"No, Dana," I said. "Just take me back to the
post office now."
"What? Why?" he whined. "We've only been
gone a few minutes."
"Just take me back," I said.
"I don't get it. I'm not good enough for you or
something? Why did you change your mind?" "Please, just take me back."
He sat back and slapped the steering wheel in
frustration, so hard it made me wince.
"There are words for girls like you," he said. "I don't need to hear them. Let's just go back,
Dana. Please."
He didn't start the car. He turned to me again
and just stared. I could see his eyes in the moonlight.
They looked like two small balls of fire.
"So, why did you meet me, huh? Why did you
tell Karen I was the best-looking boy in school, your
dream lover? Why did you get me to come to
Sandburg, anyway? What is this, some kind of game
you two play?" he asked, raising his voice with each
question.
"I didn't get you to come here. You said you
were going to be here and told me if I didn't show up I
was square."
"Because Karen told me you would meet me,
that you wanted to meet me. Did you or didn't you?
Well? Why would she lie about it? And you put on
your famous red bikini panties," he added. "Why?" I bit down on my lower lip. What could I say?
They're not mine? I was still wearing them, wasn't I?
And Karen's skirt, too.
I started to cry. I couldn't help it.