My Deadly Valentine Read Free

the volume for the first song.
    A few students start to dance. Nancy noticed that Rosie and the other Theta Pis were headed toward one of the refreshment tables. “Let’s go over and get something to drink,” she suggested.
    â€œAnd maybe a doughnut,” Bess said, eyeing one table.
    Nancy and Bess were sipping hot cider when Kristin and Rosie joined them. “Rosie Lopez, meet Nancy and Bess,” Kristin said, turning to her sorority sister. “They’ll be staying with us during Sweetheart Week.”
    â€œGreat!” Rosie replied.
    â€œNice to meet you,” Nancy said.
    â€œCongratulations.” Bess was beaming. “You make a beautiful Sweetheart.”
    â€œThanks.” Dimples appeared in Rosie’s cheeks as she smiled. “It’s a major thrill.”
    Just then Ned appeared at Nancy’s side. Hishair was still damp from the shower, and he’d changed into jeans and a cotton sweater. His jacket and knapsack were slung over his shoulder.
    â€œHiya, Bess!” Ned planted a kiss on Bess’s cheek, then turned to Rosie. “Congrats. Sorry your boyfriend isn’t here to celebrate with you.”
    â€œHe’s not my boyfriend anymore,” Rosie said softly.
    â€œCasey’s just wired,” Ned explained. “Winning this game was important to him. When things weren’t going his way afterward, well . . . he lost it. No excuse, but I’m sure he’ll apologize in the morning.”
    â€œIsn’t he coming to the party?” Nancy asked.
    Ned shook his head. “He blew out of the locker room in a rage. Didn’t even stop to shower or change out of his uniform.”
    â€œAnother tantrum!” Rosie rolled her eyes.
    â€œSounds like he was really ticked off,” Kristin said, squeezing Rosie’s arm.
    Rosie frowned and stared down at the ground as if she didn’t want anyone to know how much Casey had hurt her. Nancy felt bad for her. She sensed that Rosie’s harsh attitude toward Casey was all bravado.
    â€œI can’t deal with his temper anymore,” Rosie said. “When I told him to get lost, I meant it. It’s over between us.”
    â€œOh, no,” Bess said sympathetically.
    Nancy gave Bess a warning look. Her bestfriend loved playing matchmaker, but this was something that Casey and Rosie needed to work out for themselves.
    â€œAnyone else want to hit the refreshment table?” Nancy suggested, changing the subject.
    â€œI’m game,” said Ned. “A guy works up an appetite running up and down the court. Just give me a second to throw my things on the bleachers.”
    By the time they sampled the doughnuts, cakes, and heart-shaped cookies, the party was in full swing. An old rock and roll hit was playing, and across the gym students were dancing. Kristin came off the dance floor dragging a husky guy with dark eyes and jet black hair combed back from his forehead.
    â€œYou’ve worn me out, Fitz,” she told him, then turned to Nancy and Bess. “Anybody want to dance with my friend Mike Fitzgerald?”
    Bess was already tapping her foot to the beat, and Nancy gave her a playful shove. “Go on. I’ll dance with Ned.”
    â€œLet’s go!” Bess said, hurrying away with the guy Kristin had called Fitz.
    As Kristin went over to the snack table, Ned leaned down to whisper in Nancy’s ear. “Are we going to join them? Or are you just going to stand there looking beautiful?”
    Nancy laughed. “Tough choice. But since we don’t get to see too much of each other these days, why don’t we dance?”
    A ballad was starting up just as they walked toward the dance floor. It gave Nancy a great excuse to cuddle close to Ned. She loved being in his arms, leaning her head on his warm, solid shoulder.
    All too soon the ballad faded to another rock and roll standard. Nancy and Ned tried out a few jitterbug steps, and Nancy