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“Trust me,” Mason said. “You’ve probably done enough talking. Let’s get you home.”
Matt nodded. “Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow, Brooklyn. Don’t sleep with someone dumb tonight. I love you.”
I laughed. “I love you too.” The words fell out of me. I meant them. I did. I just wasn’t sure why my chest ached when I said them.
Matt smiled at me over his shoulder as Mason walked him toward the ballroom doors. “You are not my dirty little secret!” he sang as Mason opened the door. Mason elbowed him in the ribs to make him stop which just made both of them laugh.
I wanted to go after them. I wanted to go to sleep in Matt’s arms and tell him everything I’d done wrong. All the mistakes I’d made. I wanted a fresh start.
But Kennedy bumped into me, almost toppling us both over. I grabbed her to steady her on her feet. Mason would take care of Matt. And I needed to get Kennedy home. But where the hell was Miller?
Elite - Chapter 36
Saturday
“I’m sleepy,” Kennedy said with a huge yawn. But she continued twirling in a circle. It looked like she was going to fall over.
“I know.” I grabbed her around the waist to try to support her. “I think we should call it a night. Let’s go find Miller so he can take us back to the Pruitts’.” I looked over toward the doors. Seriously, had he gone on a walk or something? I thought he’d be right back.
“You can catch a ride with me, chicas,” Isabella said. “Kennedy taught me that fun word.”
Kennedy laughed. “The elephants are coming!”
“The elephants are coming!” Isabella yelled back.
What the hell do they keep going on about elephants for? It didn’t make any sense. The elephants weren’t even our mascot. I hated that Kennedy had an inside joke with Isabella. The thought of the two of them being friends made me feel sick to my stomach.
“I was just heading out anyway,” Isabella said. “I pronounce this dance officially dead. Let’s all go home and hang out there instead.”
Hang out? As in the three of us?That sounded like my worst nightmare. Isabella had her own friends. Why was she trying to steal mine?
“Yes!” Kennedy said and stumbled forward.
Isabella grabbed the other side of her to keep her up straight.
“It’s okay, Isabella,” I said. “I got her. We’re gonna go find Miller.”
“Don’t worry about Miller. Donnelley will drive us home. And I’ll have him text Miller and let him know you’re safe with me.”
SafeandIsabellaweren’t two words that made sense in the same sentence. “I don’t know…”
“Come on, it’ll be fun,” Isabella said and started walking toward the doors, dragging Kennedy and me with her. “We can stop for milkshakes. I know how much Kennedy loves milkshakes.”
“Oh, I do love milkshakes!” Kennedy said. “They bring all the boys to the yard.”
“That’s one of my favorite songs!” Isabella said.
“Me too!” Kennedy squealed. “Kelis is a lyrical genius. I bet she’s going to have a million more hits.”
“Absolutely,” Isabella said.
I hated this. I hated tonight. I hated the fact that I didn’t know Kennedy loved milkshakes or Kelis songs. And that I didn’t know whatthe elephants are comingmeant. “Really,” I said as we pushed through the ballroom doors. “We’re just going to look for Miller. I’m sure he’s here somewhere.” I looked both ways downthe hall, hoping Miller would just be leaning against one of the walls, but he was nowhere in sight.
“But milkshakes,” Isabella said.
Kennedy turned toward me. “Please, Brooklyn. I really want a milkshake.” She stuck out her bottom lip.
“And we rented a limo.”
