"It's at one of the most prestigious hotels in the country!" Jen shouted as she jumped on my bed. I immediately regretted inviting her to help me get ready.
"Seriously. I mean, you're my bestie and all but why would he invite you?" I crinkled my nose at her.
The truth was, I had no idea why he had invited me. We sat together in biology all semester but I thought he just sat with me because I was at the top of our class. But yesterday, something happened. Yesterday, he invited me to the Pink Party.
"So, hey. My dad's company throws this shindig every year. Um, you may not have heard of it," He was picking at his fingernails and gazing at his fetal pig. "I don't know. It's like for Cancer research or something; they call it the Pink Party."
Of course I'd heard of it. Everyone in town wanted an invitation to that event. Celebrities and people who mattered went to that party. I played it cool and nodded.
"Well, I thought maybe you'd wanna go." He moved on to pulling at the hem of his jeans.
"Well, yeah. I mean, do you need some extra hands or something? I'd be happy to help out."
"No," he said with that smirk I loved. "I thought you might want to be my date."
My heart was trying to escape by way of my throat. Me?
"Of course! I'd love to!"
"Cool." He went back to dissecting.
A black limo pulled up to the front of my house. Jacob emerged from the back door looking like a teen dream. I had to remind myself he was here for me. "Seniorita," he winked and rested his hand on the top of my head so I wouldn't bump it getting into the car.
We were still about a mile away when I spotted the hotel . To say that it was prestigious didn't quite cut it. It was breathtaking; and the crowd inside was even more so. Beautiful people spreading their cash in the name of tax write-offs and charity, in that order. Jacob put his hand on my back and steered me toward the buffet table.
"Try some of this," He smoothed a few slimy, black eggs on a cracker and held them to my lips. "People say it's some of the best in the world," I let him feed me. It was delicious despite the appearance and smell. I gazed at his lips he continued, "My father's company also makes this. It's a mixture of eggs from some of the most delicate species in the world. Very expensive, very rare, and highly sought after." Jacob smiled. "Let's get a drink."
I followed him to a fountain in the middle of the room. He took two glasses from a waiter standing next to it and filled them. As he handed me a glass, his finger grazed the inside of my palm. I felt weak. "Come on," he whispered. "Let's dance." The room was spinning.
My head was pounding and my mouth was dry. My eyes weren't quite focused but I could sense someone standing over me. He slid a warm washcloth across my forehead as a stabbing pain climbed up my torso.
"Lay still now, my dear. We only want your caviar."
Audrie is a writer and editor living in Illinois. She is a fan of all things horror and pop culture.