(Sequel to Two Gangs and a Golden Girl)
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"If you even think about touching me, I will literally rip off your arm," I growl when Xavier prowls closer. He doesn't stop. His poison green eyes drill into mine.
"I will have you, Marigold, and we will...
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"You don't have a choice. You'll have to tell her that you spiked her drink. Rather be honest than have a relationship with lies," Myra says.
I groan. After a week of prepping and coaching me, this particular fact is something Myra hammers on. Tell Amber I spiked her drink. Like that won't end in me on the floor with two broken legs. If I'm lucky.
"What about dates? I want to take her on one tonight, but it has to be special. Really special. Where can I take Amber that'll surely make her go nuts?" I ask. I've been building up to today. Winning Amber over bit by bit and stressing how problematic Xavier is. Tonight might be my last chance to get Amber once and for all and Myra over here is my last bit of hope.
"Where did you first meet?" Myra asks while straightening out her white blouse.
"School."
"So, that's a no."
"Yeah."
Myra thinks about it for another second before pulling her purple wig off and tying up her brown hair. Oh, this is serious. Whenever Myra ties u her hair, you know she's thinking especially hard. She pulls up her jeans while still in deep thought and I can't help to think how hard it was when I took Myra to get clothes. I insisted on sexy stuff to woe Owen, but she refused and went with comfortable and casual.
"Well," Myra starts, "There's this place I know of that my father used to take me when I was younger. It's not that famous, but is known as our country's largest musical dump. It became a little land mark on it's own. A few hour's drive if you're the one driving. It's, I think, three towns over. It has a piano graveyard and I can only imagine how beautiful it would look at night with a couple of candles or something. I've always had a thing for that place. If I was a girl, which obviously I am, I'd want to be taken there."
"Perfect!" I exclaim and jump up from the couch. "Myra, you're a genius!" I add and she lets out one of her rare smiles before I rush to the fridge.
"I can get food, Amber loves food, and it'll be a picnic at night in this piano graveyard of yours. I'm actually a pianist and when Amber saw me play the piano for the first time, was when we connected for the first time. This is the ultimate date, Myra," I rant.
