Virtually in Love by A. Destiny

think about this thing with Kaz; I needed to decide what to do.
    But that wouldn’t be nice. At the very least I should answer and tell Trevor I couldn’t talk right now.
    â€œHello?” I said into the phone. “Trevor? Listen, I—”
    He didn’t let me finish. “Guess what.” he said. “I’m coming after all!”
    â€œHuh?” I blinked, confused. “Coming where?”
    â€œThere. To my relatives’ place, I mean. The reunion is on again!”

ChapterEight
    I was so stunned, I couldn’t respond for a second. I just sat there, my mouth opening and closing like I was some kind of demented fish gasping for air.
    â€œChloe?” Trevor said after a moment. “Are you still there?”
    â€œWh-when are you coming?” I blurted out, still trying to catch up.
    â€œWe’re making a whole vacation of it,” he said. “My stepdad says he’s not driving that far just to turn around and come home again after a couple of days.”
    He sounded slightly disgruntled, but I ignored that. “When?” I said again.
    â€œThis Friday. We’ll be there through the following weekend. Are you going to be around? Because seeing you is pretty much the only silver lining to missing over a week’s worth of rehearsals.” He sighed. “I tried to tell my mom I need to be here now, with the new drummer and all, but it’s like I’m speaking a whole other language or something—”
    â€œHold on,” I cut him off. My mind had finally clicked into gear, calculating what he’d just told me. “Wait! But that means . . .” I gasped. “Oh my gosh, this is so incredible! My school’s having a dance, and I was already sort of daydreaming earlier about if you were here and we could go, and thinking about whether some stuff is meant to be, and . . .” Realizing I was babbling and probably not making much sense to him, I forced myself to stop and take a deep breath. “Trevor,” I said. “Will you go to the dance with me?”
    He laughed. “Are you serious? You’ve got a school dance coming up? While I’m in town?”
    â€œUh-huh. It’s a week from Saturday night. So what do you say?” I held my breath.
    He didn’t keep me in suspense. “Absolutely,” he said. “I’d love to go!”
    I let out the breath and smiled. “Cool,” I said. “I can’t wait for you to meet everyone. That’ll be the perfect time.” Then I remembered something else. “Oh!” I exclaimed. “Unless . . . Did you say you’re getting here this coming weekend?”
    â€œUh-huh. We’re driving down on Friday after my stepdad gets off work.”
    â€œBut that means you can come to the dance marathon, too!” I exclaimed, hardly believing how great this was turning out. “It’s this coming Sunday.”
    â€œThe what? Another dance?”
    â€œNo, the dance marathon. It’s that fund-raiser I told you about, the one for the kids?” I was getting more excited by the second. “I’m playing in the band, and the cheerleaders and some of the kids are going to dance—remember?”
    â€œSure, yeah,” he said. “I didn’t realize it was so soon.”
    â€œIt’s going to be superfun.” I gasped as another thought popped into my mind. “Hey, maybe you can even play with us! It would be cool to have more guitarists—especially a great one like you.”
    â€œOh okay.” He sounded kind of pleased by the compliment. “Could be fun, I guess. But I’ll have to let you know, okay? I’m not sure yet what’s happening with the whole reunion deal.”
    I wanted to argue, to tell him he had to come to the marathon. I mean, how could he possibly miss out on something like that when he was only a few towns away? It was the perfect chance for