us to shut up when we were together. I miss that, I realize all of a sudden.
âListen, Court, I was wonderingââ
âHey Courtney, letâs go. Nadia is waiting for us to start the meeting.â
Meagan comes up behind Courtney and I feel my heart sort of sink. In another lifeâmy old lifeâIâd be the one going to the meeting with Courtney and she would have been the one scheming with me about all these movies. Not with Lily, a girl Iâve basically just met. A girl I barely know at all.
âLater, Marijke,â Courtney says, giving me a little smile. âGood luck with states.â
âLater,â I echo.
I watch them walk away, arm in arm, and I try to remember what I have to be grateful for. My friendship with Courtney is my past. I need to focus on my futureâmy track friends, my running, and my boyfriend.
Most of all, my hopefully foolproof plan to capture his heart tonight for good.
âSo, let me get this straight . . .â
Weâre standing in the foyer of Marijkeâs house and sheâs staring at the speaker dock looking doubtful.
âI drive to Tommyâs,â sheâs saying, âpark down the street, sneak into his backyard, turn this thing on, andâwhat? Just stand with it over my head, waiting for him to hear me?â
I shrug. âYeah. Thatâs about it. Why, were you expecting fireworks?â
âNo, not necessarily. I just think that when guys put themselves out there like that, itâs totally romantic. When a girl does it, she just looks like a stalker.â
I frown. âWho cares what it looks like? Who is going to see you besides Tommy?â
âWell, you are, for starters. I already told you, Iâm not doing this without you as my wingman.â
I arch an eyebrow. âSo, what, am I going to be holding your hand or something?â
âNope, Iâve already figured it all out. Itâs gonna be dark out and Tommyâs backyard is practically a jungle. I got my dad to bring home one of the portable spotlights they use for presentations at the dealership. I figure you could put the spot on me so Tommy could see meâso heâd know it was me and not some crazy person.â
Huh. Guess sheâs really thought this through.
âI suppose I can do that,â I say slowly. âAnd now that I think about it, I should probably drive tooâTommy wonât know my car if he sees it accidentally.â
âGood idea. Come on, letâs go upstairs. I need outfit advice.â
âSeriously?â
âYes,
seriously
âcome on.â
When we get to her bedroom, I glance at the outfit choice thatâs spread out on her bed: a tight black mini and a pair of sky-high silver stilettos.
âUm, well, I would imagine Tommyâs backyard is made of, you know,
grass
. If thatâs the case, you arenât walking anywhere in those spikesâtheyâll sink right in and stay there.â
âGood point, good point.â She dives back into her closet and brings out a pair of glittery flats and a jean skirt.
âYou are wearing a shirt too, right?â
Marijke rolls her eyes.
âObviously.â
She picks up a black cami from her bed and shakes it at me.
âOkay, so, a skimpy tank top and tiny skirt . . . and what exactly are you trying to make happen? A lap dance?â
âHar, har.â But Marijke now looks doubtfully at her new outfit choice, and I canât help but laugh.
âItâs going to be dark. Who cares what youâre wearing? Just get dressed so we can get out of here. I have to be home by eleven.â
Itâs a quarter to nine when we finally make it back down the stairs.
âMom? Dad?â Marijke calls. I follow her as she walks into the kitchen. We both stop short when we see her parents. Theyâre standing very close to one another and are talking quietly, with serious looks on both of their