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“Me too”

“Between you andfor you”

I fight the smile that wants to claim my face

“Good to know,” I say

With a shrug, she pulls the door open and the sound of cheesy pop music blares from inside

“Anyway … guess I’ll see you inside”

“Yep,” I say I take anotherin

Last night at the festival, she asked if I’d ever considered finding a nice girl andsomeone else half as ht of her ood he has it … makes me sicker

I head in, stepping into a gy Top 40 er years Whoever planned this oddamned prom

“Hey, Wyatt!” A freckled blonde stops halfway across the basketball court “So good to see you”

“Yeah …” I scan her face, trying to place it somewhere in my memory

“Meghan,” she says with a hurt shan Cliff”

“Yes, Meghan, hey,” I pretend I have any idea who she is My high school years were a blur—except when I ith Blaire Time stood still with her It always did “Good to see you”

I scan the room in search of her and find her by the punch bowl in a little black dress that hugs her in all the right places (and looks exceptionally out of place in this crowd)

The Usher song blaring through the speakers fades into Joe Nichols’ Gi that always made me think of her back then … when she was the jeans-and-a-t-shirt girl withon

She smiles when she notices me

“Hi,” I say over the song

“I ondering if you were going to show” She ed up at one side as she pops her hips and does a silly little dance—the only one dancing in this entire gy da to be a wet blanket, you can help me find my old locker”

Punch cup in hand, sheher hips to the rhyth every step of the way

I steal a gliht dress and it takes ood old days, when I’d do the sa cut-off shorts