Better them than me!Samantha Jones and Elizabeth Shell looked extremely unhappy, fucking pissed actually, when they sat down."Why is she here?" asked ...amantha, the obvious leader. She had salon blonde hair and was made up exquisitely. Looking at Taylor, her brown eyes sparked with hatred. I noticed her surgical augmentation at the Formal, but most of her trim body was acquired at the gym under the watchful eye of a personal trainer.Elizabeth was the prom queen's homely sidekick. I did not. I could never get used to the sense of direction on these devices. I always seem to go the opposite direction.It was just after nine when I reached the office. Pressing the buzzer, I waited for a response. No one answered the door. “It looks like I am not the only one who is running late,” I thought. Waiting for over thirty minutes for Melissa to come, I decided to go opposite to Starbucks. There I could see the entrance of the office when Melissa comes. Crossing the road, I heard a voice. However, the week flew, and Sunday arrived, and I was marched up to the front door, not knowing what type of reception I was going to get, but when the mom, Stephanie, opened the door, all my worry's and doubts disappeared, she stepped out of the door and threw her arms around me, gave me a hug, and said with a smile, "welcome to our humble abode Wendy," the father Tom appeared, and he also welcomed me with a hug, the glance between the two of them should have told me something wasn't exactly. It was Kayla, so I answered. “Hi,” I said.“Hi, Matt, how are you this evening. Adriana told me you’d be home alone.”“Fine, just watching some TV is all.” Well, that was kind of the truth. Maybe a little misleading, but true.“Umm, Ethan and I were wondering if you’d like to come over for dinner tomorrow?” Before I could answer, she went on, “Before you answer, I think I better tell you what’s on our minds.” Her voice dropped like she was nervous. “After the other night when you and Adriana spent.