too much car for such a
little chick. He hadn’t looked like he minded losing to her too much when Laney
kissed his cheek afterwards and promised him a dance.
Bobby hadn’t been able to stay mad at her either; he got bragging
rights that his car was so fast it could win races even with his little sister
behind the wheel. Henry had been egging her on the whole way, since he was the
one that taught her to drive. Maybe that was the problem with Laney’s driving—not
many girls in their class knew how to drive, but if they did, they’d had nice
subdued lessons in their parents’ sedans. Very few teenage girls learned how to
drive in a souped-up hot rod.
Beth came back into the moment as the tires crunched into the
gravel lot next to the pavilion. The crowd was already thick with teenagers
dancing to the music of the jukebox. Beth scowled as she smoothed wrinkles out
of her skirt and got out of the car.
“Why did you make me wear a skirt if you were just going to
wear pedal pushers and a cardigan?” She eyed Laney’s white cropped pants and red
cardigan suspiciously. Laney never went anywhere without make-up on, but it was
fairly light tonight, and even her fabulous thick hair was pulled into a simple
high pony tail with her bangs swept to one side. Her only jewelry was the gold,
heart-shaped locket she never took off. She was still gorgeous, but it was
definitely understated for Laney.
Laney shot her a saucy smile and wiggled her eyebrows. “My
boyfriend isn’t here, so I have no one to flirt with, but you, on the other
hand . . . let’s just say that I hear Peter Christianson is going to be looking
for you tonight.”
A crimson flush crept up Beth’s cheeks to her hairline.
Peter had been her date to the prom, and ever since, they’d flirted in the
halls at school, but nothing had come of it. He was more than Beth had ever
hoped for—six feet of blonde-haired, blue-eyed gorgeousness, and as their
quarterback, he was probably the most popular boy in school. Up until a few
months ago, he’d been completely infatuated with Laney, as most of the boys
were, but then out of the blue he’d asked Beth to the prom. She suspected Laney
had put the bug in his ear, but she wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the
mouth. She also guessed that the difference in their appearances tonight was an
attempt to push her more into the spotlight.
As the girls linked arms and headed towards the music, Beth
thought to herself I’m ashamed to think how much I’d hate her if she wasn’t
just like a sister.
Beth took pictures of everyone there, some of them twice.
She snapped a great picture of Laney dancing with Henry, and he took a very
sweet shot of Laney and Beth together.
It must be Laney’s week for arguments , Beth thought
as she watched Laney having words with her ex, Dean, on the other side of the
dance floor. Earlier in the week Laney had it out with her brother Bobby. Laney
was getting ready to come in to her inheritance, and Bobby didn’t agree with how
she was planning on spending it. The Fenton sheriff’s department had set up a
trust for both Laney and Bobby when their father was killed in the line of
duty. Laney was planning a cross-country tour before she started college in the
fall, and she was still trying to get Beth to come along. Bobby was furious
over the whole thing.
“At the very least, invest it in your future. Pay for an
education and get some skills other than flirting. Being a tramp is only going
to get you so far in life!”
They were arguing in the kitchen, but the slap across his
face echoed down the entire street like thunder from a brewing storm. “How dare
you stand there and pretend you’re concerned about my future!” she screamed.
“You only want my share of the money to open your stupid garage. I should just
set the money on fire, for all the good that would do me. You wouldn’t have the
sense to run a business.” With venom in her eyes, she stormed out of the house,
and the