Page 65 of Damaged Boys Don't Fall For Bubbly Girls
Lexi taps out something on her phone and holds it up to her mom. It says: We’re going to a party.
Her mom gives her a nod, mouthing at all of us to have a good time. We thank her and file out of the house.
“Come into the van with us, man,” Finn tells me. “Got room for you.”
“Okay, thanks.” I’d be worried about parking my bike in front of Sarah’s house, where who knows what could happen to it.
We climb into the van, Lexi getting shotgun, which she apparently always gets because she’s the queen. I chuckle as I find a seat in the back next to Nate. It sucks that she’s so far from me.
She glances toward the back, smiling at me when our eyes meet. It’s like she’s so happy I’ve decided to join them. Does she miss me when we’re apart? I definitely miss her.
Finn pulls out of the driveway and drives toward Sarah’s house. She doesn’t live that far from Lexi and we reach there in only a few minutes.
Once we’re all out of the van, we make our way to the entrance. Loud music emanates from the house. There are so many people here, it’s hard for us to walk through the crowd. Because I’m behind the rest of the guys, I’m pushed to the back. But a warm hand slides into mine, preventing me from getting lost. Looking up, I find Lexi beside me.
“I’m never letting you go again,” she whispers to me.
I tighten my hold on her hand. “I’m never letting you go, either.”
She smiles sweetly at me.
We’ve lost the rest of the guys, but I can’t say I’m too upset about that. I wonder if she likes when it’s just the two of us, too.
“Should we look for the guys?” I try to ask over the loud music.
“What?”
I repeat it, but she shakes her head, tapping her ears. She’s wearing a sly smile, so I’m wondering if she’s pretending not to hear me so we have an excuse not to look for them?
She pulls me all the way to the side of the room, where there aren’t many kids. It’s still loud, though, which is a bummer because I love talking to her.
“Let’s dance,” she says.
I go still, but then I smile. “Okay.”
I’m not the best dancer, but I used to dance with them all the time when we were younger. We’d goof off and just have a good time. Considering they’re dancers, it’s second nature to them. For me, I just liked having a good time.
She moves her body to the beat of the music and I do the same. We’re quite some distance from each other, though I wishwe were closer. But maybe this is for the best. As friends, we can’t betooclose.
“This is fun!” she says as she twirls.
I copy her like I did many times in the past, since she’s the expert. “Lots of fun.”
She glances around. “Where do you think they are?”
“Maybe they’re looking for us.”
She laughs. “We’resorude for dancing without them.”
I chuckle. “You’re the rude one.”
“No, I’m not.” She laughs again. “Okay, maybe. But I want some Brick time.”
“Oh my gosh.”
She giggles. “Couldn’t resist.”
We continue dancing. I grab her hand and spin her around a few times. She loses her balance, crashing into my chest.
