But I could hear the desperation in Link’s voice. “It’s never been anyone but you.”
“What are you talking about?” She froze, but it was too late.
Link couldn’t stop himself. “Sometimes I think crazy things, like I want to be with you forever. We could live in an RV and see the world. I mean, the parts you can drive to. And you could write songs, and I could play them at gigs. Can’t you see it?”
Ridley’s face looked like it was about to crack into a thousand tiny pieces. “I—don’t know what to say.”
“Say you’ll be my girl, the way it used to be.”
I could see her wavering, and I realized how hard it must be to be her right now. Because she wasn’t the Ridley she used to be, any more than he was the Link he used to be. Nothing was the same. Not for anyone.
Then she noticed Lena and Liv, watching from one side—and me, standing there on the other. Her face clouded over. Ridley wasn’t going to crack, especially not in front of us. “What are you on, Shrinky Dink?”
“Come on, Rid. You’re my girl. Stop pretending you don’t feel the same way about me.”
“I’m a Siren. I’m nobody’s girl. I don’t feel anything. And I don’t fall in love. I can’t.” She started to back away. “It’s always been just a gig.”
“Rid, you’re not a Siren anymore. You’re never gonna be one again.”
Ridley spun around, her blue eyes raging. “That’s where you’re wrong. I’m not going to be stuck in this pathetic excuse for a town forever. And there’s no way I’m traveling the world in some crappy trailer with you. I have plans.”
“Ridley—” Link sounded miserable.
“Big plans. And I can tell you right now, they have nothing to do with you!” She turned to face the rest of us. “Any of you!”
Link looked like she’d slapped him in the face. For a guy who spent most of his time joking around, I’d never heard him lay it out like that to a girl.
As Ridley walked toward the gate, Link kicked the lawn chair next to him, sending it flying.
Across the yard, Savannah saw her chance, and took it. She smoothed her blond hair and pushed her way through the crowd to Link. She slid her hands up his T-shirt. “Come on, Link. Let’s dance.”
The next minute they were dancing and Savannah was all over him. Lena, Liv, and I stared as if we were watching a three-car pile-up on Route 9. You couldn’t turn away.
Liv scrunched up her nose. “Should we be letting this happen?”
Lena shrugged. “I don’t see what we can do to stop it. Unless you want to go over there.”
“No, thanks.”
That’s when Savannah—who clearly didn’t realize she was dancing with a heartbroken guy whose hopes and dreams of true love and record deals and RV parks across the country had just been shattered—moved in for the kill.
The three of us collectively held our breath.
Right there under the twinkling lights, Savannah took Link’s face in her hands and pulled him toward her.
“Bollocks.” Liv hid her face.
“This is bad.” Lena didn’t want to look either.
“We’re screwed.” I braced myself.
The kiss lasted for a full twenty seconds.
Until Ridley happened to look over her shoulder.
You could probably hear the sound a half a mile away. Ridley was standing behind the gate at the edge of Savannah’s backyard, screaming so loud that everyone at the party stopped dancing. She was holding her scorpion belt, her lips moving as if she was Casting.
“She can’t be—” Lena whispered.
I grabbed Lena’s hand. “We have to stop her. She’s lost it.”
But it was too late.
A minute later, everything turned into complete and total chaos.
I felt the Cast rip through the party like a wave. And you could almost see it, hitting one person and moving on to the next. You could tell where it had hit, from the angry expressions and the shouting left in its wake. One minute, couples were dancing—the next, they were fighting. Guys were shoving each other while unsuspecting victims tried to move out of the way. Until the Cast hit them, and then they were the ones doing the pushing and yelling.
I heard the punch bowl shatter on the floor, but I couldn’t see it through the crowd of cheerleaders pulling each other’s hair and basketball players tackling each other. Even Mrs. Snow was screaming at the college scouts, giving them enough pieces of her mind to keep them from ever crossing the county line again.
Lena’s eyes went dark. “I can feel it—a Furor!” She grabbed Liv and me, pulling us toward the gate, but it was too late.
I knew as soon as it hit, because Liv turned and slapped Lena across the face as hard as she could.
“Have you lost your mind?” Lena held her cheek, which was already turning an angry shade of red.
Liv pointed at her, the heavy black selenometer turning on her wrist. “That is for all the whining, Princess.”
“What?” Lena’s hair started to curl, her green and gold eyes narrowing.