Prom King by Alexa Riley



“I’m pretty sure you fucked me,” he spits, and before I know what’s happening my hand is in motion.

The slap is loud in the large room, and my palm instantly stings.

“Celeste,” my mom calls, and the door shakes as she tries to open it.

“Leave us alone,” Apollo shouts, his cheek blooming red.

“Oh, I’m definitely going to leave you alone,” I hiss, grabbing the handle of the door so the lock pops.

The door swings open, and my mom steps into the room. She’s all dolled up, but her dress is wrinkled like she’s been rolling around in it. Mom never crossed that line when it came to a con.

“Can we leave?” I blurt out quickly.

“Yes,” my mom says as both of the Crew men say “No.”

Why the hell would they want us to stay? Oh god, they’re going to call the cops. I need to get out of here now. I rush over back to the side of the bed and find my small handbag.

“We’re not done,” Apollo says as he steps in front of me.

“We’re more than done.” I fight back the tears.

I push past him to make my escape, and my mom grabs my hand. Rory looks as though he’s going to do the same as he and Apollo step in front of us, but Mom turns her glare on him, and he backs away.

“This isn't over,” he tells her, running his hand through his hair. I glance back at the two of them, and at this moment they look so much alike.

“You’re right,” my mom says, her voice dripping with anger. “I’m taking your car, and you can pick it up tomorrow. Then it will be over.” She says it dismissively, but I swear I see some other emotion cross her face before she hides it. The only reason I even caught it is because I know her better than anyone else.

“Celeste, can you just wait a fucking second?” Apollo says, sounding panicked now. He probably wants to talk about the morning-after pill or something. I hadn't lied. I’m on birth control, but I’m not going to stand here and defend myself.

Mom is already pulling me along, and I glance back over my shoulder to see Rory keeping Apollo from chasing after me. What’s the point? So he can hurl more insults my way? I don’t think I could bear it. Each one was a punch to my heart. Had he not felt what we had? How can he question this? I swipe away the tears as I get into the car.

“I’m so sorry, honey,” Mom says as we pull down the long driveway.

“It doesn't matter. I got to see his true colors,” I sniffle.

She reaches over and takes my hand again, reminding me that it’s always her and me against the world.

I should have known better. I could never be a part of Apollo’s world. At least now I don’t want to be.



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