Gina and Sasha discuss Grant asking her to prom
The first words out of Gina’s mouth were, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Nope,” I said, closing my locker and giving the dial a spin. We started off down the hallway toward English class. Just knowing that Twelfth Night was in my bag made me smile as the memory of talking about it with Grant the other day slipped through my mind.
“That’s insane,” Gina said, shaking her head. “I mean, no offense, Sasha, but really, who would’ve thought?”
“Oh, no, I hear you,” I concurred. “I still can’t really believe it.”
“Well, I think it’s great.” Gina smiled. “I’ve always thought you were too amazing to be single. I’m glad the universe finally decided to listen to me. Although, Grant Davis, man. What’s he even like?”
“He’s nice,” I told her. “And funny. And cute as hell.”
“Well, you’re not wrong about that.” Gina made a big show of fanning herself like a Southern belle with the vapors. “Although I have to disagree with your word choice. Kittens are cute—Grant Davis is hot.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “Just don’t tell Jeff I said that.” Gina had met Jeff, a freshman at Northwestern, at a concert a few months earlier. Personally, I thought he was a little morose and weird, but he was really into Gina, so who was I to judge?
“Speaking of Jeff,” I said. “You don’t think you guys would maybe want to, you know, double date with us to prom, do you?”
Gina raised her eyebrows dubiously. “Jeff’s not really the school dance type. Plus, he’s in college. He’s kind of beyond all that dumb high school stuff.”
“So? He’s so crazy about you, he’ll do anything you ask,” I insisted. “And you’re my best friend. Come on, G. I’d do it for you.” I gave Gina my brightest, widest smile.
“Damn you, Lawson,” Gina griped. “You know I can’t resist it when you turn on the charm. Fine. I’ll ask him. But, for the record, prom is lame.”
“Noted.” I put my arm around Gina’s shoulders and squeezed. “Thank you.”
“Why do you even want us there, anyway? If the dreamiest guy in school asked me out, I’d want to keep him all to myself.”
“‘Dreamy’? Are we in an Archie comic or something? Who uses the word ‘dreamy’?” I laughed.
“You’re avoiding the question,” Gina pointed out. “You’ve already got a date. What do you need a wingman for? Or, I should say, wingwoman.”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just nervous.” I was trying not to over think this whole prom thing, because, first of all, Grant wasn’t my boyfriend. We weren’t together, at least not at the present moment; we were just each other’s date to the dance. And second of all, if I thought about it too much, I knew I would find a way to talk myself out of it. I could be pretty good at that. I needed someone at my side to give me a nudge whenever I was being ridiculous, and Gina was the perfect person for the job.
“I’ve never been out with a guy before,” I continued; from the look on her face, it was clear that Gina needed more convincing. “I’m afraid I’m going to screw it up.”
“Screw it up how?” Gina asked. “Believe me, boys are a lot less complicated than you give them credit for.”
“I don’t know, okay? It’s not entirely rational, I get that, but I’d still really appreciate it if you’d come. I promise, as soon as I get a little more comfortable with Grant, you guys can leave. Deal?”
Gina nodded, “Deal.”
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Tandem (Many-Worlds Trilogy, Book 1)
Ficção AdolescenteEverything repeats. You. Your best friend. Every person you know. Many worlds. Many lives--infinite possibilities. Welcome to the multiverse. Sixteen-year-old Sasha Lawson has only ever known one small, ordinary life. When she was young, she loved h...
