Excerpt from The Dating Debate:
“So, this whole dance thing?” West picked up a fork, took a
bite of rice, and stared at me like he was waiting for me to
give him an easy out. Not going to happen. Mess with a smart
girl and suffer the consequences.
“You started it,” was the most amusing response I could come
up with.
“No.” He shook his head as if trying to emphasize his
response. “You started it when you invited me in for dinner.”
“Why? Because I knew you’d rather eat dirt than join us for
rice? That’s your fault for being a suck-up and carrying my
mom’s food.”
“I was being nice,” he shot back.
“No good deed goes unpunished.” I batted my eyelashes at
him. “Besides, I was going to help her before you rushed over.”
He looked at me like I was crazy. “So I shouldn’t have
helped your mom, but it’s okay for you to shove Cole off on
Vicky.”
“Please. He’s a nice guy. She’ll fall for him...maybe
because he’s the total opposite of you.”
He pointed his fork at me. “Where do you get off judging me?”
“I’m not judging you. I meant you’re all black-leather-
jacket-brooding loner guy, and he’s Mr.-Happy-Sunshine-
everyone-is-my-friend.”
“Fine. Mr. Sunshine is out of the way now, so there’s no
need for us to go to the dance.”
“Nice try,” I said. “We’re going to the dance.”
“Why?”
“Because you said we were,” I said. “And lying is never
acceptable. Don’t stress about this. I’m not proposing we
run off to Mexico and get matching his-and-her tattoos.
We’ll just go to the dance together. No big deal.”
“Right. Nothing is ever that simple.”