Covet by Melissa Darnell

like Tristan and me. In fact, their first date had been at the Charmers’ masq ball last October.
    Where Tristan and I had danced together outside in the leaves, the full moon’s light making his fake knight’s armor shine as if it had been plated in real silver…
    “…so we’re not seeing each other anymore,” Anne finished in a mumble.
    I’d spaced out again and missed hearing her answer. Geez, I was a crappy friend lately. “I’m sorry, it was too loud in here. What did you say?”
    Anne stared at me then shrugged. “I said he and I got into an argument and I broke up with him. We’re not together anymore.”
    “What was the fight about?”
    Anne gathered up her things. “It was…family stuff. I really don’t want to talk about it. And the bell’s about to ring anyway. Come on, let’s go.”
    I opened my mouth to argue but the bell rang, cutting me off. Then I got a good look at the set of Anne’s chin. Stubborn as she was, I wouldn’t get anything more about it from her today.
    Obviously something major had happened that I’d missed either because I hadn’t been paying attention or she hadn’t wanted to tell me. When had she broken up with Ron? Had she been upset and I hadn’t even noticed? Had she tried to call to talk about it?
    I caught up to her at the trash cans. “Anne, wait. At least tell me when you broke up with him.”
    She took her time pouring her soda into the trash. “It was the week after your grandma…”
    Oh. So that’s why I hadn’t heard about it. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. That week was—”
    She gave a quick shake of her head. “Don’t worry about it. I would have been out of it, too. Ready for third period?”
    Part of me wanted to push her harder, find out what had happened. She had seemed completely blissed out every time Ron was around. What had changed?
    Then again, who was I to try and pry the details of a painful story out of her? It wasn’t like I’d told her anything about my own breakup with Tristan. Or how Nanna had really died, or my family’s many secrets....
    Yeah, I was definitely in no position to be nosy.
    But it was one more thing between us pushing our friendship apart, and I didn’t know how to fix it.
    And yet, I had to try.
    * * *
    I did my best to stay in the present and pay attention that Saturday when we all went dress shopping in Tyler, first at the mall then at several boutiques Michelle had looked up. I wanted to care about dresses and hairstyles and the merits of gold jewelry versus silver and rhinestones versus pearls. Maybe if I pretended hard enough, I could forget about the reality of my crazy, messed-up life and be normal again, at least for a little while. And maybe then the growing distance between me and my friends would disappear.
    I tried to act excited as I gave Michelle total freedom to put together my look for the dance. But she didn’t make it easy when she picked out a long black satin dress with a plunging neckline and sequined straps. Black. On a vampire. It was so cliché it was ridiculous. Except she didn’t know what I was turning into, and she insisted it made my pale skin and red hair glow. More like glow in the dark. Still, what did I care how I looked? I wouldn’t be there with Tristan, and I would never be interested in anyone else. So as long as it made Michelle happy, it was fine with me.
    “Hey, Sav, are you okay?” Michelle asked, surprising me from my thoughts as I sat in Anne’s desk chair the following Saturday night. I hadn’t even noticed her walk over.
    Anne continued to tease Carrie mercilessly about being too wimpy to let Michelle apply her mascara. Carrie calmly ignored her as she sat on the daybed and put on mascara with the help of a small compact mirror.
    “I’m fine,” I lied to Michelle, having to swallow back a lump so I could talk.
    Carrie suddenly swiped Anne on the tip of the nose with the mascara wand, leaving a big spot of black. Anne screeched and stole the mirror,