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she told me—"
Andy let go of Tyler's hand, pulled and gave him one violent shake. "What's it gonna
be? You're not getting laid by either of them."
Realization crossed Tyler's face regarding the source of Andy's temper. He started
to grin, before looking into bulging, red eyes. "All right. All right, man." Tyler
lifted his free hand in surrender.
"I'll take care of the girls. You. Leave. Now." Smart, Andy thought, as he watched
him sprint for the front door. His nerves were fried. It felt as if it was three in
the morning, and he wanted to leave, but not before he got Rose home.
Candi played a convincing broken heart and didn't take long to weep into the arms
of the closest jock.
Andy found an empty table far away from the crowd and situated himself where he could
keep an eye on his best friend. It wasn't long before Rose made her way to him.
Sitting in the folding chair next to him, she rested her chin in the palms of her
hands. "I'm sorry."
"No need," he said.
"I won't say I told you so."
He tilted his head to her and lifted a corner of his mouth. "You just did. Looks like
you're having an all right time."
"I was. The guys are getting tipsy. I think they have flasks in their pockets." She
shrugged. "A little too touchy for me."
He doubted it was flasks she felt and made himself shake off the visual. Odd, he thought,
talking to her as they always did, in such a different setting.
Rose guessed Andy knew all about the flasks as he didn't offer a response. She was
glad she came, but honestly didn't think prom was quite cracked up to be all it was
meant to be. Absentmindedly, she took one of Andy's hands in hers. It was thick, lined
with veins and warm, very warm. He was twitching ever so slightly. That worried her.
It made her think of how the fast-talking, Andy Reed wasn't talking at all. He didn't
dance once that night and she hadn't seen him around anyone really.
She tiled her chin up and looked at him face to face. "So... you're not going to tell
me, are you," she stated.
His eyes matched the color of his caramel hair. They looked at her now with something
she didn't recognize. He offered no response to this statement either.
"You are the nicest person I know," she said.
He looked at their joined hands, then up to her eyes. "Tell you?"
"That my date made reservations for us upstairs tonight. Well... until both of our
dates were swallowing each other's tongues in the hallway." Why didn't this bother
her?
Andy closed his eyes and sighed heavily. "He should be glad I didn't know about the
room."
"I can take care of myself," she barked more defensively than she meant to. "I'm a
frigging black belt." She wondered if part of the reason Tyler's plans didn't bother
her was because Andy was here.
Andy shook his head. "I like you better in your Chucks. Then, I don't have to worry
about half the room wanting to bed you."
Holding onto her stomach, she bent over laughing. "Did you really just say, ' bed me?'" She reared back. "Not screw me or take—"
"Stop!" He ran his hands over his face, then rested them clasped on top of his head.
"I'll give you a ride. I don't mind waiting."
"I'm done here. It was fun. Really. But I'm not doing that." She thumbed over her shoulder at the group gyrating on the dance floor.
* * *
They rode with the top down in Andy's classic Mustang convertible. Rose held her hair
around her shoulder. Her bare feet rested on his dash. "Dave will be relieved. Home
just after eleven. You should have seen him when Tyler picked me up."
"I'd rather not talk about it."
"My dad likes you. What's your deal?"
"I'm not talking about your dad."
Interesting, she thought. Looking out into the black, she thought about how she truly
did have a great day. Not the best day. She could think of better: catching her first
fish big enough to fry with Duncan and Andy, rock climbing with Andy at Catskills,
the week in Destin spent with the Reeds. She
Andy let go of Tyler's hand, pulled and gave him one violent shake. "What's it gonna
be? You're not getting laid by either of them."
Realization crossed Tyler's face regarding the source of Andy's temper. He started
to grin, before looking into bulging, red eyes. "All right. All right, man." Tyler
lifted his free hand in surrender.
"I'll take care of the girls. You. Leave. Now." Smart, Andy thought, as he watched
him sprint for the front door. His nerves were fried. It felt as if it was three in
the morning, and he wanted to leave, but not before he got Rose home.
Candi played a convincing broken heart and didn't take long to weep into the arms
of the closest jock.
Andy found an empty table far away from the crowd and situated himself where he could
keep an eye on his best friend. It wasn't long before Rose made her way to him.
Sitting in the folding chair next to him, she rested her chin in the palms of her
hands. "I'm sorry."
"No need," he said.
"I won't say I told you so."
He tilted his head to her and lifted a corner of his mouth. "You just did. Looks like
you're having an all right time."
"I was. The guys are getting tipsy. I think they have flasks in their pockets." She
shrugged. "A little too touchy for me."
He doubted it was flasks she felt and made himself shake off the visual. Odd, he thought,
talking to her as they always did, in such a different setting.
Rose guessed Andy knew all about the flasks as he didn't offer a response. She was
glad she came, but honestly didn't think prom was quite cracked up to be all it was
meant to be. Absentmindedly, she took one of Andy's hands in hers. It was thick, lined
with veins and warm, very warm. He was twitching ever so slightly. That worried her.
It made her think of how the fast-talking, Andy Reed wasn't talking at all. He didn't
dance once that night and she hadn't seen him around anyone really.
She tiled her chin up and looked at him face to face. "So... you're not going to tell
me, are you," she stated.
His eyes matched the color of his caramel hair. They looked at her now with something
she didn't recognize. He offered no response to this statement either.
"You are the nicest person I know," she said.
He looked at their joined hands, then up to her eyes. "Tell you?"
"That my date made reservations for us upstairs tonight. Well... until both of our
dates were swallowing each other's tongues in the hallway." Why didn't this bother
her?
Andy closed his eyes and sighed heavily. "He should be glad I didn't know about the
room."
"I can take care of myself," she barked more defensively than she meant to. "I'm a
frigging black belt." She wondered if part of the reason Tyler's plans didn't bother
her was because Andy was here.
Andy shook his head. "I like you better in your Chucks. Then, I don't have to worry
about half the room wanting to bed you."
Holding onto her stomach, she bent over laughing. "Did you really just say, ' bed me?'" She reared back. "Not screw me or take—"
"Stop!" He ran his hands over his face, then rested them clasped on top of his head.
"I'll give you a ride. I don't mind waiting."
"I'm done here. It was fun. Really. But I'm not doing that." She thumbed over her shoulder at the group gyrating on the dance floor.
* * *
They rode with the top down in Andy's classic Mustang convertible. Rose held her hair
around her shoulder. Her bare feet rested on his dash. "Dave will be relieved. Home
just after eleven. You should have seen him when Tyler picked me up."
"I'd rather not talk about it."
"My dad likes you. What's your deal?"
"I'm not talking about your dad."
Interesting, she thought. Looking out into the black, she thought about how she truly
did have a great day. Not the best day. She could think of better: catching her first
fish big enough to fry with Duncan and Andy, rock climbing with Andy at Catskills,
the week in Destin spent with the Reeds. She
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