Turnabout Twist

Turnabout Twist Read Free

Book: Turnabout Twist Read Free
Author: Lois Lavrisa
Ads: Link
snored cute.
    Time to perform.
    I got the flashlight out of my back pocket and turned it on. With one hand I held it under my chin. With my other hand I gently shook her. “Vicky, it’s me vampire boy. Um Edward.”
    Vicky's eyelids slowly lifted. For a moment, her gaze was sleepy.
    Then her eyes widened. Her piercing scream caused me to topple backwards, falling over a pile of clothes. The flashlight flew out of my hand.
    Vicky shook and screamed at the top of her lungs, as she held her blanket up to her chin.
    “It’s me, Edward. I mean Ted.” My heart pounded out of my chest and my hands felt clammy. The makeup on my face started to itch like poison ivy.
    Vicky flicked on her nightstand lamp. After she looked me up and down, her fearful expression turned to a smile. She giggled as she grabbed her cell phone and held it up toward me.
    Did she just take a picture?
    Suddenly, the door slammed open. Her dad stormed in. “What the hell is going on in here?”
    I could see the veins popping out of his square forehead. “Um sir, Vicky and I had a fight. So I was being a vampire like the guy she likes. There is this scene in a movie where he goes into her bedroom, and—”
    “Ted. You need to leave.” Her dad, a burly ex military man, helped me off the floor and led me out the door.
    Once we were outside Vicky's bedroom, her dad pulled the door firmly shut.
    “I think I dropped my flashlight. Can I go back and get it?” I asked, wanting to see Vicky one more time.
    “Goodnight Ted. Next time, use the front door like a human being, not the window like a vampire”
    “Yes, sir.”
    His mouth tuned into a sort of half grin. “And the trellis is not a ladder.”
    “Trellis not ladder, got it sir.”
    “And you won’t be doing any more stunts like that, right son?” He guided me down the hallway.
    “No sir. Got it.” Loud and clear.
    Vicky's dad had firmly guided me outside and closed the front door in my face. I could have sworn I heard a chuckle behind the closed door but I wasn’t sure.
    He seemed mad, and I couldn’t blame him. I guess if I were him I wouldn’t want my daughter’s boyfriend climbing in her bedroom window either. Mostly dressed as a vampire.
    Well, that stunt went really well. Not. I wasn’t sure if Vicky and I were okay or if I had just made matters worse.
     
     
     

Chapter Four
     
    When I got home later that night I called Vicky and only got her voice mail.
    In the morning, I called and texted her dozens of times. No response. Then I had to cut three lawns and pick up my tux. Heck, I’d already paid for it. I might as well wear it.
    So much for going out with a bang at senior prom. More like a fizzle.
    An hour before prom started, I got a text from Vicky: “C U at prom.”
    Did that mean she’d be there and I would just see her? Or did that mean that she wanted to see me there, like with her?
    I texted her back: “R we going together?”
    She texted back: “Not really. I’ll be there but U R going with someone else.”
    I texted: “Who?”
    She texted: “You’ll C.
    I texted: “What the heck?”
    She texted: “Bye.”
    Throughout the day I was flooded with texts and messages from friends teasing me about having dressed up like Edward. Friends called me “Sparkle boy,” “Fangs” and “Mr. Glitter.”
    Dozens more forwarded the picture that Vicky posted on Facebook. I felt violated that she did that. I thought that I had only been humiliated in front of Vicky and her dad. Now all of Savannah, heck the whole world, knew about my visit to her room.
    Part of me wanted to run away and not have to face anyone tonight. But it was senior prom, Vicky said that she’d be there and I’d already paid for us. I wanted to see her. Even though I’m still confused about the whole part she said about me going with someone else. Were we over as a couple, and did she want to fix me up with another date? This has gotten really bizarre.
    After I showered and shaved, I put on my tux. My

Similar Books

Take Another Look

Rosalind Noonan

Old Lover's Ghost

Joan Smith

Disarming

Alexia Purdy

The Age of Miracles

Marianne Williamson