“Not until fall. I need to work to make spending money, so I decided to skip summer school. I’m close enough to go lift and work with the team during off-season workouts. Everyone seems to be very nice and I can’t wait to get started,” Isaac said.
It was announced the buffet was now open. The country club had a system where they only sent one or two tables at a time. I was glad because it made it much easier. They had ended up cooking three hogs to feed this group. Sarah had never been to a pig roast. She was impressed at how tender the meat was. I had her take some crackling to get the full experience. Sarah was appalled by the side-dish choices. It wasn’t model food! There were a variety of rolls, baked beans, mac and cheese, coleslaw, and baked potatoes. I assured her we would dance off the calories.
After dinner, the DJ started, and I pulled Sarah onto the dance floor. I knew she could dance from when we’d hit the nightclubs in New York last summer. I still couldn’t believe they’d let us in since we were all underage; but when you walk up with five models in provocative outfits, bouncers find a way to allow you entrance. This was especially true when we would come back for a second or third time. They knew we weren’t drinking alcohol and the girls would all dance with guys at the club. We could have all gotten blitzed from all the drinks single men sent to our table. We made a point to give them away to cute girls. This was a win-win for me: I got to dance with Sarah and the rest of the models and with all the other girls we attracted with free drinks.
I was glad to see Jeff and Alan join us on the dance floor. They both had learned their lesson about not wanting to dance. We soon had the dance floor full. Everyone wanted to dance with Sarah, which gave me a chance to dance with all my friends. Every once in a while, I would go rescue her when she looked like she needed a break.
After one of the DJ’s breaks, I looked for a new dance partner and spotted the Callahan triplets sitting together. Bryan and Brock had Brit bracketed, and it was obvious by her scowl they had scared off potential dance partners.
“Which one is your date, or is it both of them?” I asked.
Brit’s head snapped around and Bryan and Brock blushed. I don’t think they realized it looked like they’d brought their sister to Prom. I held out my hand and Brit took it. She saw my eyes were on her breasts so she punched me in the chest. I just smiled at her as we walked onto the dance floor.
“When are your brothers going to let you start dating?” I asked, and pulled her in close since it was a slow song.
“Those idiots have no say as to when I can date. If they keep it up, I might have to do something drastic.”
“Do you need any suggestions?” I offered.
“I can handle those two.”
I believed her. I made a point of rubbing up against her chest. She blushed but didn’t push me away. Once I got her on the dance floor, I don’t think she ever left. I was proud of Yuri for cutting in on me when the song ended.
Bill showed up with our missing friends; as expected, he’d won Prom King. He told us one of the ass-hats was having a post-Prom party and we were all invited.
Overall, the Alternate Prom was a success. I had expected some problems when we invited Washington, but for the most part it went well. Of course, you can’t have over three hundred teens and not have some nonsense. The good news was that nothing escalated and the police were never called.
SARAH AND I MADE A quick stop at home to change into jeans and polo shirts. I swear I hadn’t planned to match her, but we both picked Jade clothes that happened to match. I remember seeing pictures of my grandparents from the seventies when they wore matching sweat suits. I burst out laughing when she appeared wearing the same outfit as me. I wasn’t laughing when she told me I couldn’t go change.
I stuck my head into the kitchen and told Mom we were off to a party and wouldn’t be home until late. She wanted to take blackmail pictures, but I hustled Sarah out before Mom could collect her evidence.
The party was located at a farm quite a ways out of town. I hoped people decided to spend the night if they were drinking, since a long stretch of the journey was through the woods on a narrow dirt road. When we finally arrived, Cassidy and Jeff were waiting for us.
“Evening, Good-looking,” Cassidy said as she hugged me.
I looked at Jeff and he showed me they’d been drinking, which put Cassidy in a flirty mood.
“How you doing, Sexy?” I asked her.
“Jeff, David thinks I’m sexy.”
“Come on before you and David do something you’ll regret tomorrow,” Jeff said as he hugged her.
“Yeah, come on before you do something,” Sarah said, tugging me towards the party.
Jeff and Cassidy followed us in to get a beer. We had just gotten our first when Tommy Cox came into the room. He was obviously drunk and had a nasty sneer on his face.
“Dawson, I’m gonna kick your ass!” he said as he started towards me.
Cassidy, my little ninja, put him in a chokehold. Tommy was out in seconds. I had to chuckle when no one even checked on him. More than one person seemed to ‘accidentally’ spill their beer on his supine body. Tommy came around and found he had a very wet crotch.
“Dang it, I pissed myself,” he slurred.
Tommy took off for the restroom. Everyone enjoyed Lincoln’s least favorite student getting a little payback.
I was happy to see Pam and Tracy show up. Tracy seemed happy, which made me smile. I hoped she was on the mend. Pam was put in charge of music and I pulled Sarah out to dance with me. I wasn’t sharing her anymore tonight.
As the night wore on, people started to get drunk. I only had two beers, but Sarah was feeling no pain. She sent me to get her another beer. I went to the kitchen where Tommy was seated in a chair, almost out of it. Pam and Tracy followed me in. As I filled Sarah’s cup, I heard Pam and Tracy yelp as Tommy grabbed them each around the waist and sat them on his knees.
“Dawson, you’re so stupid. You have two of the best-looking girls in school with the hots for you and you ignore them. I’m going to show them what a real man is,” Tommy said.
“Let go of me!” Tracy said as she tried to struggle loose.
Tommy had a firm grip on them as I tried to figure out the best way to get them free. I thought about just punching him, but he wasn’t hurting the girls, yet.
“You think you’re all that! What say you, ladies? You ready to learn what a real man is all about?” Tommy asked.
I think it would have been more impressive if he hadn’t suddenly projectile vomited on both girls. It looked like a fire hydrant was suddenly opened and he sprayed their jeans down. What is it about corn? Does it ever digest? There was no holding them now. The look of horror on the girls’ faces was priceless. If you ever want to get a crowd to step back, puke.
Poor Tommy had no idea what hit him. It was like the girls came to the same conclusion at the same moment: they were going to mess him up. There was a whirlwind of slaps and punches. Tommy did the only sensible thing he’d done all night and tried to cover up. He stood up, which was a mistake. Pam and Tracy were both cheerleaders. They could both kick so their toes ended up above their heads. I’m not sure who kicked him in the nuts, but it sure had an effect!
Tommy slumped down and started to eject the rest of the beer from his gut. I watched in horror as Tracy pulled out her key chain. I remember yelling ‘NO!’ but she was not to be dissuaded. She sprayed Tommy with her pepper spray.
Tommy rolled around on the floor and tried to decide which body part he needed to protect, his face or his nuts. Pam and Tracy were not backing off. Pam tried to kick him in the nuts, and Tracy would spray him every time he pulled his hands away from his face.
As soon as the pepper spray began to drift through the kitchen, people exited the house as fast as they could. I have no idea why, but I probably saved Tommy’s life. I scooped up his two attackers and hauled them out the back door. Tommy was a jerk, and if you asked almost anyone, he deserved everything the girls dished out. I was afraid it would end up going too far and Pam and Tracy would get into trouble.