I sprayed perfume in the air and walked through it for a light, grapefruity scent. I decided on a pale silk cami, a miniskirt, opaque tights, and ball et flats. I hung up and did a quick inventory of my closet. I’ll call Rixon and see if he wants to come too.” “I have to admit, it sounds a lot better than conjugating Spanish verbs in my room all night. Scott wasn’t the best date in the world, but he wasn’t dead last, either. I’d put in a full day of homework, followed by spinning, and the last thing I wanted was to stay home tonight and check off my list of weekend chores. All I knew was that I didn’t want to spend the night alone. “The thing is … I kind of want to go.” I had no idea where this sudden desire had come from. He was going to be disappointed on both counts, unless he had unrealistic hopes of getting high on my iron pills. For all I knew, he was hunting for prescription drugs or beer.

It sounded like Scott was opening and closing cabinets in the kitchen. “Is the point of this call to make me jealous?” I put my ear to the door.

“I’m on my way to battle of the bands with Scott.” Why don’t you … reheat some stir-fry? It’s in a blue Tupperware in the fridge.” I took the stairs up two at a time, shut my bedroom door, and called Vee. “Are you kidding? I’ve been looking forward to this all day, I’m just running a little late.” I pointed over my shoulder at the staircase. I looked down at my pj pants and groaned.Īfter a failed attempt at fluffing my wet hair, I turned the bolt and opened the door. “Battle of the bands!” I said aloud, smacking my palm to my forehead. On the other side of the door, Scott Parnel made the peace sign. I had just finished showering and was standing in front of the fridge, hunting down the leftover stir-fry my mom had stored there yesterday before leaving, when there was a loud knock at the front door. At seven thirty, she dropped me off at the farmhouse. We’ll make waffles and smoothies for brunch on Saturday.”Īt six, Vee called and talked me into meeting her for spinning at the gym. She gave one of those “it’s out of my control” sighs.

“I’m at Enzo’s trying to study, but the mango smoothie keeps calling to me.” At five, I called my mom, who was in New Hampshire.

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