“I had some help.” I motion inside where Vanessa and Mario sit waiting for us.

We pile in and I pop the champagne.

“This is amazing.” Katrina looks me over like she’s ready to reward me for good behavior. Excited for that, but first… we prom.

“You’ve got glitter sort of… all over you.” Vanessa’s voice temporarily distracts me from all the dirty plans I’ve got in store for later.

I look over in time to see Gabby biting back a smile as she tries to wipe glitter off the big man.

Tonight is gonna be baller.

The White House is madness. The eight of us pile out of the limo to an already wild party. A Thursday night party wouldn’t normally attract this many people, but next week we’re off for spring break, so everyone is looking to let loose before they head out of Valley for a week. Plus, the guys and I pimped the hell out of it to make sure it lived up to every expectation Gabby and Kitty could have possibly had.

Clutching my arm, Kitty smiles at her corsage and back to me. “Did you pick the biggest one you could find?”

“Custom ordered, Kitty. Nothing but the biggest and baddest for my girl’s prom.”

“What exactly awaits inside?” Gabby asks.

It’s that moment that a group of squealing girls runs around from the back of the house covered in foam, stripping off clothes like they’re about to go streaking through the quad.

“This may not have been the brightest idea you’ve ever had,” Wes says as two girls stand in the front yard in their bra and underwear.

“Don’t look at me.” I chuckle. “This was all your girlfriend’s idea.”

“A foam party?!” Gabby screeches and jumps with such excitement even Z cracks a smile.

Gabby kicks off her heels and makes a run for it, Blair follows behind, and Wes and Z have little choice but to do the same.

“Impressive,” Katrina says to Vanessa and I don’t even try to take the credit for this because as long as that smile stays on her face, it’s moot.

“Oh no, this was all Joel. I only kept it a secret so I could see the looks on your faces when we got here.” She grins and holding hands, Mario and her, walk away.

“Shall we?”

Instead of following the others, I take her through the front door and up the stairs toward my room. She’s quiet but wears a smile that tells me she thinks we’re going to bang. I mean, maybe that too if there’s time, but it’s not why I’m taking her to my room.

“I know it’s not quite as cool as the Zack Morris surprise prom, but…” I open the door and watch her expression carefully.

“Oh my God, what did you do, Joel?” She enters the candlelit room, hands covering her shocked face. She stops in the middle of the room and turns to me. “This is better. So much better.”