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Making Out

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Stine, Megan.
Prom night : making out / Megan Stine.—Berkley JAM trade paperback ed.
p. cm.
Summary: Prom night finds high school student Lisa Marie juggling too many boys and her two girlfriends each hiding a secret.
eISBN : 978-1-101-14392-6
[1. Proms—Fiction. 2. Interpersonal relations—Fiction.
3. Washington (D.C.)—Fiction.] I. Title.
PZ7.S86035Pr 2006

Chapter 1
“Try it on.”
Lisa Marie Santos stared at the size six Maxazria dress. She fingered the lace edge detail around the neck and felt her heart beating faster. It was the most beautiful dress she'd ever seen in her life: black peau de soi silk deliberately crinkled and cut on the bias, with tight princess seams and a ragged, irregular hemline trimmed in the tiniest pale pink pearls and lace edging.
A cross between boho and classic Audrey Hepburn.
This is the one,
Lisa Marie thought. The dress that would make her senior prom night everything it was supposed to be. The one that would make her feel like a princess and look every bit as drop-dead gorgeous as her older sister had looked three years ago when she was Homecoming Queen. There was only one problem.
“It's five hundred dollars,” she said, trying not to sound like that was way out of her league. Just out of her price range.
“Is there any chance your parents will change their minds?” Heather Proule asked.
Lisa Marie's two best friends—Heather Proule and Marianna Kazanjian—fidgeted uncomfortably. She knew they were trying to figure out what to say—they had been listening to her complain all afternoon about the budget her parents had given her. One hundred dollars for a dress, shoes, bag, and hairstyle. It was ridiculous. And totally unfair. Her sister Angela had been given free rein for everything when she was in high school.
But that was three years ago, before Angela's college tuition kicked in. Now the whole family was on a budget.
Bye-bye trips back home to the Isla de Margarita off the Venezuelan coast. Hello neighborhood pool.
“They won't,” Lisa Marie said. “Money is seriously tight. My mom hasn't even had her hair colored in three months.”
“Well, maybe it's too early to shop,” Marianna said. “Prom is still seven weeks away. Maybe the price will come down.”
“Too early to shop?” Lisa Marie pretended to be shocked. “Are you feeling okay? Take her temperature, Heather.”
“No, we should check her DNA,” Heather joked. “She must be some sort of bio-copy of the real Marianna.”
“Ha! Like I don't know how to shop? I'm more hard-core than either of you,” Marianna argued. “Remember last year? When Nordstrom's stayed open till eleven and they had to escort me out to my car?”
Lisa Marie laughed. “Yeah, that was good. I think they have your photo posted on the wall in the office or something.”
“And the best part was, you didn't even buy anything! You were there for, what? Twelve hours? And went home empty-handed.” Heather laughed. “I'll bet they loved that.”
“It wasn't a good day,” Marianna admitted.
“Look, all we're saying is we could keep looking for prom dresses.” Heather put a sympathetic hand on Lisa Marie's arm. “Maybe you'll find something cheaper that's just as good.”
Reluctantly, Lisa Marie let go of the black silk dress and continued prowling through racks of potential gowns. She and her friends had already been in nearly every chic store in Georgetown, the upscale shopping district and charming old residential section of Washington, D.C. For the past three hours, she'd been searching for the perfect thing to wear to the biggest night of her life.
Now they were back in BCBG in a mall closer to school, fingering price tags, checking sizes, and kicking into desperation mode.
Lisa Marie circled back around to the five hundred dollar dress and touched it again. She hadn't wanted anything this badly since she craved a Disco Barbie in third grade.
“Besides, we don't even have dates yet,” Marianna said. “And the prom is a long way off.”

don't have dates.
does,” Heather corrected Marianna, pulling an interesting beaded green flapper-style dress off the rack.
“Like I could forget,” Marianna said.
Lisa Marie glanced up. Uh-oh. Was that a tinge of jealousy in Marianna's voice? She hated for her friends to be jealous of the fact that she'd been going out with one guy, Todd Ku, for two years, while they had barely had dates.
There was no reason in the world for them to envy her, Lisa Marie thought. They were both smart, beautiful, and fun to be with—a “gag me” cliché, but it was true. They just hadn't gotten lucky yet in the guy department.
Not that Lisa Marie had exactly gotten lucky herself. Not with Todd. Marianna and Heather knew it, too.
Todd was perfect—exceptional, even. Perfectly nice, and exceptionally boring. Who wanted to date someone whose main claim to fame was being captain of the chess team?
Todd's only a habit,
Lisa Marie thought.
Definitely not the love of my life.
She wasn't even sure how she had wound up with him, except that he was the son of the first friends her parents made when they moved to D.C. from Venezuela five years ago. For some unimaginable reason, both sets of parents clearly thought their kids should go out.
In fact, she had been thinking about dumping him, but that would be breaking Rule #1: Never dump your boyfriend right before the prom.
No, better to hang on to him until after graduation, then reassess.
“You'll both have dates for the prom, don't worry,” Lisa Marie reassured her friends. “It's still way early.”
In her heart, Lisa Marie knew that, in Marianna's case, even that was wishful thinking. Marianna wasn't even
to date. How was she going to hook up with someone in time for the prom?
“I think you should at least try it on,” Heather said, sounding rational. “If it looks like crap on you, then you won't be disappointed. If it looks great, you can always get a job and save up for it.”
Good plan. Clutching the dress like she never wanted to let go, Lisa Marie slipped into the dressing room. Why did people just leave their reject clothes lying all over the floor in American stores? After five years here, she still couldn't get used to that.
She peeled off her clothes, dropped her bra straps, and pulled the strapless dress up over her boobs. Her thick auburn hair skimmed her shoulders, framing her dark brown eyes and sensuously full lips. She looked like a darker version of Jessica Simpson, with a little bit of JLo thrown in. The dress was the perfect length—it made her legs look longer than they really were.
“Come out. Show us,” Heather demanded from outside the dressing room.
Lisa Marie stepped out and twirled.
“Wow.” Marianna and Heather both looked awestruck.
“So . . . you'll get a job,” Heather said. “Save up. But you've got to take the dress off sometime if you want to go job hunting.”
“Maybe they'd hire me to model it here?” Lisa Marie fantasized.
Heather rolled her eyes and headed back toward the display area of the store. “I'm trying on the green one.”
By the time they left the store and wandered back into the shopping mall, Lisa Marie had spotted an incredible pair of Jimmy Choo shoes, decided on earrings, and was debating between two tiny evening bags—a black silk clutch with a carved rose clasp, or a teeny pink beaded bag. Now was not the time to listen to the quiet voice in the way back of her head that whispered,
Use your sister's bag and save a hundred bucks.
If it came to that, fine. But she didn't want to cave so soon.
“I need a job. Immediately,” Lisa Marie announced.
“Food court?” Marianna suggested.
Lisa Marie made a face. If necessary, sure. She'd do whatever it took. But she was hoping to avoid anything involving ugly uniforms and going home with her clothes reeking of grease.
“There!” Heather pointed to a Help Wanted sign in a tuxedo rental shop.
How ironic could things get? Lisa Marie wondered. Was she really supposed to work in a formal wear shop, renting out tuxes to high school boys, so she could earn the money for her prom dress?
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