selection, and it was clear they’d seen right through her act. Trying not
to be too shaken with disappointment that the dress wasn’t coming home with her
after all, she focused her scattered attention on the call. “What’d ya find for
me?”
“Hi
to you too.” He jokingly said.
“Sorry,
lots on my mind.” Reagan breathed deeply and began again. “Hi.” It came out
overly enthusiastic.
“Hi.”
There was a brief, but thoughtful, pause on the other side of the line. “You
okay?”
Reagan
sighed. “No. No, I’m not okay, actually. I found the perfect dress for Petra’s
party in a little store on campus. It fit perfectly, it looked perfect...but
the price was not perfect. So, I don’t know what I’m going to do now. I have nothing to wear to this thing and you
know how she is about details. Everything has to be... perfect.” She sighed.
“How
much was it?”
“Six
thousand dollars.”
“So,
no dress?” Ian sounded confused, and Reagan was confused by his confusion. Did he have six thousand dollars for a
dress? Because if he did, they needed to have a little conversation about that.
“No.
No dress because I don’t have six thousand dollars. I don’t even have six hundred dollars, my scholarship isn’t that generous and neither is my mom. She’s
already complaining about paying for my transmission. And now I don’t have
anything to wear and the party’s three days away and I have no idea what I’m
going to do.” Reagan stopped to take a deep breath before she exploded. “So
there you have it. I’m boyfriendless, dressless, and energyless at this point.”
“Sorry
to hear that. I would’ve loved to see you in it.”
“You
don’t even know what it looked like.” She half laughed.
“Yeah,
but I’d love to see how you look when you feel perfect.”
Reagan
had to roll the comment over a couple times before she really understood the
depth of it. He hadn’t said when she looked perfect, like most guys she knew would’ve. He’d said when she felt perfect. He’d said that, right? Or
maybe she was imagining it...
“It’s
okay. Why were you calling again?” Surely
not to hear me moan about my pathetic existence , she reprimanded herself.
“I
found some information on your dream guy.”
“He’s
not my dream guy. I mean, I don’t really know yet. Ya know?”
Ian
gave in and laughed good-naturedly. “Right. Anyway. Turns out the guy’s a
senior, has had six appearances in the local paper for his stupendous soccer
achievements, drives a BMW X6 that daddy paid for, and has gotten two speeding
tickets in it that I know of. He has no pets, no siblings, and more importantly
for you, no girlfriend at the moment. Actually, I couldn’t find proof that he’s
ever even had a girlfriend to tell you the truth. Oh, and his Facebook wall is
really, really boring by the way. If you ask me, this guy hasn’t had much of a
life.”
Reagan
would’ve liked to point out that no one had asked him, but refrained and teased
instead…
“Well,
not everyone can be as exciting as you, Ian.”
“That’s
very true.”
“Thanks
for doing that. That was cool of you.” But as Reagan looked toward traffic to
cross the road, she caught from the corner of her eye a very distant glimpse of
Brett. Speak of the devil... He was
leaving the athletic building, still in practice clothes, with a gym bag draped
over his shoulder. And though he
appeared to be going in the opposite direction Reagan was headed, he was alone.
She’d be going way out of her way, way out of her way, but it was worth the chance. Who knew what kind of opportunity
it could open up... “Let me call you back later,” Reagan finally said, “I just
saw something I want to check into.”
“Okay.”
The
hint of disappointment she heard in his voice lingered with her for a while
after she disconnected the call.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The
irony of her situation hadn’t escaped her. Reagan realized she was not only
fully
to be too shaken with disappointment that the dress wasn’t coming home with her
after all, she focused her scattered attention on the call. “What’d ya find for
me?”
“Hi
to you too.” He jokingly said.
“Sorry,
lots on my mind.” Reagan breathed deeply and began again. “Hi.” It came out
overly enthusiastic.
“Hi.”
There was a brief, but thoughtful, pause on the other side of the line. “You
okay?”
Reagan
sighed. “No. No, I’m not okay, actually. I found the perfect dress for Petra’s
party in a little store on campus. It fit perfectly, it looked perfect...but
the price was not perfect. So, I don’t know what I’m going to do now. I have nothing to wear to this thing and you
know how she is about details. Everything has to be... perfect.” She sighed.
“How
much was it?”
“Six
thousand dollars.”
“So,
no dress?” Ian sounded confused, and Reagan was confused by his confusion. Did he have six thousand dollars for a
dress? Because if he did, they needed to have a little conversation about that.
“No.
No dress because I don’t have six thousand dollars. I don’t even have six hundred dollars, my scholarship isn’t that generous and neither is my mom. She’s
already complaining about paying for my transmission. And now I don’t have
anything to wear and the party’s three days away and I have no idea what I’m
going to do.” Reagan stopped to take a deep breath before she exploded. “So
there you have it. I’m boyfriendless, dressless, and energyless at this point.”
“Sorry
to hear that. I would’ve loved to see you in it.”
“You
don’t even know what it looked like.” She half laughed.
“Yeah,
but I’d love to see how you look when you feel perfect.”
Reagan
had to roll the comment over a couple times before she really understood the
depth of it. He hadn’t said when she looked perfect, like most guys she knew would’ve. He’d said when she felt perfect. He’d said that, right? Or
maybe she was imagining it...
“It’s
okay. Why were you calling again?” Surely
not to hear me moan about my pathetic existence , she reprimanded herself.
“I
found some information on your dream guy.”
“He’s
not my dream guy. I mean, I don’t really know yet. Ya know?”
Ian
gave in and laughed good-naturedly. “Right. Anyway. Turns out the guy’s a
senior, has had six appearances in the local paper for his stupendous soccer
achievements, drives a BMW X6 that daddy paid for, and has gotten two speeding
tickets in it that I know of. He has no pets, no siblings, and more importantly
for you, no girlfriend at the moment. Actually, I couldn’t find proof that he’s
ever even had a girlfriend to tell you the truth. Oh, and his Facebook wall is
really, really boring by the way. If you ask me, this guy hasn’t had much of a
life.”
Reagan
would’ve liked to point out that no one had asked him, but refrained and teased
instead…
“Well,
not everyone can be as exciting as you, Ian.”
“That’s
very true.”
“Thanks
for doing that. That was cool of you.” But as Reagan looked toward traffic to
cross the road, she caught from the corner of her eye a very distant glimpse of
Brett. Speak of the devil... He was
leaving the athletic building, still in practice clothes, with a gym bag draped
over his shoulder. And though he
appeared to be going in the opposite direction Reagan was headed, he was alone.
She’d be going way out of her way, way out of her way, but it was worth the chance. Who knew what kind of opportunity
it could open up... “Let me call you back later,” Reagan finally said, “I just
saw something I want to check into.”
“Okay.”
The
hint of disappointment she heard in his voice lingered with her for a while
after she disconnected the call.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The
irony of her situation hadn’t escaped her. Reagan realized she was not only
fully
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