Page 55 of Woke Up Like This
It doesn’t take much to set the chaperones straight. When I intrude on the mom gang in the back room, they stand at attention, steeling their spines as though I’m some drill sergeant. Waking Mr.Kingsley from his slumber proves to be a task. After shaking him, Renner tries poking him with a measuring stick. He remains conscious for ten minutes before falling asleep again.
Students flood the gym in packs over the next hour. By nine, the entire dance floor is crammed. Turns out, kids from the future have brought back grinding. I keep accidentally making eye contact with students, bent over, gyrating against each other’s junk.
Twerking isn’t the only relic that’s been resurrected. Frills and ruffle dresses are back too. They remind me of Mom’s old prom pictures. Gotta love cyclical fashion.
Renner and I hold down the fort like nightclub bouncers. We’ve confiscated multiple flasks of vodka hidden in toilet tanks. Renner thinks we should let “kids be kids” and go easy on them, but the last thing we need is students leaving wasted on our watch.
“Caught these ones trying to drink it behind the bleachers,” I say, handing Hedgehog Lady the tenth flask of the night.
“You’re a boss. Putting this straight in the collection.” Bycollectionshe means the stash teachers are going to hoard in their desks for emergency prep periods. “Hey, you and J. T. have been on the ball all night. Go have some fun,” she says, giving me a light shove.
I stumble backward into someone.
When I teeter around, Renner grabs me by the waist. “You’re good,” he says. His breath feathers my ear.
“Sorry. Hedgehog Lady pushed me,” I explain, cheeks heating with our proximity. Before I can gather the wherewithal to move away, a familiar tune fills the air. It’s “(I’ve Had) The Time of My Life” fromDirty Dancing. One of Mom’s favorite movies.
Hedgehog Lady makes a funny motion with her hands, pretending to waltz with the air.
“Looks like she wants us to dance,” I say, uneasy.
Renner tightens his grip on my waist. “It would be illegal not to. This is a banger.”
“You’ve seenDirty Dancing?”
“Who hasn’t?”
“Just didn’t know you were familiar with ’80s romance movies.”
He lifts a shoulder. “It may be ancient but it’s a classic. You should do the run and jump,” he urges. “I’ll catch you.”
I wince at the thought. “No. I don’t trust you. And I haven’t had good luck with falling lately.” I imagine my face hitting the floor and waking up fifty years in the future, wrinkled like a prune.
He pouts. “Come on. I won’t drop you.”
I stay put, feet on the ground. “Nope.”
“Fine. I’ll just sing it,” he says.
“Please don’t sing it.”
“Oh, come on. I know all the lyrics.” He does not. In fact, he butchers them. It’s quintessential Renner, going for gold with zero forethought. But strangely, it doesn’t make me as angry as that day in his van.
He spins me awkwardly, my arm tangling with his. “So how did things with Kassie go?”
“I showed up at her superfancy yoga studio and knocked over a plant. Made a massive mess,” I admit, letting myself feel the music as I spin back into his chest.
I feel the vibration of his laugh against my cheek. “Was she mad?”
“No, actually. We went next door, had a smoothie, and I asked why we weren’t friends anymore.”
He nods like he understands, smoothing his palm down the small of my back. “And?”
I shrug when he spins me around again. Adult Renner isn’t too bad of a dancer. “I didn’t get a clear answer, but I don’t think it was anything dramatic. She seemed super happy for us.” I work down the lump in my throat, still not ready to talk about Dad.
“Really? I expected something more dramatic.”
“I know. I mean, whatever happened, it kind of feels like we just gave up on almost ten years of friendship.” My stomach twinges saying it.
