St. Teresa’s was abuzz with prom fever. The students and their dates flittered about the school auditorium, music blasting and lights flashing. Amidst the rented limos, the Slasher’s vehicle drove up. Cody double parked on the sidewalk, honking his horn.
“Make way for the hottest ladies in town!” he shouted out the window.
Angela buried her face in her hands. It was true, she did feel pretty hot that night, clad in a sparkling royal blue dress Leatherface had made her for the occasion. The long skirt made her feel like a princess and the cowl neckline disguised her lack of breasts. That combined with her hair- covered in glitter because Leatherface insisted- and her makeup made her an absolute vision. But Lord knows she didn’t need the whole world to know that.
“Cody, could you please not broadcast our presence? We’re trying to lay low here.“
Cody scoffed. “Fuck that, you two are looking hot as hell and you shouldn’t care what these motherfuckers think. Hold your heads and your middle fingers up and show them that you’re better than all of them.”