Also, I didn’t know we were supposed to buy couches on Presidents’ Day. My family has some catching up to do. Speaking of catching up … How are you? Everything okay?
I tucked the letter into place, angry at myself. I felt like some addict who couldn’t kick a habit. And this made me even angrier at Cade. But this was the last day before Thanksgiving break. A weeklong break would surely cure me of my need. It would be like a detox. An even better detox, I thought with a smile, would be going out with Lucas. In about eight hours, I’d be doing just that.
Day four of detention. Only six more days to go. It hadn’t been too bad so far, I thought as I opened the door to start my time.
And then I walked in and saw Sasha sitting in the seat I normally sat in, toward the back of the room.
Of course she’d steal my seat. It’s what she did.
I wondered what she’d done to land in detention today. She should’ve been the one here all along considering I was fulfilling her sentence.
I claimed a seat on the opposite side of the room. There was a pretty senior girl sitting next to Sasha. I didn’t know her name but the two of them were chattering away. I tried to drown them out by sketching a shirt design into my book. Shirts were much harder to sew than skirts, but I was ready to try my hand at it. I’d come up with a cute wide-necked crop-top idea. I had pulled out my sewing machine the night before and found the best material in my scraps. I just needed to figure out how to piece it all together.
I was doing an excellent job in my goal of shutting out Sasha’s loud voice when I heard her speak his name: Cade.
My ears pricked up.
“Are you and Cade together now?” the senior girl asked Sasha.
I was curious about that as well. My pencil paused on the bow I was drawing.
“Yes,” Sasha said happily.
“How’d that happen?”
“The other day, out of the blue, he asked me out. It was adorable.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why did he ask you out?”
“Why not? You should be asking what took him so long. He finally realized what he was missing.”
I continued drawing. Fine. Great. Sasha and Cade were together. The world was now well ordered. Cade had found his perfect match.
The band, Frequent Stops, was loud but awesome. I would definitely be downloading some of their songs when I got home. I wondered if Cade had ever heard of them before. I’d have to write to him and tell him to add Frequent Stops to his playlist— No. I wouldn’t do that. What was wrong with me?
I glanced at Lucas. His club wardrobe wasn’t much different than his school one, minus the earbuds—jeans and a tee. We’d been here for an hour. Gabriel and Isabel had driven down to Phoenix with me, Isabel talking the entire time, seeming to know how nervous I was. The nerves were mostly unfounded. Lucas was waiting for me outside, with his adorable shaggy, long hair, and he’d given me a slow smile. I’d introduced him to Isabel and Gabriel and we’d all gone inside together, a red underage bracelet attached to each of our wrists.
Now we all stood fifteen feet back from the stage, a little too close to the speakers to hold a normal conversation. I told myself that I hadn’t led us there on purpose.
I’d prove it by talking. “Do you like the band?” I yelled to Lucas.
“What?” He put a hand to his ear and leaned closer.
“Do you like the band?”
He nodded.
“Do you listen to a lot of this kind of music?”
“What?”
“Is this your taste in music?” I asked when he leaned in again, his shoulder brushing mine.
“I like variety,” he replied.
“I wonder how similar our playlists are.”
“What?”
“Never mind.” Maybe I had placed us here on purpose.
Isabel tapped my arm then mimed drinking from a cup. “Getting water. Be right back.”
“Okay.”
Lucas said something I couldn’t understand. Maybe we both needed to take a cue from Isabel and start miming.
“What?” I leaned close to him this time.
“Do you want something to drink, too?” he asked, gesturing toward where Isabel and Gabriel were walking toward the bar behind us. It was a small crowd tonight, like it usually was with lesser-known bands.
The lead singer on stage was wailing into the microphone, sweat dripping down his temple.
“I’m okay. Maybe when they break,” I told Lucas.
Lucas either heard me that time or understood my hand motions because he turned his attention back to the front as well.