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makes him seem super-classy and not just like he’s trying to get drunk in the middle of the day. “Show us how you’re going to get sexy back!”
Then, suddenly, just when I think the crazy, drunk flask guy is going to get up and say something again, or maybe throw his flask at me the way people used to throw tomatoes, Cooper is out of his chair and standing next to me. He takes the microphone out of my hand and starts to sing. What? Why? Cooper is now standing next to me, singing “Sexy Back” by Justin Timberlake!
“What are you
doing
?” I whisper.
“Helping you,” he whispers back. The thing about Cooper is that even though he’s a jerk, he definitely has, you know,that something. That thing I was talking about that allows certain people to be good at karaoke. He’s suddenly gyrating all over the place, totally getting into it, and acting like he really is bringing sexy back.
And to my surprise, people are actually starting to like it. Of course, I guess it isn’t really that surprising. Cooper is very good-looking. And charming. Which is how he charmed me into losing my mind and going out with him. He’s also not that bad of a singer, although his strength definitely lies in his performance. I’m so caught up in what he’s doing, that when he puts the microphone in my face to sing backup, I chime right in and sing, my panicked feeling gone.
We do the whole song like that, him putting the microphone out once in a while and me screaming song lyrics into it. Finally, at the end of the song, Cooper leaves me up there to do the last bit, and then takes a pic of me on his cell phone, I guess to text to the 318s. And then, just like that, the music is over, and the nice British woman is taking the microphone from me. “Thanks,” I say to Cooper. Because that was pretty nice of him. To save me like that, I mean.
And so for a second, I let myself believe that maybe Cooper was telling the truth, that maybe the 318s were the ones who took my notebook and turned me in to the dean, that maybe he doesn’t even care about what I wrote on Lanesboro Losers, that maybe we can talk and I can find out
why
exactly he did what he did. I mean, he
is
wearing the watch I gave him after all. But Cooper just squeezes my shoulder, whispers, “You’rewelcome” into my ear, and then walks out of the Spotted Frog, leaving me there by myself.
Well, of course he did. Leave right when I thought we were having some kind of moment, I mean. First of all, Cooper is obviously completely and totally unstable. Look what he did to me, for example. Pretending that he liked me, just for some dumb secret society initiation? That is definitely the work of a sociopath. Actually, I’m not sure what a sociopath is, exactly. But I think it has to do with not caring about the feelings of others.
Anyway, the point is, something is definitely wrong with him. So it makes total and complete sense that he would help me one minute, then turn on his heel and walk out the next, acting all put out, like I asked him for help or something. He’s so crazy, it’s pathetic.
I walk out of the Spotted Frog and look around. It’s after nine o’clock, but Boston is alive with people, walking around and looking happy, couples on their way to a late dinner in their nice clothes, college kids walking around drunk, groups of girls giggling on their way to bars and clubs. A homeless man on the side of the street looks me up and down and says, “Girrrl, you got it going on.”
I give him a dollar and actually start to feel a little better. I mean, I just got a super-hot guy to dance with me at Cure,
and
I did karaoke. Not bad for a Saturday night. And yeah, okay, maybe it’s not that amazing for
some
people but it’s amazingfor me. Who cares if Rich just wanted to avoid his stalker, and Cooper had to help me with the karaoke?
I start to feel very happy, until I realize I have no clue what I’m supposed to do next. I’m alone, in the city, with no idea
Then, suddenly, just when I think the crazy, drunk flask guy is going to get up and say something again, or maybe throw his flask at me the way people used to throw tomatoes, Cooper is out of his chair and standing next to me. He takes the microphone out of my hand and starts to sing. What? Why? Cooper is now standing next to me, singing “Sexy Back” by Justin Timberlake!
“What are you
doing
?” I whisper.
“Helping you,” he whispers back. The thing about Cooper is that even though he’s a jerk, he definitely has, you know,that something. That thing I was talking about that allows certain people to be good at karaoke. He’s suddenly gyrating all over the place, totally getting into it, and acting like he really is bringing sexy back.
And to my surprise, people are actually starting to like it. Of course, I guess it isn’t really that surprising. Cooper is very good-looking. And charming. Which is how he charmed me into losing my mind and going out with him. He’s also not that bad of a singer, although his strength definitely lies in his performance. I’m so caught up in what he’s doing, that when he puts the microphone in my face to sing backup, I chime right in and sing, my panicked feeling gone.
We do the whole song like that, him putting the microphone out once in a while and me screaming song lyrics into it. Finally, at the end of the song, Cooper leaves me up there to do the last bit, and then takes a pic of me on his cell phone, I guess to text to the 318s. And then, just like that, the music is over, and the nice British woman is taking the microphone from me. “Thanks,” I say to Cooper. Because that was pretty nice of him. To save me like that, I mean.
And so for a second, I let myself believe that maybe Cooper was telling the truth, that maybe the 318s were the ones who took my notebook and turned me in to the dean, that maybe he doesn’t even care about what I wrote on Lanesboro Losers, that maybe we can talk and I can find out
why
exactly he did what he did. I mean, he
is
wearing the watch I gave him after all. But Cooper just squeezes my shoulder, whispers, “You’rewelcome” into my ear, and then walks out of the Spotted Frog, leaving me there by myself.
Well, of course he did. Leave right when I thought we were having some kind of moment, I mean. First of all, Cooper is obviously completely and totally unstable. Look what he did to me, for example. Pretending that he liked me, just for some dumb secret society initiation? That is definitely the work of a sociopath. Actually, I’m not sure what a sociopath is, exactly. But I think it has to do with not caring about the feelings of others.
Anyway, the point is, something is definitely wrong with him. So it makes total and complete sense that he would help me one minute, then turn on his heel and walk out the next, acting all put out, like I asked him for help or something. He’s so crazy, it’s pathetic.
I walk out of the Spotted Frog and look around. It’s after nine o’clock, but Boston is alive with people, walking around and looking happy, couples on their way to a late dinner in their nice clothes, college kids walking around drunk, groups of girls giggling on their way to bars and clubs. A homeless man on the side of the street looks me up and down and says, “Girrrl, you got it going on.”
I give him a dollar and actually start to feel a little better. I mean, I just got a super-hot guy to dance with me at Cure,
and
I did karaoke. Not bad for a Saturday night. And yeah, okay, maybe it’s not that amazing for
some
people but it’s amazingfor me. Who cares if Rich just wanted to avoid his stalker, and Cooper had to help me with the karaoke?
I start to feel very happy, until I realize I have no clue what I’m supposed to do next. I’m alone, in the city, with no idea
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