tenths of a point we beat them by, it’s not exactly ‘kicking their ass.’”
Adam, who had been listening, interrupted, “Just who’s Line on you on anyway?”
“Ours, of course. I’m just saying there’s no reason to gloat. You guys saw them out there tonight. If anything, we’re going to have to work that much harder to beat them at the Indoor competitions.”
Lucy didn’t mean to, but she had brought down the excitement level of the bus considerably and decided belatedly it was probably better if she just kept her mouth shut. She slunk back in her seat and thought about what had happened. She was elated her Line had won, but wondered how it would be seeing Sam tomorrow. She didn’t want to gloat, because if the situation was reversed, as it easily could be, she would want him to go easy on her.
Nevada nudged her and asked, “What’s up, Ms. Quiet?”
“Nothing. I was just thinking about how great it was out there on the field tonight.”
Nevada nodded in agreement, and then said, “You know, Homecoming is only two weeks away. Next week a competition, but the week after that, we’ll get to have a good time away from the field.”
“You won’t even recognize me. My dress is that awesome.”
Earlier in the summer Lucy had stumbled across what she had dubbed the Rene Russo dress. It looked very similar to the dress Rene had worn in the Thomas Crown Affair, except it was shorter. Lucy knew she was going to turn some heads with it. After all, she was in great shape from all the marching, had an overall toned look courtesy of her big bass drum, and was tanned from all of the after school practices.
Nevada sized her up in a very seductive way and then promptly ruined the moment by asking, “So, are you going to South’s Homecoming too?”
Lucy answered almost honestly, “Yes, actually I am.”
With the captain of South’s drumline…
Nevada grumpily turned away and crossed his arms, “I wish you would just make up your mind already.”
In the past week or two, Nevada had become increasingly unhappy with the fact she was dating someone else and was constantly pressuring Lucy to exclusively date him and not the mystery man from South.
“I seriously wish you wouldn’t pressure me. I’ve told you, if you wanted to date someone else you could. We’re not exclusive.”
Nevada was a guy, and he had, like most drummers, a lot of pride. He replied, “Maybe I will.”
This conversation was not the way Lucy wanted things to go. She was so happy with the arrangement she had, and even though she knew it was unfair, had hoped it would last a few weeks longer. Strangely, the thought of Nevada dating someone else wasn’t as terrible as she thought it would be. However, Lucy was a drummer too, and just as proud, so she answered, “Maybe you should.”
They didn’t say anything to each other the entire drive home.
After putting her bass drum away, Lucy looked for Nevada, but there was no sign of him. Maybe their conversation was an indication this whole crazy ride was about to end. Lucy tried to remind herself of the fun weeks leading up to now, but the situation was getting entirely too stressful.
The following afternoon Lucy was still in a foul mood. She had imagined going to the Homecomings with the great guys she was dating and having a kick ass time at both. As she drove over to his house, Lucy hoped Sam wasn’t in a bad mood from the loss to Forrest Hills. Sam met her at the door and led her downstairs to his basement.
Lucy said neutrally, “I couldn’t believe how close our scores were.”
“Yeah.”
“I wonder what our tapes will say.”
“I don’t know.”
Lucy wasn’t sure where to go next. Obviously, Sam was in a bad mood.
“Lucy, it was really tough seeing you yesterday with Nevada.”
Lucy let out a sigh of relief; she thought it was the competition was bringing him down, and asked, “Yeah?”
“I thought I could handle you dating someone else, but now I’m not
Adam, who had been listening, interrupted, “Just who’s Line on you on anyway?”
“Ours, of course. I’m just saying there’s no reason to gloat. You guys saw them out there tonight. If anything, we’re going to have to work that much harder to beat them at the Indoor competitions.”
Lucy didn’t mean to, but she had brought down the excitement level of the bus considerably and decided belatedly it was probably better if she just kept her mouth shut. She slunk back in her seat and thought about what had happened. She was elated her Line had won, but wondered how it would be seeing Sam tomorrow. She didn’t want to gloat, because if the situation was reversed, as it easily could be, she would want him to go easy on her.
Nevada nudged her and asked, “What’s up, Ms. Quiet?”
“Nothing. I was just thinking about how great it was out there on the field tonight.”
Nevada nodded in agreement, and then said, “You know, Homecoming is only two weeks away. Next week a competition, but the week after that, we’ll get to have a good time away from the field.”
“You won’t even recognize me. My dress is that awesome.”
Earlier in the summer Lucy had stumbled across what she had dubbed the Rene Russo dress. It looked very similar to the dress Rene had worn in the Thomas Crown Affair, except it was shorter. Lucy knew she was going to turn some heads with it. After all, she was in great shape from all the marching, had an overall toned look courtesy of her big bass drum, and was tanned from all of the after school practices.
Nevada sized her up in a very seductive way and then promptly ruined the moment by asking, “So, are you going to South’s Homecoming too?”
Lucy answered almost honestly, “Yes, actually I am.”
With the captain of South’s drumline…
Nevada grumpily turned away and crossed his arms, “I wish you would just make up your mind already.”
In the past week or two, Nevada had become increasingly unhappy with the fact she was dating someone else and was constantly pressuring Lucy to exclusively date him and not the mystery man from South.
“I seriously wish you wouldn’t pressure me. I’ve told you, if you wanted to date someone else you could. We’re not exclusive.”
Nevada was a guy, and he had, like most drummers, a lot of pride. He replied, “Maybe I will.”
This conversation was not the way Lucy wanted things to go. She was so happy with the arrangement she had, and even though she knew it was unfair, had hoped it would last a few weeks longer. Strangely, the thought of Nevada dating someone else wasn’t as terrible as she thought it would be. However, Lucy was a drummer too, and just as proud, so she answered, “Maybe you should.”
They didn’t say anything to each other the entire drive home.
After putting her bass drum away, Lucy looked for Nevada, but there was no sign of him. Maybe their conversation was an indication this whole crazy ride was about to end. Lucy tried to remind herself of the fun weeks leading up to now, but the situation was getting entirely too stressful.
The following afternoon Lucy was still in a foul mood. She had imagined going to the Homecomings with the great guys she was dating and having a kick ass time at both. As she drove over to his house, Lucy hoped Sam wasn’t in a bad mood from the loss to Forrest Hills. Sam met her at the door and led her downstairs to his basement.
Lucy said neutrally, “I couldn’t believe how close our scores were.”
“Yeah.”
“I wonder what our tapes will say.”
“I don’t know.”
Lucy wasn’t sure where to go next. Obviously, Sam was in a bad mood.
“Lucy, it was really tough seeing you yesterday with Nevada.”
Lucy let out a sigh of relief; she thought it was the competition was bringing him down, and asked, “Yeah?”
“I thought I could handle you dating someone else, but now I’m not
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