He pulled me again. "Not anymore. Come on."
Reluctant, I finally started moving: my worst fears were realized when a few pairs eyes turned our way. Great. Everything was starting all over again. Jesse and Ralf didn't notice us at first, but when they did, an amusing array of expressions played over their faces. First they saw my body and the dress. Testosterone took over as pure male lust shone out of their faces. Then they seemed to realize it was me and promptly turned terrified. Cool.
Mason gave Jesse a sharp poke in the chest with the end of his finger. "All right, Zeklos. Tell her."
Jesse didn't say anything, and Mason repeated the gesture, only harder.
"Tell her."
Not meeting my eyes, Jesse mumbled, "Rose, we know none of that stuff happened."
I almost choked on my own laughter. "Do you? Wow. I'm really glad to hear that. Because you see, until you said that, I'd been thinking it had happened. Thank God you guys are here to set me straight and tell me what the hell I have or haven't done!"
They flinched, and Mason's light expression darkened to something harder.
"She knows that," he growled. "Tell her the rest."
Jesse sighed. "We did it because Mia told us to."
"And?" prompted Mason.
"And we're sorry."
Mason turned to Ralf. "I want to hear it from you, big boy."
Ralf wouldn't meet my eyes either, but he mumbled something that sounded vaguely like an apology.
Seeing them defeated, Mason turned chipper. "You haven't heard the best part yet."
I cut him a sidelong look. "Yeah? Like the part where we rewind time and none of this ever happened?"
"Next best thing." He tapped Jesse again. "Tell her. Tell her why you did it."
Jesse looked up and exchanged uneasy looks with Ralf.
"Boys," warned Mason, clearly delighted about something, "you're making Hathaway and me very angry. Tell her why you did it."
Wearing the look of one who realized things couldn't get any worse, Jesse finally met my eyes. "We did it because she slept with us. Both of us."
TWENTY
MY MOUTH DROPPED OPEN. "Uh...wait...you mean sex?"
My astonishment prevented me from thinking of a better response. Mason thought it was hysterical. Jesse looked like he wanted to die.
"Of course I mean sex. She said she'd do it if we said that we'd...you know..."
I made a face. "You guys didn't both, uh, do it at the same time, did you?"
"No," said Jesse in disgust. Ralf kind of looked like he wouldn't have minded.
"God," I muttered, pushing hair out of my face. "I can't believe she hates us that much."
"Hey," exclaimed Jesse, reading into my insinuation. "What's that supposed to mean? We're not that bad. And you and me - we were pretty close to - "
"No. We weren't even close to that." Mason laughed again, and something struck me. "If this...if this happened back then, though...she must have still been dating Aaron."
All three guys nodded.
"Oh. Whoa."
Mia really hated us. She'd just moved beyond poor-girl-wronged-by-girl's-brother and well into sociopath territory. She'd slept with these two and cheated on a boyfriend whom she seemed to adore.
Jesse and Ralf looked incredibly relieved when we walked away. Mason slung a lazy arm around my shoulders. "Well? What do you think? I rule, right? You can tell me. I won't mind."
I laughed. "How'd you finally find that out?"
"I called in a lot of favors. Used some threats. The fact that Mia can't retaliate helped too."
I recalled Mia accosting me the other day. I didn't think she was entirely helpless yet but didn't say so.
"They'll start telling people on Monday." he continued. "They promised. Everyone'll know by lunch."
"Why not now?" I asked sulkily. "They slept with a girl. Hurts her more than them."
"Yeah. True. They didn't want to deal with it tonight. You could start telling people if you wanted to. We could make a banner."
With as many times as Mia had called me a slut and a whore? Not a bad idea. "You got any markers and paper?..."
My words trailed off as I stared across the gym to where Lissa stood surrounded by admirers, Aaron's arm around her waist. She wore a sleek pink cotton sheath in a shade I never could have pulled off. Her blond hair had been pulled up in a bun that she'd used little crystal hairpins on. It almost looked like she wore a crown. Princess Vasilisa.
The same feelings as earlier hummed through to me, anxiety and excitement. She just couldn't quite enjoy herself tonight.
Watching her from the other side of the room, lurking in the darkness, was Christian. He practically blended into the shadows.
"Stop it," Mason chided me, seeing my stare. "Don't worry about her tonight."
"Hard not to."
"It makes you look all depressed. And you're too hot in that dress to look depressed. Come on, there's Eddie."