McCartney to appear so I didn’t have to keep standing around by myself like a total loser. Feeling a bit restless, I started biting my fingernails while I examined my feet nervously.
“That’s a nasty habit,” McCartney said as she walked up behind me, hooking her arm in mine. Then we began to walk toward the noisy cafeteria together.
“I was standing there by myself for
ever
,” I said, frowning. “Where were you?”
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that,” McCartney answered with a devilish grin. “Besides, I figured Phin would be around.”
“He was hungry.”
“Want me to side kick that boy for ditching you?” McCartney asked.
“You can side kick
yourself
for making me wait for you,” I said. “But seriously, what have you been up to? You’ve got that !‘You can’t see my devil horns, but they’re there’ look.”
“Who? Me?” McCartney asked, feigning innocence. When I raised my eyebrows at her, she added, “You’ll see soon enough.”
“Should I be scared?”
“Have I ever let you down?” McCartney asked as we walked into the lunchroom. She paused mid-step. “Wait, don’t answer that.”
We stared around the room, trying to locate Phin. Instead, my eyes fell on Dan and the group of guys that were lounging around his table. They were talking in low voices and laughing. Every once in a while, one of the guys would slap Dan on the shoulder or give him a high five.
I suddenly got the urge to turn around and spend my lunch hour in the bathroom near the band room, but McCartney gripped my arm even tighter to make sure I stayed put. I could tell that she’d also seen Dan and his buddies.
Then McCartney started to pull me toward their table, even as I tried to get out of her tight grip.
“What are you doing?” I hissed through clenched teeth. “I do
not
want to go over there!”
McCartney ignored me and didn’t stop until the two of us were standing right behind Dan. My cheeks began to burn red and I looked around helplessly trying to find the nearest exit.
“Daaaannn,” McCartney said, in a sing-songy voice. “Heard you had a wild time Friday night.”
“Yeah…” Dan answered automatically as he turned around. He stopped talking once he saw us standing behind him.
A few of the guys snickered and stared at us as if we were novelty gifts.
“Why don’t you tell us about it?” McCartney asked, smoothly. “And don’t leave out a single, juicy detail.”
I thought he was going to break, admit he’d lied and maybe even apologize, but it didn’t happen. Instead, he recovered quickly and let his mouth slide into his signature smile. “Well, a gentleman never tells,” He said, folding his arms behind his head and leaning back in his chair.
“You know, that’s what I’ve heard,” McCartney said sweetly, a sparkle in her eyes. Leaning in to whisper the next part to the table, she added, “I’ve also heard you’re not exactly a gentleman.”
“Oh, really, McCartney? So what am I then?” Dan asked, chuckling and looking at the guys around him like this was the most ridiculous thing ever.
“Actually, I’ve heard that you’re kind of the opposite,” McCartney said, still smiling. “You know. The kind of guy who gets no action, but tells everyone that he did. Kind of makes you wonder how many other things you’ve lied about. Are you sure
you’re
not the one with no experience?”
I looked around us and noticed that the whole caf had stopped eating and was hanging onto every word. I swallowed thickly as I turned my attention back to McCartney and the guys.
Dan’s smile drooped into a frown as he noticed we had an audience too. “Why would I have to make something like that up?” He asked, his seat hitting the floor again. “She’s the one who’s all obsessed with kissing.”
“It must have really freaked you out to have to make up a rumor like that, huh?” McCartney asked, pushing him even farther. “I mean, how often does Dan
“That’s a nasty habit,” McCartney said as she walked up behind me, hooking her arm in mine. Then we began to walk toward the noisy cafeteria together.
“I was standing there by myself for
ever
,” I said, frowning. “Where were you?”
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that,” McCartney answered with a devilish grin. “Besides, I figured Phin would be around.”
“He was hungry.”
“Want me to side kick that boy for ditching you?” McCartney asked.
“You can side kick
yourself
for making me wait for you,” I said. “But seriously, what have you been up to? You’ve got that !‘You can’t see my devil horns, but they’re there’ look.”
“Who? Me?” McCartney asked, feigning innocence. When I raised my eyebrows at her, she added, “You’ll see soon enough.”
“Should I be scared?”
“Have I ever let you down?” McCartney asked as we walked into the lunchroom. She paused mid-step. “Wait, don’t answer that.”
We stared around the room, trying to locate Phin. Instead, my eyes fell on Dan and the group of guys that were lounging around his table. They were talking in low voices and laughing. Every once in a while, one of the guys would slap Dan on the shoulder or give him a high five.
I suddenly got the urge to turn around and spend my lunch hour in the bathroom near the band room, but McCartney gripped my arm even tighter to make sure I stayed put. I could tell that she’d also seen Dan and his buddies.
Then McCartney started to pull me toward their table, even as I tried to get out of her tight grip.
“What are you doing?” I hissed through clenched teeth. “I do
not
want to go over there!”
McCartney ignored me and didn’t stop until the two of us were standing right behind Dan. My cheeks began to burn red and I looked around helplessly trying to find the nearest exit.
“Daaaannn,” McCartney said, in a sing-songy voice. “Heard you had a wild time Friday night.”
“Yeah…” Dan answered automatically as he turned around. He stopped talking once he saw us standing behind him.
A few of the guys snickered and stared at us as if we were novelty gifts.
“Why don’t you tell us about it?” McCartney asked, smoothly. “And don’t leave out a single, juicy detail.”
I thought he was going to break, admit he’d lied and maybe even apologize, but it didn’t happen. Instead, he recovered quickly and let his mouth slide into his signature smile. “Well, a gentleman never tells,” He said, folding his arms behind his head and leaning back in his chair.
“You know, that’s what I’ve heard,” McCartney said sweetly, a sparkle in her eyes. Leaning in to whisper the next part to the table, she added, “I’ve also heard you’re not exactly a gentleman.”
“Oh, really, McCartney? So what am I then?” Dan asked, chuckling and looking at the guys around him like this was the most ridiculous thing ever.
“Actually, I’ve heard that you’re kind of the opposite,” McCartney said, still smiling. “You know. The kind of guy who gets no action, but tells everyone that he did. Kind of makes you wonder how many other things you’ve lied about. Are you sure
you’re
not the one with no experience?”
I looked around us and noticed that the whole caf had stopped eating and was hanging onto every word. I swallowed thickly as I turned my attention back to McCartney and the guys.
Dan’s smile drooped into a frown as he noticed we had an audience too. “Why would I have to make something like that up?” He asked, his seat hitting the floor again. “She’s the one who’s all obsessed with kissing.”
“It must have really freaked you out to have to make up a rumor like that, huh?” McCartney asked, pushing him even farther. “I mean, how often does Dan
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