something?” She couldn’t bear the thought of slogging to Hank’s in the rain.
“Jen, you are like an old lady. Meet me out. It’s been forever since you’ve been home, and I want to talk to you. You spend every night at Scott’s. I’m jealous and I miss you.”
She pictured him staring at her with those big, teal, puppy-dog eyes, pathetically sincere. “Well, when you put it like that, how can I say no? You’re buying, though. And you may have to carry me home.”
“Yes!” Alex said. “See you there. I’m hanging up before you change your mind.”
Jenna sighed and carried her dance bag into Scott’s office. He sat behind his desk with an ice pack on his elbow.
“Your arm still bothering you?” Jenna asked.
“Job hazard. Just don’t gain any weight. Was that Alex?”
“He wants us to meet him out.”
“No way. I’m done. Are you coming back to my apartment later?”
“Nah, I’ll make him bring me home.” Jenna picked up a bottle of moisturizer from Scott’s desk, squeezed some into her hand, and rubbed it over her arms.
“What’s going on with you two?” Scott asked, studying her from behind the desk.
“What do you mean?” Jenna grabbed her dance bag off the office floor and searched through it, looking for something to wear over her leotard. She took out the shirt she’d worn to work that day and waved it, hoping to air it out and make the wrinkles disappear.
“Lately, you’ve been staying with me a lot.”
“Well, with all these late-night rehearsals, it’s easier to stay here.”
“I’m happy to have you. But are you also avoiding him?”
Jenna wanted to tell Scott everything was fine, just as she always did when he asked questions about Alex, but he’d be able to tell if she held back.
“Uh-oh,” he said. “Don’t tell me that you two—?”
“No! Don’t you think I would have told you?”
“So what, then? Spill.”
Jenna crumpled the work shirt back into her dance bag and pulled out a T-shirt. Alex wouldn’t care what she looked like anyway. That’s the problem.
She sighed and looked Scott in the eye. “Am I unsexy?”
Scott’s eyes popped. “Are you nuts? You are most certainly not unsexy. Well, right now you are because we rehearsed and you’re sweaty, but normally you are the sexiest game in town.”
Maybe Scott could shed light on the situation. Penny was no help. She’d simply declared Alex a “pig” and changed the topic. “I don’t understand. Alex sleeps with anyone who gives him the time of day. Why hasn’t he made a move on me?”
“Do you want him to? I thought you liked being friends,” Scott said.
Jenna paced the office, considering his words. “I do, but—”
“Did you ever ask him?”
“Ask him what?”
“I don’t know. Out on a date or something,” he said. “Guys are thick in the skull. You must have figured that out by now.”
“I guess I haven’t asked.” Can it be that simple?
“Before you do, you should think about what you really want. You’ve told me time and time again he’s not your prince.”
“He’s not a prince, believe me. But still, I love him,” Jenna said. She loved everything about him, even his annoying, unprincely parts. She loved the way he looked, the way he could always make her smile, his outgoing nature. She loved that he could laugh at himself and how he never shied away from telling her exactly what was on his mind. His flaws only made him more attractive. “I don’t know if he thinks about me that way.”
“Only one way to find out. But,” Scott said, drawing out the word, “can you handle it if he says no? You know what they say about the best way to ruin a friendship—”
“Yeah, yeah. But can’t we be exactly like we are, but more?”
Scott shook his head. “Nope. More means different.”
Jenna pulled her T-shirt over her head and her jeans over her tights. She walked around the desk and kissed him.
“What are you going to do?” he asked.
“I have no
“Jen, you are like an old lady. Meet me out. It’s been forever since you’ve been home, and I want to talk to you. You spend every night at Scott’s. I’m jealous and I miss you.”
She pictured him staring at her with those big, teal, puppy-dog eyes, pathetically sincere. “Well, when you put it like that, how can I say no? You’re buying, though. And you may have to carry me home.”
“Yes!” Alex said. “See you there. I’m hanging up before you change your mind.”
Jenna sighed and carried her dance bag into Scott’s office. He sat behind his desk with an ice pack on his elbow.
“Your arm still bothering you?” Jenna asked.
“Job hazard. Just don’t gain any weight. Was that Alex?”
“He wants us to meet him out.”
“No way. I’m done. Are you coming back to my apartment later?”
“Nah, I’ll make him bring me home.” Jenna picked up a bottle of moisturizer from Scott’s desk, squeezed some into her hand, and rubbed it over her arms.
“What’s going on with you two?” Scott asked, studying her from behind the desk.
“What do you mean?” Jenna grabbed her dance bag off the office floor and searched through it, looking for something to wear over her leotard. She took out the shirt she’d worn to work that day and waved it, hoping to air it out and make the wrinkles disappear.
“Lately, you’ve been staying with me a lot.”
“Well, with all these late-night rehearsals, it’s easier to stay here.”
“I’m happy to have you. But are you also avoiding him?”
Jenna wanted to tell Scott everything was fine, just as she always did when he asked questions about Alex, but he’d be able to tell if she held back.
“Uh-oh,” he said. “Don’t tell me that you two—?”
“No! Don’t you think I would have told you?”
“So what, then? Spill.”
Jenna crumpled the work shirt back into her dance bag and pulled out a T-shirt. Alex wouldn’t care what she looked like anyway. That’s the problem.
She sighed and looked Scott in the eye. “Am I unsexy?”
Scott’s eyes popped. “Are you nuts? You are most certainly not unsexy. Well, right now you are because we rehearsed and you’re sweaty, but normally you are the sexiest game in town.”
Maybe Scott could shed light on the situation. Penny was no help. She’d simply declared Alex a “pig” and changed the topic. “I don’t understand. Alex sleeps with anyone who gives him the time of day. Why hasn’t he made a move on me?”
“Do you want him to? I thought you liked being friends,” Scott said.
Jenna paced the office, considering his words. “I do, but—”
“Did you ever ask him?”
“Ask him what?”
“I don’t know. Out on a date or something,” he said. “Guys are thick in the skull. You must have figured that out by now.”
“I guess I haven’t asked.” Can it be that simple?
“Before you do, you should think about what you really want. You’ve told me time and time again he’s not your prince.”
“He’s not a prince, believe me. But still, I love him,” Jenna said. She loved everything about him, even his annoying, unprincely parts. She loved the way he looked, the way he could always make her smile, his outgoing nature. She loved that he could laugh at himself and how he never shied away from telling her exactly what was on his mind. His flaws only made him more attractive. “I don’t know if he thinks about me that way.”
“Only one way to find out. But,” Scott said, drawing out the word, “can you handle it if he says no? You know what they say about the best way to ruin a friendship—”
“Yeah, yeah. But can’t we be exactly like we are, but more?”
Scott shook his head. “Nope. More means different.”
Jenna pulled her T-shirt over her head and her jeans over her tights. She walked around the desk and kissed him.
“What are you going to do?” he asked.
“I have no
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