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could."
"You'll
always be Miss America to me."
"Seriously,
stop. I'm not that depressed. And I'm no Miss America."
"Only
because you're too smart," I said. "But I'll always see you that way."
She
cocked her head. "What way? As a zombie head attached to a fourteen year
old's body?"
I
smiled. "Something like that."
"Wonderful."
"Now
it's your turn to tell me you find me similarly irresistible."
"In
your dreams, Shane."
She
didn't know the half of it.
I
watched a half dry wisp of hair fall in her face, and as she pushed it back
behind her ear, the thin strap of her dress fell down over her smooth shoulder.
There
was no bra strap beneath it, and I felt knots in all the most dangerous places.
She
caught me staring as she pulled the strap back on her shoulder. "Don't be
gross."
"You
don't think I'm gross."
She
blushed.
I
felt a surge below the belt that made me forget all about our history for a
moment.
"Maybe
not," she said. "But I'm sure that's only because we've been friends
for so long."
Friends.
At one point, the label might've been a source of pride, but now it just felt
like a curse.
"And
if you met me now?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
She
dropped her chin. "Are you fishing for compliments? Is your ego really
that delicate?"
"No.
I’m just genuinely curious."
"You're
not my type."
"It's cause I'm too handsome and clever, isn't it?"
She
drained her drink but kept an eye on me.
"Or
is it my muscles?" I asked. "Do you think there are too many of
them?"
She
leaned away to top up her mug of champagne. "All that and more."
" Mmm ."
"Why
do you ask?"
I
shrugged. "I'm trying to figure out if you'll be able to keep your hands
off me if I ask you to my barn dance."
"Excuse
me?"
"Sorry.
What I meant to say was, will you accompany me to my barn dance next
weekend?"
She
furrowed her brow. "As your date?"
"Only
because you can't come as my hat."
"Smart
ass."
"What
do you say?" I asked, draining my beer and trying to act calmer than I
felt.
"I
say thanks but no thanks."
My
chest tightened.
"I
know I've had a trying weekend, but I don't need a pity date. I can pick myself
up just fine.
"It's
not a pity date."
"What
is it then?" She raised her drink to her lips.
"It's
a barn dance."
"I
get that, but why are you asking me? What about all the girls you usually ask
to this stuff?"
"All
what girls?"
"I
don’t know. The Theta with the legs?"
"We're
just friends.
"Or
that pretty Indian girl? Or the gymnast you used to-"
"For
someone that's not your type you certainly know a lot about-"
"What?
Things you've told me?"
"Obviously
I've said too much, and I apologize for that."
She
waved the comment away with her hand. "It's fine.”
“No
really. Let me make it up to you by taking you to my barn dance."
Chapter 15: Andi
I
could tell by the steely look in his eyes that he was serious, but I was afraid
to get swept up in the invitation, afraid the night would be all kinds of
torturous if I said yes.
I
knew he'd be in jeans and a plaid shirt and that was my kryptonite. I could
resist a pop star or a pro athlete no problem, but give me a cowboy or a
lumberjack any day and-
"I
don't know," I said. "Won't it be crawling with sorority girls who'll
just give me dirty looks because I'm sisterless and letterless and spent less than a week picking out my
outfit?"
"No."
“Yeah,
right.” Men were so oblivious.
"If
anyone's going to be giving you dirty looks, it's me."
My
eyes grew wide.
"Isn’t
that what a good date does?”
God
what I wouldn't give to be the girl Shane shot dirty looks at. Even if it was
just for one night. "You wouldn't dare."
"I
would," he said. "Especially if you wear pigtails for me."
I
laughed. "First of all, if I wear
"You'll
always be Miss America to me."
"Seriously,
stop. I'm not that depressed. And I'm no Miss America."
"Only
because you're too smart," I said. "But I'll always see you that way."
She
cocked her head. "What way? As a zombie head attached to a fourteen year
old's body?"
I
smiled. "Something like that."
"Wonderful."
"Now
it's your turn to tell me you find me similarly irresistible."
"In
your dreams, Shane."
She
didn't know the half of it.
I
watched a half dry wisp of hair fall in her face, and as she pushed it back
behind her ear, the thin strap of her dress fell down over her smooth shoulder.
There
was no bra strap beneath it, and I felt knots in all the most dangerous places.
She
caught me staring as she pulled the strap back on her shoulder. "Don't be
gross."
"You
don't think I'm gross."
She
blushed.
I
felt a surge below the belt that made me forget all about our history for a
moment.
"Maybe
not," she said. "But I'm sure that's only because we've been friends
for so long."
Friends.
At one point, the label might've been a source of pride, but now it just felt
like a curse.
"And
if you met me now?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
She
dropped her chin. "Are you fishing for compliments? Is your ego really
that delicate?"
"No.
I’m just genuinely curious."
"You're
not my type."
"It's cause I'm too handsome and clever, isn't it?"
She
drained her drink but kept an eye on me.
"Or
is it my muscles?" I asked. "Do you think there are too many of
them?"
She
leaned away to top up her mug of champagne. "All that and more."
" Mmm ."
"Why
do you ask?"
I
shrugged. "I'm trying to figure out if you'll be able to keep your hands
off me if I ask you to my barn dance."
"Excuse
me?"
"Sorry.
What I meant to say was, will you accompany me to my barn dance next
weekend?"
She
furrowed her brow. "As your date?"
"Only
because you can't come as my hat."
"Smart
ass."
"What
do you say?" I asked, draining my beer and trying to act calmer than I
felt.
"I
say thanks but no thanks."
My
chest tightened.
"I
know I've had a trying weekend, but I don't need a pity date. I can pick myself
up just fine.
"It's
not a pity date."
"What
is it then?" She raised her drink to her lips.
"It's
a barn dance."
"I
get that, but why are you asking me? What about all the girls you usually ask
to this stuff?"
"All
what girls?"
"I
don’t know. The Theta with the legs?"
"We're
just friends.
"Or
that pretty Indian girl? Or the gymnast you used to-"
"For
someone that's not your type you certainly know a lot about-"
"What?
Things you've told me?"
"Obviously
I've said too much, and I apologize for that."
She
waved the comment away with her hand. "It's fine.”
“No
really. Let me make it up to you by taking you to my barn dance."
Chapter 15: Andi
I
could tell by the steely look in his eyes that he was serious, but I was afraid
to get swept up in the invitation, afraid the night would be all kinds of
torturous if I said yes.
I
knew he'd be in jeans and a plaid shirt and that was my kryptonite. I could
resist a pop star or a pro athlete no problem, but give me a cowboy or a
lumberjack any day and-
"I
don't know," I said. "Won't it be crawling with sorority girls who'll
just give me dirty looks because I'm sisterless and letterless and spent less than a week picking out my
outfit?"
"No."
“Yeah,
right.” Men were so oblivious.
"If
anyone's going to be giving you dirty looks, it's me."
My
eyes grew wide.
"Isn’t
that what a good date does?”
God
what I wouldn't give to be the girl Shane shot dirty looks at. Even if it was
just for one night. "You wouldn't dare."
"I
would," he said. "Especially if you wear pigtails for me."
I
laughed. "First of all, if I wear
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