over to Mia. I recognized her from the previous day in English class. âHey girl,â she said to Mia.
âHi.â Mia adopted a much lighter tone than the one she had used with me.
âLove your skirt,â Sadie said.
âThanks.â Mia smoothed the sides of her painted-on, metal-embellished black skirt. âDid you tell Riley about the new song?â
Sadie nodded. âTotal approval.â
âWhew.â Mia smiled. âThanks.â She started to walk again, and I followed, feeling a little bit like a dog. I couldnât quite get a handle on Mia. She wasnât mean to me, and I didnât exactly feel invisible, but she seemed very wary of me for some reason.
âSo,â she said, turning toward me. âHow exactly is it that you became friends with Quinton?â
âWe sort of . . . bumped into each other at the park.â
She looked me over with an intrigued expression, like she wondered if bumped into each other was code for bumping and grinding. I almost jumped in to correct her, but then I decided to let Mia wonder if I was the kind of girl Quinton would go for. It was thrilling to even pretend of the possibility. This was my reinvention, after all. I followed her behind the house to the backyard, where there was a large brick patioâperfect for a stage. Several people stood around a stone fire pit where an actual fire was sizzlingâa fire! In this heat! Insanity! But the flickering yellow and orange flames sent waves of amber light into the darkening sky, and it did set a nice mood.
Mia scanned the area in planning mode when a burly guy, tall and gorgeousâlooking a little like Taylor Lautnerâwalked over. His eyes were semi-closed under thick black eyebrows and he wore an expression like maybe the English language was too hard to muster right now.
âHey sweetie!â Mia cooed, reaching up to stroke his mammoth bicep. âAre you having fun? Do you need another drink?â
I realized this must be JakeâMiaâs boyfriend.
He shook his head.
âYour party is great. â Mia tilted her chin up at himâmaybe waiting for a kiss, or maybe just trying to close the gap in their height difference. âI mean, like, everyone is here. Everyone!â
He looked over at me and Mia followed his gaze. âAre you that chick whoâs doing a hypnosis show?â Jake asked, shocking me that he could, indeed, speak. âQuinton said you had weird eyes.â
I didnât know whether to be happy that Quinton was talking about me or upset because heâd called my eyes weird. At the park heâd said wicked . Wicked was much better than weird .
âYes,â Mia answered for me with a pinched look on her face. âHer name is Willow.â
Jake lumbered in the direction of the patio door. âIâll go tell Quinton. Heâll be psyched.â
Quinton will be psyched. I replayed the words in my head and for a moment, contemplated, could Quintonâbeautiful, tousled, almost-top-of-the-pyramid Quintonâlike me? I quickly squashed that thought and reasoned that he was just excited about seeing his classmates do something funny.
Jake opened the glass French doors and started to walk inside. He paused momentarily, halfway into the threshold, and I wanted to tell him to shut the door or all these softball-size bugs would enter the house, but I kept my mouth shut. He looked back over at me. âYou need anything?â he asked.
âCould you get me a drink?â Mia asked sweetly.
âI meant for the show,â he said.
âOh,â Mia said softly.
I felt uneasy, like I was caught in some kind of a quiet, passive loversâ quarrel. I looked at Jake. âUm, some chairs?â I suggested.
He gestured with his chin toward a collection of wicker patio furniture. âIâll get some folding chairs too.â
âAnd my drink?â Mia asked, slightly desperate.
He disappeared
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