Westcott High by Sarah Mello

Westcott High by Sarah Mello

Author:Sarah Mello [Mello, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Seven Plus Five Publishing
Published: 2019-12-13T06:00:00+00:00



Masks—those dangerous things we slip on when we’re tired of being our true, authentic selves. We will all wear one at some point in life. Sometimes we wear them to hide, other times to escape. If you’re one of the lucky ones, you’ll always be able to differentiate between you and the charade. And if you aren’t so lucky, in the most unfortunate way, the charade will become you.

“Where the hell is she? It’s seven thirty.” Buckets’s eyes roamed the dark courtyard with intention.

I tucked my black blouse into my high-waisted black jeans. “She’ll be here, Buckets. She probably got caught in traffic.”

“It definitely doesn’t feel like Halloween.” Kyle checked the time on his cell phone, then skimmed the parking lot with anxious eyes.

“That’s because it isn’t,” Buckets said as we watched students flood through the gymnasium doors—some in costume, some not.

At Westcott, we had exams over the week of Halloween. It was more or less standardized testing to determine our academic rankings, but nonetheless, we had our Halloween dance a few weeks early so we could all use that week to study. The current theme was masquerade. And wearing masks seemed to be quite fitting on a home-invasion night such as the one we were planning.

“Hey, guys.” Casey approached the circle wearing a white long-sleeved lace shirt and tight white skinny jeans, her straight blonde hair falling against her shoulder blades. Her outfit hugged her body tight, and everyone took notice—especially Kyle.

Winston tossed his hands up in the air. “When did you two plan to dress in solid colors and why didn’t you tell me? What a missed opportunity for my red corduroy pants.” He looked down at his red button-up shirt.

“And I could have been the yellow ranger.” Buckets mocked his idea.

I looked over at Kyle, who was losing himself in the act of staring Casey up and down.

“Where were you?” Buckets asked her as he begrudgingly put on his yellow mask.

“I parked in parking lot C.”

Kyle looked out into the parking lot. “Why did you do that? There has to be fifty parking spots open right here.”

I often wondered what it must feel like to not have a wealthy father and mansion to run to when you got tired of living at your middle-class mother’s house. And how it must have felt to be Casey—who had neither.

Casey glanced over at the rows of luxury vehicles as she tucked the keys to her ten-year-old beater car into her back pocket. “Oh,” she replied. “I must have missed them.”

I felt bad knowing that Kyle was becoming increasingly and genuinely confused by Casey. I also knew he liked that in a girl.

“Well, you look pretty.” Kyle tapped Casey’s arm.

She ran her fingers through her hair, grabbing her neck on the way down. “Thank you,” she said.

At that moment, I felt two strong hands grab my waist as a very recognizable scent swept in from behind me.

“What’s up?” Jacob said.

I turned around and instantaneously scouted his body, thankful my black mask gave shield to my blushing cheeks.


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