Excerpt from The Dating Debate:
βSo, this whole dance thing?β 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.
βYou started it,β was the most amusing response I could come
up with.
βNo.β He shook his head as if trying to emphasize his
response. βYou started it when you invited me in for dinner.β
βWhy? Because I knew youβd rather eat dirt than join us for
rice? Thatβs your fault for being a suck-up and carrying my
momβs food.β
βI was being nice,β he shot back.
βNo good deed goes unpunished.β I batted my eyelashes at
him. βBesides, I was going to help her before you rushed over.β
He looked at me like I was crazy. βSo I shouldnβt have
helped your mom, but itβs okay for you to shove Cole off on
Vicky.β
βPlease. Heβs a nice guy. Sheβll fall for him...maybe
because heβs the total opposite of you.β
He pointed his fork at me. βWhere do you get off judging me?β
βIβm not judging you. I meant youβre all black-leather-
jacket-brooding loner guy, and heβs Mr.-Happy-Sunshine-
everyone-is-my-friend.β
βFine. Mr. Sunshine is out of the way now, so thereβs no
need for us to go to the dance.β
βNice try,β I said. βWeβre going to the dance.β
βWhy?β
βBecause you said we were,β I said. βAnd lying is never
acceptable. Donβt stress about this. Iβm not proposing we
run off to Mexico and get matching his-and-her tattoos.
Weβll just go to the dance together. No big deal.β
βRight. Nothing is ever that simple.β