Like a double date. Like it was fucking prom or something. Not that I could be angry at Seth for making such a suggestion. It was a good idea to all go together. It just didn’t feel like we were heading to something fun like out of a John Hughes movie. No, it felt more like the movie Carrie instead, heading to some twisted version of a prom night slasher flick. Seth didn’t even have to ask me and Anais to know what happened. He knew why I was there with them in the limo, and how everything changed from the race to now. The writing...or should I say the blood was on the wall the moment I stepped in for him for the race. I think he could even see the imaginary shackles on both of our wrists now that I was in the same boat as him. There was no look of surprise on his face. “It’s good to see you James,” Seth said speaking to my feet as he sat across from me and Anais in the limo. His date Gwen, a tiny little blond thing with short bobbed blond hair was playing with Seth’s curls.
