Page 62 of Triple Play
“I have studying to do.”
“You always have studying to do.” I shift my backpack. Step closer. “One night. I promise it’ll be worth it.”
“I don’t do parties.”
“Everyone does parties.”
“I don’t.”
She starts walking again. I follow. Can’t help it. She’s magnetic.
“Why not?” I ask.
“Because parties are loud and crowded and full of drunk people making bad decisions.”
“Exactly. That’s the appeal.”
She gives me a look. “You have a very different definition of appeal than I do.”
“Maybe you just need the right party.”
“Or maybe I need to finish my anatomy homework.”
“Anatomy can wait.”
“Medical school can’t.”
Fair point. But I’m not giving up.
We reach the science building. She stops at the door. Turns to face me with this expression like she’s dealing with an overexcited puppy.
Which, okay. Fair.
“Jordie.” Her voice is patient. Too patient. “I appreciate the invitation. But I’m not really in a party mood right now.”
“Because of Grant?”
Her expression shutters. “What?”
“Whatever happened last night between you two. That’s why you look like you didn’t sleep.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sure you don’t.” I lean against the building. Study her face. “Look. I get it. Grant’s an emotional disaster. He kissed you or something, then freaked out, and now you’re—”
“He told you?”
Ah. So I was right.
“No. But your reaction just did.” I flash her a grin. “It’s okay. Grant’s specialty is fucking things up. Don’t take it personally.”
“I’m not taking it any way. Because nothing happened.”
“Okay.”
“I’m serious.”
“I believe you.” I don’t. But arguing won’t help. “So come to the party. Forget about him for a few hours. Let me make you laugh.”
