Prom wasn’t for them. Not anymore.
Amber sat stiff on the edge of the stupid snack table, seething as Dani sat next to her, grimacing at the huge bowl of chips that stunk way more than she would ever let those giants know.
The real dance was up there. Laughing. Stomping. Blasting music so loud it shook there little table.
Amber watched it happen. Couldn’t not watch.
Tyler Benson, Westbridge’s big tough quarterback, getting snatched up off the punch table like nothing. Some Riverview girl pinched him right off the edge, giggling like she picked up a bug.
He squirmed but it didn’t matter.
Another girl grabbed at his tux. Peeled it right off him, one piece at a time, like unwrapping a candy. The jacket. The pants. The dumb little bowtie.
Gone.
When Tyler cried and tried to cover himself with his hands, they just laughed and shoved a potato chip at him.
Like that was all he needed.
Amber felt her jaw clench so hard it hurt.
“If I was still normal...” she muttered, low, “I’d kick their stuck-up asses so fast!”
Dani shot her a look. “Shh... Shut up. They’ll hear you.”
“So what?” Amber snapped. She waved at Tyler, who was holding that chip like his life depended on it, pressed hard against his nakedness.
“Look at him! He’s pathetic!”
She swallowed, hard.
"Og god... We’re pathetic..."
