours with a bunch of hormonal teens? Besides,” she grinned. “I have someone very special I want you to meet.” Hank’s brown eyes lit up with interest. “Oh yeah,” he said. “Is it a woman?” Kay rolled her eyes. “Who did you think I wanted you to meet? Yeah, it’s a woman. Never mind. I understand. Poor little Uncle Hanky hasn’t been on a date for a very, very long time,” she teased. “I’ve been on dates,” Hank blustered. But Kay wasn’t buying it. “Don’t worry, Uncle Hank,” Jessica said sweetly. “We all know you’re a great guy,” she consoled. “Stop…” “We’re here,” Kay breezed. Knocking on the Lopez-Fitzgeralds’ door.
“Come in,” Luis said distractedly. Tugging at the neck of his suit shirt in annoyance. “Whoa, Luis! Going all out, Buddy. For a Homecoming Dance?” “He wants to look nice for Ms. Crane,” Theresa sniffled. Hank did a double take. Kay couldn’t fight the gigantic smile that tugged at the corners of her lips when she saw Theresa and was reminded of the fiasco at the game earlier in the evening. There Theresa was. Bubbling with excitement. Practically jumping up and down, in fact. When Mr. Crane announced her as this year’s Homecoming Queen. And made a FATEful slip-up. Calling her Ms. Tammy Faye…er, Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald as last year’s queen crowned her. Theresa stopped mid-hyperventilation. Her brown eyes widening like saucers. And promptly passed out when she saw her reflection in her trophy. “Why the funeral shroud? Is that like a new thing at these shindigs?”
Simone and Kay burst into raucous laughter, and Luis couldn’t help but smirk at his best friend’s remark. Pilar threw her hands up in the air. “MIJA! It’s not that bad. Really. The lights in the Youth Center will be dim and…” Whitney stared at her feet. She didn’t want to give Kay the satisfaction of seeing her smile. The doorbell rang again, and Kay threw the door open. Certain she would come face to face with Miguel. All decked out. Instead she saw…REESE. “These are for you,” he grinned. His glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. She took the crumpled bouquet from his hands and handed it to Jessica. “Thank you,” she said between clenched teeth. “Jessica…put those in some water for me. Reese, you didn’t have to,” she said. Cringing as her eyes took him in. In all his powder blue glory. Great, she thought. He plucked those flowers right out of Mrs. Doolittle’s front yard. And…this was the real kicker…he looked like Brainy Smurf.
“Knock, knock,” a voice called from behind him. And Kay smirked when Luis nearly killed Reese in order to reach Ms. Crane’s side. “Wow,” he mumbled in disbelief. “Wow…you look…you look…” “Good grief!” Kay exclaimed. Crossing her arms across her middle. “Spit it out! She looks like a million bucks. That’s what you wanted to say. Right?” Sheridan’s lips twisted into a smile as she smoothed her hands down the skirt of her dress. “You look beautiful,” Luis whispered in her ear. Placing a gentle kiss on her cheek and making her shiver in delight. “How did you ever find a dress to match the color of your eyes?” Kay held a finger to her throat and pretended to gag. “Real original, Buddy,” Hank laughed. “Like you haven’t used that li…Hello,” he whistled. “Who is that?”
Sheridan gave him a funny look. “I hope you don’t mind, Luis. I brought Ethan with me. And Gwen took your advice. She volunteered to be a chaperone at the dance tonight.” Ethan produced another bouquet of roses. This time pink roses. “These are for Theresa. Where is she?” “I’ll go get her,” Whitney volunteered. “Kay,” Simone whispered. “Ms. Hotchkiss is definitely checking your uncle out.” “Yeah…she is, isn’t she?” Kay smirked. “I knew she wasn’t completely stupid. Chalk her being with Ethan up to temporary insanity, Simone. Looks like Phase I of my plan is off to a great start.” “OH, ETHAN!” Theresa said breathlessly. Momentarily forgetting her woeful appearance, she raced across the room and launched herself into Ethan’s arms. Oblivious of her audience. Oblivious? Ha! Well…the point could be argued she was ALWAYS oblivious. “You look so handsome!” she gushed. And nervous. And fumbling. And like a dumbass, Kay’s brain supplied. Where was Miguel? “Miguel just called. He said he and Charity would meet you at the dance. Now hurry along,” Pilar smiled. “They’re waiting for you.” Oh yeah, Kay thought. Slipping out of Reese’s reach. This party was off to a great start already. Well…she’d just have to fix that, wouldn’t she?
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“Chad…I LOVE what you’re doing with the music,” Simone gushed. “Thank you,” Chad grinned. “It’s…it’s…I LOVE this song.” “Simone,” Kay hissed. Grabbing her best friend by the elbow. “Stop it! You’re scaring me. Another…forget it. I give up. Join the Stupid Females of Harmony Club. Theresa will probably let you share presidential duties,” she muttered. Simone turned back to Chad with a silly grin plastered on her face. “I just LOVE to dance,” she rushed. Eyes closed. “Wanna dance with me, Chad? Chad? Chad? Hey,” she said disappointedly. “Where’d he go? Ms. Crane…did you see where Chad went?” Sheridan shrugged her shoulders. “Chad Harris…you went to get me some punch, didn’t you?” she squealed. Hugging herself in excitement.
“Oh Miguel,” Charity sighed. “Thank you so much for inviting me. I’ve never been to a dance before,” she said shyly. “You’re welcome,” Miguel smiled. “I wouldn’t want to ask anyone but you.” “Gag me,” Kay grumbled. Watching the pair in disgust from a dimly lit corner of the Youth Center. “I feel like I’m stuck in a Leave it to Beaver nightmare.” She adjusted the spaghetti straps of her gown. So far things were NOT going as planned. Not at all. However…it was kinda fun watching her uncle make a play for Ethan Crane’s girlfriend. Oh boy did he need help, she thought.
“So…,” Hank grinned. A sparkle in his brown eyes. “Would the lady like to dance?” Gwen fought the uncontrollable urge to laugh. “In these heels?” she smirked. She might as well have been Lady Liberty. She towered above the guy. “Are you calling me short?” Hank gasped in mock offense. Gwen let loose a very unlady-like snort. “Short doesn’t even begin to describe it. But I have to give you credit where credit is due. You’re persistent. Alright. I’ll dance with you if you promise you’ll stop hounding me about it.” Hank grabbed her by the waist and twirled her out into the dance floor. “Ready Ginger?”
“Yo, Whitney.” Whitney’s brown eyes lit up, and Theresa gave her a very knowing smile. “Theresa…don’t you even say it. Don’t you dare,” Whitney warned. Before turning around. “Hi, Chad,” she said demurely. Chad held his hand out. “Luis is taking care of things while I take a break. What do you say? Dance with me?” “I…I don’t know,” Whitney said uncertainly. Her eyes darting around the room. What if Simone saw her? “She’d love to,” Theresa bubbled. Shoving Whitney forward. Chad caught her by the waist, and Whitney lost herself in his eyes. “Um…we better go dance now,” Chad whispered.
“Jessica…have you seen my Sugar Dumpling?” Jessica’s blue eyes twinkled as she fixed Reese’s crooked bow tie. “I think she went to the ladies’ room.” “Oh,” Reese nodded. “She must really have to go. This is her 5th glass of punch,” he said. Eyes comically wide behind the black frames of his glasses. “That’s a lot of punch,” he laughed. Jessica smiled at him. Her 5th glass. Kay had yet to take a single sip of punch tonight. That was just an excuse to avoid the awkward boy in front of her. “Forget the punch, Reese,” she said. Taking the glass from his hands and setting it on the table beside her. “Let’s have fun.”
“Oh my god,” Sheridan giggled as she watched Reese and Jessica out on the dance floor. If that was Kay…Kay would crawl under the nearest rock and die. Where was Kay? Kay was forgotten as soon as she felt his breath on her neck. “How would you like to show them how it’s done?” She twisted around in his arms and floored him with a brilliant smile. “A little salsa…a little rumba…maybe even a tango or two.” “Luis,” she whispered. Batting her lashes at him playfully. Toying with the collar of his shirt. That simple touch electrifying his senses. “We can’t do that,” she laughed. “We’re the chaperones. And besides…I don’t think I can control myself once I’m in your arms. Strange things happen to me.” “Oh really?” he said with the utmost interest. Wrapping his arms around her waist. “What kind of things?”
“Get a room, why don’t you?” Kay rolled her eyes in passing. Sheridan’s cheeks flushed bright red when she spotted Suzie across the Youth Center. Giving her a thumbs up sign. Then she laid eyes on Theresa and Ethan. “Theresa seems to have forgotten all about the little ‘incident’,” she said in wonderment. Luis followed her gaze to the couple on the dance floor. His little sister was all over Ethan Crane. He shook his head. As far as Theresa was concerned, nothing else mattered. Ethan Crane was her whole world. Who really cared if she looked like the Grim Reaper’s bride? Come to think of it…his little sister kinda reminded of a certain killer doll with her makeover. “I can’t believe Gwen’s taking this so…so calmly.” “Ms. Crane,” Luis laughed heartily. Crooking his finger out in front of him. “I’d say Gwen is otherwise occupied.” Sheridan gasped for air between belly laughs. “Oh he’s bad. So bad,” she wheezed as she watched Hank trample on Gwen’s feet. “Looks like they’re giving Reese and Jessica a run for their money. Some party, huh?” “Some party,” Luis smiled. His eyes never leaving her. Some party indeed.
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“So,” Kay teased. “What do you think?” “About what?” Gwen huffed. Rubbing her sore feet. “Ouch! I think my toes are broken.” Kay cackled deviously. “You know…” “No, I don’t know,” Gwen grumbled. But Kay didn’t miss the tiny smile. The twinkle in her eye. “Yes, you do. Tell me. Have I succeeded? Have I cured you from your bout of temporary insanity? Come on,” Kay whined. “He’s…he’s an uncoordinated goof. But…he’s kinda cute,” she admitted grudgingly. Kay flashed her a mega-watt smile. “Cute,” Hank whispered to himself. “Brad Pitt cute? Ben Affleck cute? Say it. You think I’m drop-dead gorgeous.” Gwen rolled her eyes. “Puppy dog cute,” she smirked. Hank’s mouth hung open. “Puppy…puppy dog cute? You think I look like Lassie?” Gwen hobbled over to the refreshment table. “No,” she grinned. “What’s the name of that dog in that movie with Tom Hanks? Him. You definitely look like him.” Kay smiled. Way to burst Uncle Hank’s bubble, Gwen.
She poured herself a glass of punch and scanned the dance floor. Jessica and Reese were still at it. Good. Little sisters were good for something, after all. She didn’t want Reese stuck to her like flypaper. “Oh! Kay! Why aren’t you out there dancing?” Kay bit her lip to stop from shouting what she really wanted to say. ‘Because you’ve suddenly become Miguel’s Siamese twin!’ “Um…Reese is a little bit busy right now,” she said sadly. Staring at her feet. She heard Charity whisper something to Miguel. And she had to bite her lip to contain her grin when she felt Miguel’s hand on her shoulder. “Kay? Kay, would you like to dance?” Yes! Yes! I’d like to dance! “You don’t have to dance with me because you feel sorry for me, Miguel. I’m okay. Really.” “Kay Bennett…I didn’t ask you because I felt sorry for you. I asked you because I want to.” Her dark eyes sparkled at him. And if Miguel hadn’t inherited ALL the stupid genes Theresa didn’t have, he would have seen once and for all that his best buddy loved him. It was like a flashing neon sign. Kay took Miguel’s hand with a sigh. Oh well…nobody ever said she loved Miguel for his I.Q.
“Dance with me.” Whitney’s head snapped around, she found herself staring into the blue eyes of none other than Chris Hall. “Excuse me?” “I said dance with me,” he repeated. Pulling her free from Chad’s arms. Whitney jerked her arm free and glared at him. “No thank you,” she spat. “I already have a wonderful partner,” she said. Smiling rather shyly at Chad. “You heard the lady,” Chad smirked. Pushing Chris backwards. “She don’t want to dance.” Whitney sighed in relief when Chad led her away. To a quiet corner. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome,” Chad grinned. “Hey…would you like something to drink? I’ll be right back.” Whitney’s eyes were glued on his every move as he walked away, and she sighed happily and closed her eyes. Maybe…
“OH WHIT! IT’S SO WONDERFUL! ETHAN IS SUCH A GOOD DANCER! I CAN’T WAIT TO DANCE WITH HIM AT OUR WEDDING!” Whitney’s eyes popped open, and she groaned in frustration. The whole school didn’t just hear that. Did they? “Theresa…Honey…do you have to be so…” “So what, Whit? In love? Lucky? Gorgeous?” she giggled. Whitney bit her lip to the point of pain. Gorgeous? Ha! Her best friend kind of reminded of a toy soldier at this moment. She remembered the glee in Kay’s eyes at the game earlier when half of Harmony had been scared out of their wits. She was sure…”WHITNEY! YOU’RE NOT LISTENING TO ME!”
“Look…Ethan…just a word of advice,” Luis said. “A word of what?” Ethan grinned stupidly. Luis shook his head. Maybe Theresa wasn’t so far off the mark. Maybe the terrible F-word was working its magic. “Luis,” Sheridan rolled her eyes. “Don’t even think that.” “W-W-hat?” “Nevermind,” she smiled. Blue eyes twinkling in amusement. “Leave him alone,” she whispered in his ear. “Roger decided he liked Theresa more.” “Roger? Who’s Roger?” “Ethan’s brain cell,” Sheridan said blithely. Giggling when Luis gave her a ‘what the hell?’ look. “You heard me right. Ethan’s brain cell is now taking up residence in your sister’s fantasy-filled head. Do you think I should tell Gwen?” Luis started choking on his own laughter. And Ethan’s absentminded “Are you okay?” didn’t help much. Especially when he walked across the dance floor like a horror-flick zombie. With a silly grin on his face. “Do you think we should tell Gwen?” Sheridan laughed as they watched Ethan lift the black veil from Theresa’s painted face. “I DO! I DO!” Theresa squealed. Jumping up and down. “I don’t think we have to. He didn't scream. It MUST be love."
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“EWW! This punch tastes funny!” Chris was dying laughing on the inside. Yeah…it DID taste funny. In a good way, he thought as he downed another glass. Mmm, mmm. Good. Ms. Crane didn’t seem to think the punch tasted funny. She’d had…oh, he’d lost count of how many glasses she’d had. She and Miggie’s copper brother were putting on quite a show. Damn, she was all over the guy. Maybe he should cut in. Nah. He could barely slow dance. There was no way in hell he could tango. Not like that. He’d have better luck with The Ice Queen. Miss Whitney Russell.
“LUIS,” Sheridan shouted over the music. Very loudly. “I LOVE DANCING WITH YOU. IT’S SO MUCH FUN!” Luis gave her another one of his breathtaking grins. And Sheridan couldn’t help it. “YOU’RE TOO DAMN SEXY FOR YOUR OWN GOOD, OFFICER!” Kay burst into hysterical laughter in Miguel’s arms. “Oh god,” she groaned. “Theresa’s rubbing off on her. You know. Kind of like poison oak.” Miguel laughed with her. Charity smiled tightly at them both from the sidelines.
“Jessica? Have you seen My Sunshine?” Jessica rolled her eyes behind Reese’s back. His Sunshine? Boy did her sister have Reese fooled! “Uh…uh…” “I SEE HER!” he grinned. Jessica tripped over her skirt as he pulled her back out onto the dance floor. She blushed a deep crimson color when he started flailing his arms around and shaking his derriere to the music. “Reese!” He looked like he needed a lifeguard, she thought with a laugh. He was drowning.
“Luis,” Sheridan growled. Wrapping her arms around him and pressing herself against him more fully. “DANCE FOR ME, BABY!” Luis’s brown eyes about popped out of their sockets at her next move. She didn’t. She did! “Sheridan,” he stammered. “Did you just…” “Squeeze your ass—ets?” she teased. Golden brow arched at him playfully. Luis stopped her roving hands as they traveled down his chest. Loosening buttons on the way. “In front of the whole…” She cut him off with the kiss to end all kisses. “School,” he gasped. “What’s got into you tonight?” “Hmm. You like?” Sheridan purred.
Whitney laughed. Embarrassed for her. “Man,” Chad chuckled. “Hey Ms. Crane! This dance is strictly PG-13!” Chad pretended to be hurt when Whitney slapped his chest in embarrassment. “OW! What was that for? She’s going to want to hide beneath the nearest rock tomorrow, and you know it.” “CHAD! There you are! I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” Simone gushed. “Thanks for keeping him company, Whitney.” Whitney stood shell-shocked in the middle of the dance floor as Simone whisked Chad away.
“WHIT! LOOK! I GAVE MY TIARA TO ETHAN! DOESN’T HE LOOK FANTASTIC?” Whitney choked in surprise. Okay…this was going too far. But…Ethan grinned stupidly. She shook her head. The idiot was making NO move to take the crown off. Suddenly she was very worried. First the make-up, the heels, the dress. Now this. “Theresa…Honey. I’m sure Ethan doesn’t like wearing your crown. He must feel so silly. Don’t you, Ethan?” Ethan’s blue eyes sparkled at her. “Actually…no.” People on the dance floor stopped to watch Morticia and RuPaul’s white twin stumble over each other’s feet.
“Oh god,” Gwen groaned. “I think I’m going to be sick,” she said with a hand over her mouth. “How embarrassing,” Hank laughed. “Your girlfriend…oops! Did I say that?” “Shut up!” Hank straddled the chair in front of Gwen and smiled at her. “Hey,” he said softly. “I think it’s better you found out sooner rather than later. Least you two aren’t married,” he said gleefully. “Thank God for that,” Gwen whispered to herself. The…um, dressing up was more than a little disturbing.
“May I cut in?” Can’t he hear me screaming ‘NO’ on the inside? Apparently not, Kay realized as Reese puckered up for a kiss when Miguel let her go from his arms. “Sugar Plum…I missed you so much.” AHHH!!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!! Watching Miguel make a fool of himself in front of Charity was even worse. Why didn’t he look at her like that? Reese twirled her again. And Kay felt like a basketball spinning on someone’s finger. “Reese! Stop it!”
“Sheridan…Sheridan.” Sheridan giggled as Luis tried to peel her off him. “Sheridan,” he said firmly. Horrified as he watched tears spring to her blue eyes and her lips pout at him. Damn. She sure did fight dirty. Without even realizing it, he thought with a helpless smile. “Stop that,” he shushed. “You know I hate to see those pretty eyes so sad. Come here,” he beckoned. She fit in his arms so perfectly. What the hell. So what if he didn’t know which way was up with her tonight? She looped her arms around his neck and hugged him close. Whispered words that made his heart want to burst out of his chest. “I think I love you, Luis.” And passed out cold.
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Kay snickered as she flicked the tiny droplets of water at Sheridan. “Wake up,” she chanted. “Wake up.” Sheridan groaned and threw her arm over her face. Kay sighed heavily. Okay…tiny droplets weren’t working. Her dark eyes lit up. Oh sweet inspiration! “Oh god,” Gwen muttered under her breath. “What bright idea have you come up with this time?” Kay ignored her. Ambling off to the bathroom. Gwen heard the sound of running water and couldn’t help but smile. The old hand in warm water trick. “Kay Bennett…you ARE evil. Sheridan is DEFINITELY going to kill you.” “Sheridan,” she whispered. “Sheridan.” “Go away,” Sheridan grumbled. Burying her messy blond head under her down pillow. “Fat chance of that happening,” Kay said. Sheridan slapped at Kay’s hand when she picked up it slyly. “Oh no you don’t! I can fail you for that!”
“You wouldn’t,” Kay challenged. Sitting on her hands. A grin a mile wide on her face. “Now will you wake up?” “She’s not going to stop, Sher. Might as well do it,” Gwen laughed. “Very persistent gal. Runs in the family.” Sheridan threw the thick comforter to the side with a few very unladylike curses. Directed at…who else? “Ms. Crane,” Kay said with wide eyes. “I’m going to tell my mommy on you. You said a dirty, dirty, nasty word.” Sheridan staggered to the bathroom clutching her head in agony. “Be nice,” Gwen warned. “She doesn’t do hangovers well.” “Gwen,” Sheridan wailed. “I’m already on it. One steaming hot mug of black coffee coming right up.”
Blood-shot blue eyes stared at her from the mirror. “How did THIS happen?” Kay’s amused voice made her jump. “You mean you don’t know? Ms. Crane,” she teased. “You were really chugging that punch down.” Her toothbrush paused in its motions. “Don’t tell me. Somebody spiked it.” “Not just somebody. Guess. Harmony High’s resident creep in a football uniform.” “Chris Hall.” “Bingo!” “STOP YELLING!” Kay held up her hands defensively. “Okay. Geez. Aren’t you Ms. Suzy Sunshine this morning? Speaking of crazy Suzie’s.” Sheridan rolled her eyes. “Who? Me?” “Speaking of crazy Suzie’s,” Kay continued. “You should have seen her. Thank God Principal Reid was too distracted by her attack on his…um, person…EW!…to notice you passed out. Stone-cold drunk,” Kay smirked. “Luis had to carry you out of the Youth Center.”
Oh my god! Luis! Sheridan’s cheeks burned red. She made a fool of herself in front of the straight-laced cop that had stolen her heart. Stolen her heart? “Um…Kay…did I…did I do anything crazy last night? Anything…you know…that I might be embarrassed of in the light of the day?” Kay made a zipping motion with her fingers. “I’m not saying a word. Not a single word.” The secretive little she-demon. There was definitely something she wasn’t telling her. She winced as the sweatshirt slipped over her head. Damn. Even her hair hurt. Her eyes landed on the pair of gray sweatpants in the far corner of her closet. What the hell. It wasn’t like Luis would want to see her anytime soon. Unless he came by to tell her he could never look at her again.
Gwen and Kay sat on the couch. Heads together. Laughing raucously. “And WHAT may I ask is so funny?” She sank into the armchairs deep cushions with a sigh. “Oh Sheridan…too bad you were passed out. You missed quite a party last night.” “Spill it.” Kay grinned. “Where should I start?” “I don’t think I can stomach the thought of Suzie mauling Principal Reid. Go straight to the best parts.” “Reese and Chad got into a fistfight with Chris Hall.”
Sheridan’s jaw dropped open. “What? How? Why?” “Whiney…I mean Whitney refused to dance with him. Over and over again, I might add. Well, Chris wouldn’t get the message. He grabbed Whitney and tried to force her out on the dance floor. When Whitney said ‘no’, Chad landed the first punch.” Gwen smiled. “I still don’t know how Reese got mixed up in the whole mess.” Kay’s eyes sparkled. “How else? Chris was so sloshed he couldn’t see straight. It was an accident. He broke Reese’s glasses. Who knew Reese was so…oh my god! Reese has muscles!”
Sheridan giggled helplessly. “Duh!” She immediately winced. “Well…tell me more. What else happened?” “Ethan did the most wonderful impersonation of Elvis Presley I ever did see,” Kay said sarcastically. “And Theresa ate it up,” Gwen laughed. “Ms. Crane…someone needs to tell DUMBY. He has absolutely no rhythm. Forrest can’t dance.” Sheridan’s eyes watered over with tears from the laughter. “You’re killing me,” she gasped. “That’s not the half of it,” Kay confided. “Theresa was so overcome with emotion, she threw her bra to him. Hiked up her skirt. And…” “And what?” “Tripped flat on her clown face. But not without taking out a few…DOZEN…people.” Gwen’s brown eyes danced. “I’m telling you, Sher. They went down like dominoes.” “All in a day’s work for the Lethal Weapon,” Kay grinned.
Sheridan wiped the tears from her eyes. “I missed a lot.” Kay and Gwen looked at each other and burst into laughter. “Boy did you ever,” Kay teased. “Kay Bennett…what are you not telling me? I knew it. What happened before I passed out?” “I’ll put it this way,” Gwen said slowly. “If the dashing Officer Lo-Fitz didn’t know you were absolutely gaga over him before…he certainly does now.” Sheridan brought her pillow to her face and screamed into it. It was coming back to her in bits and pieces. “Did I really squeeze his butt in public?” “Just like Charmin,” Kay cracked. “Okay,” she backed down. “Really, really BAD joke. Sorry.” “Did I…did I say something stupid?” “I plead The Fifth on the grounds that you might take out your considerable FRUSTRATION on me,” Kay said seriously. “Kay,” Sheridan warned. “No, M’am.”
The doorbell rang, and Kay swore she saw Sheridan’s eyes cross. “Answer the damn door,” she said between gritted teeth. Gwen got up and hobbled to the door. But not without a very necessary stop to peer out the window. “It’s him. It’s him.” “Oh my god! I can’t let him see me like this!” Sheridan shrieked. Jumping up in a blind panic. Unfortunately for her…”Ouch!” Kay groaned. Another reason on Ms. Crane’s considerable list. “Sorry,” she apologized. Scooping the pair of sneakers into her arms and helping Sheridan to her feet. “Luis,” she smiled brightly. Hopping on one foot to the couch where she collapsed in an exhausted heap. Luis smiled back just as brightly. “Do they have it bad or what?” Gwen pulled Kay into the kitchen with a finger to her lips. “Too bad she doesn’t remember saying it.” “I think we can fix that,” Kay smirked. Stretching a slender arm out and turning the CD player on the counter on. David Cassidy crooned “I Think I Love You” from its speakers. And on the couch in the living room, Sheridan Crane passed out cold for the second time in 24 hours.
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