“Listen—”
“I didn’t mean for you to take it that way. I’m sorry.”
“No. No. I am. I mean, seriously, like Tray Evans would be remotely interested in me. Really.”
“He would be if he were a great guy,” I said sincerely.
“Please.” She laughed. “We both know what kind of guy goes for me.”
“I asked Larkins to come because he chewed my ass for you, when I told you about Travers.”
“Really,” she murmured, blinking in surprise.
“Yeah. The guy’s got backbone. Not many do. Those are the ones worth grabbing.”
“So. Tonight…?”
“Be ready by ten. I’ll have Tray call you for directions. He really is taking you and Larkins. He owes me.”
“Wow.”
“What?”
“I mean…still…Tray Evans. The hottest guy in school—he rules this school—and he’s going to be picking me up.”
I grinned. “Make sure your mom is watching out the windows. Not only are you going to a sin-infested party, but the devil, himself, is picking you up. Think of all the worries that’ll go in her head.”
“Why aren’t you coming with us?”
“I’ll show, but I’ve got something else I need to deal with first,” I promised.
“Ok,” giving me a piece of paper, she said, “that’s my number.”
“I’ll give it to Tray.”
“Put it in your phone too.” Molly smiled, suddenly flushing as she turned and darted down the hallway.
Maybe I’ll get to keep her as a friend after all.
Crossing the lawn, I stopped and just waited. I saw Garrett break from his hackey-sack (that was the sport!) and jog over to me.
“Ice Bitch,” he called out warmly.
I chuckled, I couldn’t help it.
“Give me your number,” I greeted him, getting straight to business.
He flicked out a business card.
“Nice,” I murmured.
“Just tell me when to be ready, baby.”
“Be ready at ten. You’ll get a call.”
“Ready and waiting. Ready and waiting,” he taunted, grinning knowingly at me.
Turning my back to him, I smiled widely, anticipating his reaction when he realized who exactly his ride was.