A mixup with the rooms. (Ian couldn't go through with it.)

Somehow, all nine of us crammed into the sweltering limousine. Elizabeth, suddenly electrified, sat so close to me that she was practically in my lap. Before I knew it, we were kissing as passionately as we ever had. All around us were sounds of sexual frustration. At one point, Amy's breasts bounced out of her dress while she dry-humped Miguel into oblivion. Talia and Rachel mashed their bodies together near us. Had Josh ditched us at some point? Skin and pleasured moans crowded any other thoughts out of my brain.

When we composed ourselves and piled out again, I took note of Josh's absence. "He found a boyfriend at the dance," Elizabeth explained. Good for him.

Then something else went wrong.

"FIVE ROOMS! We paid the deposit three weeks ago!"

Amy was shouting at some poor clerk, digging through her purse for the receipt.

"I'm dreadfully sorry, Miss, but somehow the hotel was double booked. At the moment, we have only one vacancy. Please accept these coupons..."

Next, Stephanie lost it. "This is our PROM NIGHT. I don't give a damn about fucking coupons. Do you know what this night means?"

We all shared her disappointment and rage.

"Again, we are terribly sorry. Of course, we will refund you the full cost of the deposit, and offer a discount on future hotel stays. We apologize for the inconvenience."

Jake, Corrine's date, spoke up. "What's done is done. We need to consider our options."

The limo had left, and none of us had money for cab fare. The options were either call our parents to come pick us up -- horny and dejected -- or share the room.

I looked at Elizabeth, then at Talia who was gazing into Rachel's eyes, and over at Simon who was holding Stephanie affectionately. Amy, meanwhile, was still arguing with the clerk.