Steve swept the backyard with the flashlight. When Liz's mom had handed it him, he had a momentary urge to put it to his forehead and shout "I'm a unicorn!," but it passed. There didn't appear to be anything amiss - the pool cover was securely on, there were no signs of animals or intruders - just a chill in the air that seemed wrong. Unwittingly, Steve shined the flashlight into the trees and was painfully reminded of Jennipher Semmes.
His heart dropped into his stomach. Tonight was supposed to be their destiny, and here he was, skipping prom to comfort a woman who hadn't even liked him before he complimented her brownies. He could picture Jen at the dance, in a navy blue dress, her hair spilling down her shoulders as she danced. Her smile lighting up the room - and really, there was no way she couldn't be prom queen. A vision of her attacking him with a fierce hug after coming down from the dais. And maybe, just maybe, at the end of the night, a soft kiss. Her lips tasting like breaking glass. Her breath like - wait! Breaking glass?
Steve bounded over the chain-link fence and headed into the woods.
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