stuff, guys,” he said. “What’s it called?”
“No help from your friends,” Antonia said.
“Maybe we should let them put their brains together,” I said. Especially since one of the guys who walked over was hot and I wouldn’t mind him hanging out for a while. They huddled for a minute, whispering, and Amber giggled. “This is fun,” she said. I checked out the score on the TV while the guys were busy.
“Okay, we have an answer,” he announced. “Blush.”
“Very good. That’s three. One more.”
“Did you already do mascara?” Hot Guy asked.
“Yeah, and lipstick.”
“ Is there anything else?” the other guy, a redhead, asked.
“So much more,” Amber assured them.
The original guy snapped his fingers. “Oh, oh, what about that brown stuff they use to cover their zits and stuff.”
Antonia gasped and I laughed. “What’s it called?”
“No idea.”
Hot Guy studied me for a minute and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “What’s the stuff on their eyelids?” he asked. I had almost forgotten I had stuff on my eyelids. Stuff all over my face.
“Shadow something . . . eye shadow!” the first guy yelled. “Passed.”
“You still have three more questions, and that was the easy one,” Amber said.
“Bring it.”
The redhead grabbed another chair. There were three of them and four of us. How did that work, I wondered, when we were odd-numbered like that? Hot Guy hovered by my side of the booth, and since I sat on the end, I scooted over and offered him the seat next to me. He took it. He smelled really good, like cherry ChapStick and something clean . . . laundry detergent, maybe.
“My turn,” Amber said. “Name two updo hairstyles.”
“Updo?” the first guy asked.
“Yes, hairstyles where your hair is up instead of down.”
“Ponytail,” Redhead said.
“Okay, I’ll count that. One more.”
“What’s that twisty one called?” the first guy asked.
They all shrugged. I had no idea what it was called either. It was sad that I was following their thought processes more than the girls’, who were laughing smugly.
“What about the librarian ball thingy?”
“A bun. It’s totally a bun. Next question.”
Antonia was quick with her question, as though she’d thought of it the minute she heard the game. “What is the sheer second skin we wear on our legs like pants?”
“Nylons,” Redhead answered without a second thought.
The other two looked at him and groaned.
“What?” he said. “I was in a play.”
“Then you should know all these answers.”
“Whatever.”
“Okay, last question,” the first guy said, looking at Savannah. She pursed her lips together as though trying to think of something they would never guess. Then her eyes lit up. “Who wrote Pride and Prejudice ?”
Everyone went instantly silent.
“A little help here,” the guy next to me said under his breath.
“Absolutely no idea,” I said.
“Shouldn’t all the girls in the group be able to answer the question as well?” he said aloud, calling me out.
“I assure you every girl will know the answer to that.”
I tried to give Amber wide eyes, telling her not to make any such assurances.
“Then if all of you can’t, we win by default?” he asked.
“You are such a punk,” I said, and he smiled, his eyes lighting up.
“Yeah, okay,” Amber agreed to his addendum.
I raised my hand in shame. “I don’t know the answer.”
The guys cheered, and Savannah huffed playfully and threw a wadded-up napkin at me.
“Sorry,” I said, holding up my hands to fend off the other napkins that came flying my way.
“So, what do we win?” Hot Guy asked.
“We get to hang out for thirty minutes,” the first guy said. “They weren’t going to give us the time of day.”
Hot Guy met my eyes. “Now we get the time of day?” My heart gave a flip.
“Apparently.”
“What does the time of day entail?”
I shrugged.
“Names, definitely names,” the first guy
“No help from your friends,” Antonia said.
“Maybe we should let them put their brains together,” I said. Especially since one of the guys who walked over was hot and I wouldn’t mind him hanging out for a while. They huddled for a minute, whispering, and Amber giggled. “This is fun,” she said. I checked out the score on the TV while the guys were busy.
“Okay, we have an answer,” he announced. “Blush.”
“Very good. That’s three. One more.”
“Did you already do mascara?” Hot Guy asked.
“Yeah, and lipstick.”
“ Is there anything else?” the other guy, a redhead, asked.
“So much more,” Amber assured them.
The original guy snapped his fingers. “Oh, oh, what about that brown stuff they use to cover their zits and stuff.”
Antonia gasped and I laughed. “What’s it called?”
“No idea.”
Hot Guy studied me for a minute and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “What’s the stuff on their eyelids?” he asked. I had almost forgotten I had stuff on my eyelids. Stuff all over my face.
“Shadow something . . . eye shadow!” the first guy yelled. “Passed.”
“You still have three more questions, and that was the easy one,” Amber said.
“Bring it.”
The redhead grabbed another chair. There were three of them and four of us. How did that work, I wondered, when we were odd-numbered like that? Hot Guy hovered by my side of the booth, and since I sat on the end, I scooted over and offered him the seat next to me. He took it. He smelled really good, like cherry ChapStick and something clean . . . laundry detergent, maybe.
“My turn,” Amber said. “Name two updo hairstyles.”
“Updo?” the first guy asked.
“Yes, hairstyles where your hair is up instead of down.”
“Ponytail,” Redhead said.
“Okay, I’ll count that. One more.”
“What’s that twisty one called?” the first guy asked.
They all shrugged. I had no idea what it was called either. It was sad that I was following their thought processes more than the girls’, who were laughing smugly.
“What about the librarian ball thingy?”
“A bun. It’s totally a bun. Next question.”
Antonia was quick with her question, as though she’d thought of it the minute she heard the game. “What is the sheer second skin we wear on our legs like pants?”
“Nylons,” Redhead answered without a second thought.
The other two looked at him and groaned.
“What?” he said. “I was in a play.”
“Then you should know all these answers.”
“Whatever.”
“Okay, last question,” the first guy said, looking at Savannah. She pursed her lips together as though trying to think of something they would never guess. Then her eyes lit up. “Who wrote Pride and Prejudice ?”
Everyone went instantly silent.
“A little help here,” the guy next to me said under his breath.
“Absolutely no idea,” I said.
“Shouldn’t all the girls in the group be able to answer the question as well?” he said aloud, calling me out.
“I assure you every girl will know the answer to that.”
I tried to give Amber wide eyes, telling her not to make any such assurances.
“Then if all of you can’t, we win by default?” he asked.
“You are such a punk,” I said, and he smiled, his eyes lighting up.
“Yeah, okay,” Amber agreed to his addendum.
I raised my hand in shame. “I don’t know the answer.”
The guys cheered, and Savannah huffed playfully and threw a wadded-up napkin at me.
“Sorry,” I said, holding up my hands to fend off the other napkins that came flying my way.
“So, what do we win?” Hot Guy asked.
“We get to hang out for thirty minutes,” the first guy said. “They weren’t going to give us the time of day.”
Hot Guy met my eyes. “Now we get the time of day?” My heart gave a flip.
“Apparently.”
“What does the time of day entail?”
I shrugged.
“Names, definitely names,” the first guy
Similar Books
