Chance Of Rain by Laurel Veil Page B

slow.
    I made a funny expression.
    “What is it?”
    “I don’t know.” I paused. “She’s just not the nicest person I’ve ever met.”
    “I can’t believe it,” he said in a surprised tone.
    “What?”
    He gleamed. “You’re jealous!”
    “I…am…not,” I said.
    “Methinks she doth protest too much!” he said smugly. “I’m reading Shakespeare in Mrs. Landry’s class. It means—”
    “I know what it means, Blake. I gotta go back to work.” I walked off before he could irritate me beyond repair.
Some people!
    I got the drawer from Mack and returned to the café—just in time too; we were opening in five minutes.
    I gave everything a quick once-over, and we were ready for business. As I gazed toward the kitchen, I thought I saw Lindsey cut her eyes at me before she went through the swinging door. That’s when it suddenly occurred to me that maybe some of her hostility was due to the fact that she knew Blake liked me. Knowing him, he may have even told her that
I
liked him. I made a mental note to fix this later.

    I was very grateful when the last customer finally left. It was time to go home. But I was sad that my favorite customer never showed. I missed Trent so much.
    My heart pounded when I spotted a Challenger in the far corner of the lot. As soon as I started my car, though, it disappeared.
I guess it wasn’t Trent after all
. I began to daydream about him when Bri texted me back into reality.
    Cole and I going 2 RH!
Meet us there?
    I texted her back and said I would. I was excited. After all, the last time I’d gone to the Road House, I’d met Trent.

    I dashed into my house. My mom was out. I didn’t have time for a shower, so I primped as quickly as I could and slipped on my tightest pair of jeans with my dark-leather boots with three-inch heels. I pulled on a silver tank top that flashed with sequins. The club’s lighting would make it look awesome.
    When I pulled up, the fairgrounds were dark and eerie and would remain so for the next several months. It was funny how such a short time ago the place was alive with activity, and now it was a ghost town. The large hall that soon would come to life with the annual Halloween carnival looked ominous.
    The Road House, on the other hand, was welcoming. Its bright neon signs invited me in, and the place jumped with energy. It was the first Friday of the school year, and everyone needed to let off some steam.
    I found Bri and Cole right away. They were standing with a group of kids from school. Birds of a feather, I guess. With Angel, Kayla, Lacey, and even Jason here, it was almost like my English class was taking a field trip. It looked as if Kayla and Lacey were BFFs now.
    “Glad you could make it, woman!” Bri said, as she gave me a hug.
    “I wouldn’t miss it!”
    The smoke got to me, and I sneezed a couple of times.
    “Stand back if you’re coming down with something,” Lacey said in her usual snarky fashion.
    Jason chimed in, “You need something for that, Ash? I can give you a big shot of penis-cillin.” He laughed the loudest.
    I remembered why we didn’t hang out with Jason much.
    “What a perv!” said Bri.
    “Let’s get some tables before they all fill up,” Kayla suggested.
    As soon as we sat down, Bri said, “You’ve got to come over and do this new workout with me. It’s called Booty Blaster!”
    “I saw that on an infomercial the other night. It was like a hundred dollars. How can you afford it?”
    Before she could answer, the MC came on and introduced the band. It was so loud that we couldn’t talk anymore.
    A while later, after the band took a break, the DJ played a slow song. Couples gathered on the dance floor and enjoyed the softer music.
    A moment later, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I held my breath and hoped it was Trent. I wasn’t too disappointed when I looked up and saw Angel’s handsome face smiling down at me. He was looking
muy delicioso
that night.
    He didn’t say a word; he just took my