Vlad was shaking his head at the scene in front of him when he suddenly realized he was no longer holding Meredith’s hand and that there was a girlish squeal-fest going on to his right. He looked over at Meredith, who was hugging Melissa and jumping up and down a little. Melissa was dressed as a fairy, complete with large, sparkly wings, which smacked Mike Brennan in the face as Melissa bounced in girlish glee.
Vlad couldn’t help but frown. Mike wasn’t wearing a costume. In fact, as he looked around, he saw that just a handful of guys were dressed up as anything this year. And while Vlad certainly enjoyed donning a costume and having fun, it was a lot better when everyone else did it too. He nodded at Mike, and to his satisfaction, a glint of jealousy flashed in Mike’s eyes as he pointed to Vlad’s outfit. “That is one sweet costume, Vlad. How’d you convince your aunt that you weren’t too old to dress up?”
Vlad smiled, relaxing some-so that’s why Mike wasn’t wearing a costume. “Nelly’s pretty cool about that kind of thing, actually. She was the one who found the rubber bolts for me.”
Mike groaned. “My parents are so lame. I’ve been arguing with them for weeks about whether or not dressing up for Halloween is something reserved for little kids.”
“You lost, huh?”
Mike nodded sullenly. “I wanted to come as the Crypt Keeper.”
Vlad flicked a glance at Glinda and back. “Well, if you’re interested, I’m pretty sure Matthew’s mom has a ton of old costumes lying around. I mean, every year they go all out, y’know? I bet she’d let you borrow one.”
Mike bit his lip, watching Matthew’s mom as she waved her light-up wand over a fresh batch of cookies. As she did so, she said, “There’s no place like home!”
He groaned, but the costume must have been pretty important to him, since he muttered that he’d be right back and crossed the room toward the mound of pink crinoline that was Matthew’s mom.
Meredith and Melissa stopped squealing at last, and Vlad forced a smile. “Hey, Melissa. How’s it going?”
Melissa’s smile was warm, but guarded. “I’m good, Vlad. Just you and Meredith tonight?”
Vlad’s insides twitched a little. “If you’re asking whether or not Henry is here… no. He made other plans.”
To Vlad’s dismay, she visibly relaxed. Meredith started asking her about her hair or something-Vlad wasn’t listening any longer. Instead, he crossed the room to the punch bowl. Even drinking sugary stuff that wouldn’t alleviate his thirst was better than standing around listening to Melissa bad-mouth his best friend. After all, what exactly was her problem with Henry anyway? So he made out with a lot of girls. So he’d never really had a serious girlfriend, despite tons of dates. It didn’t make him a bad person.
On the other hand, Vlad wasn’t entirely convinced that Henry’s intentions were honorable. What if the only reason Henry wanted to go out with Melissa so badly was because she didn’t want to have anything to do with him? Maybe it was a clear case of “forbidden fruit.” Or not. Vlad was pretty confused about the entire situation… and he’d never really understood that expression anyway. All he knew was that his best friend was hurting, and Melissa was the one causing him the hurt, intentionally or not.
Matthew’s mom was blissfully absent from the buffet, so Vlad poured Meredith a cup of punch and grabbed a handful of cookies for them to share. By the time he got back to his girlfriend, Melissa was nowhere to be found. He managed a smile. “Want a cookie?”
They stood there talking for a while, taking in the scenery and just enjoying the evening, until Matthew’s dad got a limbo contest going. Vlad joined in, losing to Mike-who was now dressed as a caveman-but not from lack of skill. He was laughing so hard that he fell flat on his butt just as he passed under the bar. His laughter was short-lived, of course, because at the scent of blood pumping through all those teenage veins, Vlad had to take a break to get his fangs back under control. He retired to a couch in the corner of the room, but not before assuring Meredith that she should keep playing without him.
The thing was, he wasn’t really bothered by the necessary break. Without Bill and Tom around, Vlad was having a really good time. And he wondered if at least part of the reason why was because he was now dating an immensely popular (not to mention breathtakingly beautiful) girl. Who knows? Maybe people were just starting to like him, for no apparent reason at all. Whatever it was, Vlad was pretty happy about it.
The fake ficus tree to his left shook as someone bumped it from the other side. A girl’s voice-one Vlad didn’t instantly recognize-shook with laughter. “Did you see him? I mean, talk about a loser.”
Another girl snorted with derision. “Yeah, I don’t know what she sees in him. One thing’s for sure, she’s scraping the bottom of the social barrel by even being seen in public with a guy like that.”
Vlad squirmed in his seat, overwhelmed by empathy for whoever the two girls were talking about. He ran the tip of his tongue over his fangs, which had shrunk back into his gums almost completely. He was beginning to stand when he heard one of the bodiless girls say, “I know. I mean, Vlad Tod? Seriously? Is she part of the Dork Outreach program, or what?”
Vlad sank back in his seat. He was tempted to leap up and defend himself, to say that maybe Meredith thought he was sweet (she’d told him that a number of times), that he wasn’t like other boys (couldn’t argue with that), and that he was a great kisser (something that sent Vlad nearly floating up to the ceiling after hearing). But instead he listened, wanting to know just what the other guests at the party really thought of him.
“I bet she’s just trying to make Henry McMillan jealous. It’s been obvious for years now that she likes Henry.”
“Yeah, but Henry’s not exactly a challenge.” Then the girl squealed, “Oh my gawd, I know why she’s dating him!”
Together, they voiced a single word-one that Vlad knew would haunt him for the rest of his life. “Pity!”
Vlad sank deeper into the couch cushions. Suddenly he wished he’d followed Henry’s lead and stayed home.
“Did you see him during the limbo contest? He has no idea that everyone’s laughing at him, not with him.”
“What a geek.” The girl’s voice trailed off as she said, “Hey, let’s go get some punch. I’m thirsty.”
Vlad remained on the couch for a good long time. Finally, he reached up and removed the rubber bolts from his neck and the fake scar from his forehead. He rubbed away the makeup onto his sleeve, staining it green, and stood. The room around him was very full, and people were laughing, dancing, playing all sorts of games. Maybe they were playing more games than he’d realized.
Vlad felt like he was moving in slow motion as he crossed the room and slipped up the stairs. He stepped out the back door, closing it quietly behind him.
There was no reason for him to be here. He’d never be accepted anyway. He was a loser in a sea of winners, a complete and total freak. And a pretty girlfriend and a couple of laughs would never change that.
He had crossed the yard, aiming for the sidewalk, when the back door flung open behind him. He glanced over his shoulder at a breathless Meredith and paused, but didn’t speak.
Meredith’s bottom lip trembled. “Weren’t you even going to tell me you were leaving?”
Vlad shrugged. He still felt like he was moving in slow motion. His heart ached. “I don’t think I’m very welcome in there.”
Meredith frowned and crossed the yard until she was standing in front of him, blocking his path. “What happened? I thought we were having a good time.”