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“Um, yeah. I need to get back in there anyway, before Phillip sends out the Calvary.”
“You know, Phillip and I really care about you. We hated you dating a guy like Jake. We've never had any proof, but I'm pretty sure this isn't the first time he's cheated on you.”
Figures.
I grab my lip-gloss out of the car, put it in my pocket, and shut the door. I stop, grab the car handle and start to open the door, as I say aloud to myself, “I suppose I better grab my jacket.”
“You don't need a jacket, Jay,” Da
God, am I swooning?
I'm not exactly sure what swooning is, but I may very well be doing it.
He leads me back toward Frick and Frack, who I am sure have been watching everything.
Gary says to Da
“I'm pretty sure I don't care what Jake thinks,” Da
As we walk by them toward the party, Gary smiles, slaps Da
I grin at that thought. Looking back, I give those boys a salute. I always knew I liked them for a reason.
Da
Phillip leans in toward the keg and pumps it again for Lisa, as he eyes me suspiciously.
“I'm okay,” I mouth silently to him.
He nods his head toward Da
Accusing type questions.
I know he's wondering why Da
Or not.
Phillip wanted to take me out of here.
I watch as Phillip and Da
Garry and Larry, done with their door duty, come join our little group. Larry holds up a big bottle of Jack Daniels, says, “Lets get down to business,” takes a big swig and passes me the booze.
Now I'm not much of a drinker, maybe just a beer or two, but my, this does go down smoothly tonight. I'm standing in front of Da
Did I mention that Da
And now I am the girl dying for it.
Fate?
Everyone is having a seemingly great time. The guys are telling old jokes and old stories. But I'm having a hard time listening to them because as they are talking, Da
Almost.
The bottle goes around again, and I take a little swig. When Da
Oh, whatever.
I'm not sure why he's scowling, and I'm too enthralled with Da
Lisa a
I'm sure she has to pee, but I also know that she is dying to know how I ended up with Da
Sure enough, as soon as we are out of earshot, she screeches, “Ohmigawd! JJ! Da
“I'm not exactly sure.” Because I'm not. “But you may be right about the clothes and makeup.”
“Told you. So did you just jump him in the parking lot or what? God, I've had a crush on him since, like, eighth grade.”
Her and every other girl in school.
“Do you know how lucky you are? I mean Da
I can't help but laugh and wonder if she even knows what unadulterated means. Probably one of her SAT study words. I'm tempted to ask her, but she's still gushing on.
“I mean I always thought you were lucky just to live by him because you got to see him mow with no shirt on.”
“Don't get all revved up about this, Lisa. I practically had a meltdown out there in front of him. He's just trying to make me feel better. Help my ego,” I say, trying to convince myself that that's all there is to this. It just doesn't really feel that way.
“Like you've ever had ego problems.”
Well, I am usually quite confident. But Lisa doesn't understand how I have perfected the game face from years of playing sports. And trust me, I'm wearing it big time right now. So she can't see the hurt and confusion I'm feeling over the whole Jake dumped me thing.
“I really think he's just being a good friend.”
Lisa, not deterred from her fantasy, says, “Yeah, well, you don't usually see good friends kissing like that. And come on, you've been good friends for a long time and had a lot of boy issues, and you've never made out with him before.”
“Uh,” I kind of squint my eyes and look guilty before I realize it.
“Shut Up!” Lisa's eyes get huge. “You made out with Da
“It's not a big deal. It was a long time ago.”
“How long ago?”
“Freshman year, but I begged him to. I needed to know how to French kiss.”
“And that worked? I should've tried that one because I know you'd kissed boys before that.”
“Not really. I had that date with Ryan Marshall, and I was just a wreck about it,”
“So he told you how, or he taught you how?” She has a goofy grin on her face, and I know she is dying for details.
“Taught me.”
Her eyes get big again.
“Okay, I give up.” I hold my hands in the air. “Enough questions. We made out for a couple hours, and it worked. When I went on my date, I knew how to make out properly.”
“Why didn't you tell me?”
“It was really no big deal, plus he was dating someone at the time.”
“Who?” she asks, like this very old news is some juicy piece of gossip.
“I don't remember. Some cheerleader, I think.”
“Which one?” She is still enthralled.
“They're all the same one, Lisa.” I shake my head because Da
She laughs and nods, knowing exactly what I mean.
“Okay, so Jake? You were all set to, you know, with him. So are ya bummed?”
“No, not really.”
“Ohmigawd! I have a brilliant idea. You can do it with Da