marked the years of her childhood. I’d heard she was a tennis player. Was it tennis courts or libraries or performing arts centers?
“Kellen, did you hear me?” My mom poked me in the arm.
I jerked my head around to look at my mom. “Huh?”
“What do you think?” We were stopped at a red light and she was giving me an expectant look.
“About what?”
“About asking Ivy over for dinner as a thank you for all her help.” The light changed and we moved forward. “It’s a tremendous sacrifice on her part to try to go to your classes and keep up with her own.”
I thought about that idea for about two seconds. Today was the first real conversation we’d had since she’d started tutoring me. “Nah, I don’t think so, Mom. We’re not exactly friends.” I readjusted my hat and looked out the window. “Yet,” I whispered to my reflection.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Ivy
I n the end, Mira decided it was too soon to ask Q to Sadie Hawkins. I had gently tried to point out that since the guy had trouble walking, I doubted he wanted to try to dance with a stranger. In combat boots. So, she asked Tank Bergstrom instead, who seemed very happy to say yes.
I asked Brandon, Shelby asked Glen Hawkins and Lily asked Ryan Larsen. We decided to all go together, which was going to be interesting. Tank was a metal head, totally into his music, Brandon was an orchestra geek, Glen was a baseball player and friends with Q, and Ryan was a granola boy but I secretly thought he was a closet pothead. I hadn’t mentioned that to Lily though. But we’d all known each other for the last four years, some of us longer, so I figured it would be fine.
The theme for Sadie Hawkin’s was “Celebrity Night.” Brandon and I decided to go as Pierce Brosnan and Renee Russo from The Thomas Crowne Affair. That way he could wear his orchestra tux and I could take another stab at wearing a fancy dress. I was pretty sure no one would recognize which celebrities we were, but it would still be fun to pretend we wereber-rich. And Mira had a short red wig I could borrow and a ton of costume jewelry. Hopefully, no one would puke on me.
The four of us planned to get ready at The Mansion. I was the first to arrive and ran up the grand staircase to Mira’s room. She was going as Lady Gaga and Tank was going to be her lead guitarist. Hardly a stretch for either of them. Mira was sitting in front of her big white vanity, the one from Pottery Barn, putting on some outrageous makeup when I got there.
“Nice boots.” I motioned to her hot pink combat boots. She was wearing a super short dress that revealed a lot of leg. “What are you going to wear with them?”
“Ha ha, very funny,” Mira said, not even pausing in her application of fake eyelashes. A hot pink lightning bolt colored one whole side of her face.
“Lucky thing you have good legs,” I said. “Tank’s going to like that outfit.”
Mira grinned at me over her shoulder. “Too bad Q’s not going to see me.”
I laughed. “Probably better he’s not. You’d probably give him a heart attack.”
Mira stuck her finger in her mouth then touched it to her hip. ‘Siiizzzzzz. Too hot to handle.”
I rolled my eyes and snorted. “Whatever.”
She shooed me with her hand. “Get your dress on. Shelby and Lily are going to be here any minute.”
I pulled my dress from the garment bag.
“Ohhhh, that’s pretty,” Mira said.
It was a dress I had worn for a few piano showcases. Black and glittering, it was tight enough to show off my slim figure, and hit me just above the knees. Plus, I had a great pair of black heels that went with it. Elegant but sexy, sort of like one of the dresses Renee Russo had worn in the movie – this one just wasn’t see-through like hers had been. Thankfully.
Shelby and Lily arrived a few moments later. Glen was going as Edgar Martinez, a retired Mariners baseball player (big surprise) so Shelby decided to dress up as a cheerleader. Somehow she’d found
“Kellen, did you hear me?” My mom poked me in the arm.
I jerked my head around to look at my mom. “Huh?”
“What do you think?” We were stopped at a red light and she was giving me an expectant look.
“About what?”
“About asking Ivy over for dinner as a thank you for all her help.” The light changed and we moved forward. “It’s a tremendous sacrifice on her part to try to go to your classes and keep up with her own.”
I thought about that idea for about two seconds. Today was the first real conversation we’d had since she’d started tutoring me. “Nah, I don’t think so, Mom. We’re not exactly friends.” I readjusted my hat and looked out the window. “Yet,” I whispered to my reflection.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Ivy
I n the end, Mira decided it was too soon to ask Q to Sadie Hawkins. I had gently tried to point out that since the guy had trouble walking, I doubted he wanted to try to dance with a stranger. In combat boots. So, she asked Tank Bergstrom instead, who seemed very happy to say yes.
I asked Brandon, Shelby asked Glen Hawkins and Lily asked Ryan Larsen. We decided to all go together, which was going to be interesting. Tank was a metal head, totally into his music, Brandon was an orchestra geek, Glen was a baseball player and friends with Q, and Ryan was a granola boy but I secretly thought he was a closet pothead. I hadn’t mentioned that to Lily though. But we’d all known each other for the last four years, some of us longer, so I figured it would be fine.
The theme for Sadie Hawkin’s was “Celebrity Night.” Brandon and I decided to go as Pierce Brosnan and Renee Russo from The Thomas Crowne Affair. That way he could wear his orchestra tux and I could take another stab at wearing a fancy dress. I was pretty sure no one would recognize which celebrities we were, but it would still be fun to pretend we wereber-rich. And Mira had a short red wig I could borrow and a ton of costume jewelry. Hopefully, no one would puke on me.
The four of us planned to get ready at The Mansion. I was the first to arrive and ran up the grand staircase to Mira’s room. She was going as Lady Gaga and Tank was going to be her lead guitarist. Hardly a stretch for either of them. Mira was sitting in front of her big white vanity, the one from Pottery Barn, putting on some outrageous makeup when I got there.
“Nice boots.” I motioned to her hot pink combat boots. She was wearing a super short dress that revealed a lot of leg. “What are you going to wear with them?”
“Ha ha, very funny,” Mira said, not even pausing in her application of fake eyelashes. A hot pink lightning bolt colored one whole side of her face.
“Lucky thing you have good legs,” I said. “Tank’s going to like that outfit.”
Mira grinned at me over her shoulder. “Too bad Q’s not going to see me.”
I laughed. “Probably better he’s not. You’d probably give him a heart attack.”
Mira stuck her finger in her mouth then touched it to her hip. ‘Siiizzzzzz. Too hot to handle.”
I rolled my eyes and snorted. “Whatever.”
She shooed me with her hand. “Get your dress on. Shelby and Lily are going to be here any minute.”
I pulled my dress from the garment bag.
“Ohhhh, that’s pretty,” Mira said.
It was a dress I had worn for a few piano showcases. Black and glittering, it was tight enough to show off my slim figure, and hit me just above the knees. Plus, I had a great pair of black heels that went with it. Elegant but sexy, sort of like one of the dresses Renee Russo had worn in the movie – this one just wasn’t see-through like hers had been. Thankfully.
Shelby and Lily arrived a few moments later. Glen was going as Edgar Martinez, a retired Mariners baseball player (big surprise) so Shelby decided to dress up as a cheerleader. Somehow she’d found
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