Page 75 of Life and Death
“Yeah.” I dropped my voice to a whisper. “Remember, I didn’t tell you anything. Like, I totally didn’t tell you that he thinks you’re the coolest girl he’s everknown.”
Her ears were even pinker now. “Man code. Right.”
“I said nothing.”
She finally smiled a real smile.
Ms. Mason got up then and asked us to open our books.
I thought maybe I was off the hook with McKayla, but when class was over, I saw her and Erica exchange a look, and then McKayla was picking at her nails again while we walked outside.
“So,” she said.
“Yeah?”
“I was just curious if, you know, we were going to see you at the dance after all? Like, you could totally hang with our group, if you wanted to.”
“The dance?” I looked at her blankly. “No. No, I’m still going to Seattle.”
She seemed surprised, but then she relaxed. “Okay. Oh well. Maybe we can get a group thing together for prom. Share a limo.”
I stopped walking.
“Uh, I wasn’t really planning on prom. . . .”
“Really? Shocking!” McKayla laughed. “You might want to mention it to Taylor, though. She says you’re taking her.”
I felt my jaw fall open. McKayla cracked up.
“That’s what I thought,” she said.
“Are you serious?” I demanded when I had control of my face again. “I mean, she was probably joking.”
“Logan and Jeremy were talking about getting started early and putting together a big thing for prom, and then Taylor said she was out because she already had plans—with you. That’s why Logan’s being so . . . you know . . . aboutyou. He has a thing for Taylor. I figure you deserved a heads-up. After all, you broke the man code for me.”
“What am I supposed to do?”
“Tell her you’re not taking her.”
“I can’t just . . . What would I even say?”
She smiled like she was enjoying this. “Man up, Beau. Or rent a tux. Your choice.”
So I didn’t get much out of Government after that. Was it really my responsibility to uninvite Taylor to the prom? I tried to remember what I’d said to her in the parking lot when she’d asked me to the girls’ choice. I was almost positive I had not agreed to anything.
The sky was like lead as I walked to Trig, dark gray and kind of heavy-looking. Last week, I would have found it depressing. Today I smiled. There was something better than sunshine.
When I saw Jeremy sitting by an empty desk in the back row, watching the door, waiting for me, I remembered that Taylor wasn’t the only problem I had right now. My neck started feeling warm, and I wished I’d kept the scarf.
There was another open chair two rows forward . . . but it was probably better to get this over with and be done with it.
Ms. Varner wasn’t in the room yet. What was with all the tardy teachers today? It was like nobody even cared if we were educated.
I sat next to Jeremy. He didn’t keep me waiting.
“Dang, son,” he said. “Who knew you had that kind of game?”
I rolled my eyes. “I have no game.”
