The Fill-In Boyfriend
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“And you and your friends passed. I think we’ll pass this time.”
So he hadn’t forgotten.
The other members, even Nate, nodded in agreement and the bass player said, “The sound equipment you guys had set up that day and at prom sucked. Hard. Metallica would’ve sucked playing on your equipment.”
“Who’s Metallica?”
Marcus grunted. “You’re the person in charge of music? Seriously, what have we done to deserve this form of punishment? How are you qualified to pick a band?”
“I’m not. At all.”
He opened his mouth as if he were going to argue but then paused before saying, “Exactly.”
“But I liked what I heard tonight. Will you play for sober grad night? Please. I came here to personally extend an invite.”
He looked me up and down and I wished Nate would say something, stick up for me, but he seemed to be letting Marcus call the shots. I didn’t blame him. “I don’t know. I have to talk to the band. Maybe.”
“Will you text me and let me know?” I handed him a card with my number on it.
He stared at it then shoved it in his back pocket. “Gia Montgomery is giving me her phone number. Wow.”
“If you guys won’t play . . . maybe you can refer us to a band that will because, as you pointed out, I am so not qualified to pick one.”
“Sure.”
“Thanks.” I reached out to shake his hand and he gave me a fist bump. “How long have you all been playing together?”
“Two years.”
“Do you write your own music?”
“We do.”
“Well, I can tell you work hard. Thanks again.” I headed for the door.
“Bye, Gia,” Nate called. I smiled and left. When I was almost to my car, I heard someone call after me. I turned around to see Marcus stroll up.
“Hey, we’ll think about sober grad, okay?”
I smiled. “I know, you already said that.”
“But this time I mean it.”
“Oh.”
“See ya.” And with that he walked away.
CHAPTER 31
For the first time in as long as I could remember, I didn’t invite Claire and Laney over to help me get ready for my date with Hayden. If this was a real date. His sister had basically forced him to ask me to the play. She was most likely still working on her agenda of keeping Eve away from him. I even thought Bec might tag along with us, but when he showed up Friday night without Bec and kissed my hand at the door, I began to think that maybe it really was a date.
“You look gorgeous, as always, Gia.”
“Thank you. You do too.”
“You think I’m gorgeous?”
“I did handpick you out of a parking lot to play my date. You think I would’ve handpicked just any guy?”
“Well, now here’s where that sends a mixed message. ‘Handpicking’ implies there were many to choose from. There was just me. So yes, I think you would’ve picked just any guy.”
“Then I guess I was lucky you were gorgeous.”
“Yeah, you were.”
I shoved his arm and he laughed.
There was no other physical contact all the way to the theater, and when I had convinced myself again that he had just invited me along as a friend, we entered the low-lit theater and he linked hands with me. My heart gave a jump of happiness. He pointed out some seats in the middle section and we made our way there. We were sidestepping down the aisle when someone called his name.
We both turned toward the voice, and Spencer, his friend from the party, waved. “Is there an extra seat down there?” he asked.
Hayden nodded and Spencer joined us, taking the seat on the other side of Hayden when we sat down.
“Hi. It’s Gia, right?”
“Yes. Hi again.”
Back to Hayden he asked, “Did you see Eve?”
Hayden gestured with his head. “Yes, she’s a few rows back.”
Eve was here? Bec probably knew she’d come to this. So this was all another act?
No. I couldn’t let myself think that way. Just because I wasn’t sure of Bec’s motivations didn’t mean I couldn’t trust Hayden’s. He wanted me here. We weren’t pretending tonight. It was just a coincidence that Eve was here. Except . . . he’d pretended for me when we coincidentally ran into Jules in front of the ice cream shop. Was that what was happening now? Was that why he grabbed my hand? Even with that thought, I wasn’t willing to let go this time. I squeezed his hand harder. He caught my eye, and squeezed back.
Spencer craned his neck around. “Where’s Ryan?”
“You know how he feels about these things.”
“Don’t we all feel that way?” He clapped Hayden on the back. “Oh, right, except you. You actually like watching people sing and dance. I forgot.”
“You don’t have to be here, Spencer.” Hayden’s voice was light, but I couldn’t help remember what Bec had said about all his friends liking different things than he did. Why was Spencer here anyway?
“You know I’m just messing with you. You’ve conditioned me. But I’m not used to sitting next to you during these things. I’m used to watching you.”
Hayden said something I couldn’t hear to Spencer, who laughed. Then Hayden turned back to me. “You’re going to love this.”
“I’m sure I will.” I looked at the program Spencer held. “Into the Woods. Like the movie?”