We walked toward my car. “I tried to talk him out of it, but he wouldn’t budge, no matter what I said.”
Reese scrunched her brow in confusion. “Why wouldn’t he?”
“He thinks it’ll be good for me to learn to cooperate with people I may find difficult to work with.”
“Oh, wow. You really aren’t going to convince him to see things your way, are you?”
We got to my car, and I fished the key fob out of the outer zipper pouch of my backpack. “The worst part is our scene has kissing in it.”
A huge smile crossed Reese’s face. “That’s not the worst part. Have you seen Bennett? He’s a hottie.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, I’ve seen him. I’ve also seen the way my sister still looks at him.”
Reese frowned. “Ouch. You have a point. Do you think Jacki’s going to be upset?”
I unlocked my car. “Probably. She’s still hung up on him.”
“I thought she was the one who dumped him,” Reese said.
“She was.”
“Then she doesn’t get to be hung up on him,” Reese said.
“Try telling her that,” I said sarcastically.
“No, thanks. I’d prefer to avoid her wrath.”
“Wouldn’t we all?” I joked. But it really wasn’t a joking matter. I was in big trouble.
“I can’t believe you’re going to have to kiss Bennett.”
“Keep your voice down,” I scolded her. “We don’t need to announce it to the entire parking lot.”
“It’s not like you’re going to be able to keep it a secret,” Reese said. “You’re going to have to perform that kiss in front of the entire school.”
“Don’t remind me.” I glanced over my shoulder to see some of Jackilyn’s friends walking nearby. “Let’s finish this conversation in my car.”
We opened the car doors and climbed inside.
“Can I see your script?” Reese asked once we’d closed our doors.
“Sure.” I reached into my backpack and handed it to her.
“You’re lucky you got partnered up with Ashlynn. She’s really good.”
Reese beamed. “We’ve already set up a time for our first practice.” She flipped through the pages as she scanned the text. “There’s more than one kiss here.”
“I know,” I groaned.
“How are you going to break the news to Jackilyn?” Reese asked, tucking a blonde strand of hair that had escaped her braid behind her ear.
“Maybe I won’t need to actually tell her.”
“Yeah, right. You don’t think she’s going to come to the Drama Competition?”
“Not if I can find a reason to keep her away.” I knew I wasn’t being realistic, but I wasn’t ready to face the truth yet.
“And what reason would that be?”