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Cole held my gaze and smirked. “Jackie asked me to go to the dance with her,” he said, then looked up to address Possibly Ethan as he tucked me into his side. My cheeks instantly flushed. “It was oh so earnest, and I couldn’t possibly pass up a chance to—“
A small oof escaped Cole’s mouth as my elbow connected with his ribs. “Dangerous footwear, remember?” I whispered. “If you don’t shut up, I’ll put my heel through your foot.”
“Mean and violent? How did I get so lucky?” Cole waggled his brows at me but thankfully heeded my warning. “Hey, Evan. We’re going to head inside, but let’s catch up later?”
The dance had started over an hour ago, but Cole couldn’t get off work on such short notice, so when we entered the lobby, it was mostly empty. With the exception of a couple having a whispered argument in the corner of the room and a bored-looking chaperone studying the trophy case, the only other person there was Erin. She sat at the ticket collection table, gaze fixed on her phone as she scrolled. The sound of my heels clicking against the floor must have caught her attention, because she looked up, a friendly smile spreading across her face as she prepared to greet a late arrival.
Then our eyes met. She glanced from me to Cole, her smile faltering. Our relationship had improved ever since she was elected president, but Cole’s absence was a major part of that truce.
This was going to be awkward.
“Hey, Erin,” I said as cordially as possible when we reached the table.
Three never-ending seconds passed before she released a deep sigh.
“Hi, Jackie. Hi, Cole.” Her mouth hitched up in an approximation of the friendly expression she previously wore. “Do you have your tickets?”
Cole reached into his suit coat and then handed them over without a word, his face inscrutable. I almost elbowed him again so he’d stop being rude, but I didn’t want to make things more uncomfortable than they already were. I wished I knew what was going on inside his head. Normally, he was brash in uncomfortable situations. For him to be silent now was strange.
“Do you need any help?” I asked, pushing my thoughts about Cole to the side in an effort to be polite. “I’m more than happy to give you a break.” I ignored the tiny scoff that came from Cole’s direction.
“That’s nice of you to offer,” Erin replied, “but Mateo will be here soon to relieve me. I’ve got things covered. Go enjoy the dance.”
“Okay, see you later.” I turned to go, Cole tugging me toward the gym like he couldn’t get away fast enough, but then Erin called out to me.
“Oh! Jackie, hold on! I totally forgot to mention this. The lead singer of the band is looking for you. Her name is…Paula, I think?”
I frowned, unsure why someone I’d never heard of wanted to talk.
“Did she say why?”
Erin shook her head. “No, but they’re taking a break right now, so you can ask her. I’m pretty sure they’re in the courtyard.”
“What does she look like?” I asked.
“Don’t worry,” Erin said, a real smile returning to her face. “You can’t miss her.”
***
After dropping me off at the entrance to the courtyard, Cole promised to be back in five minutes and went to catch up with Evan. The band was standing around in a circle sharing a joint when I stepped outside. Of the four members, only one appeared to be a girl, and I instantly understood what Erin meant: her purple, chin-length bob was held back with an assemblage of butterfly clips; she had on a sleeveless, lime green trench coat covered in safety pins; and on her feet, she wore a pair of sparkly Crocs.
“Hi, are you Paula?” I asked as I sidled over to the group.
The girl’s nose scrunched up at my question. “Unfortunately, it’s Paulette,” she answered. “My last name is Cooper, so most people call me Coop, but I’ll respond to either. You must be Jackie.”
“How’d you guess?”
Paulette smiled and shrugged. “Nathan’s always described you as the nicest person ever, and you look wholesome.”
She knows Nathan? Oh, this must be Miami Bay!
I hadn’t realized his friends won the block party battle of the bands.
“So…” I said, unsure how to best respond to her comment. I quickly decided to ignore it. “Erin mentioned you were looking for me?”
“Yeah but let me introduce you to everyone first. This is Kevin, Otis, and Moby,” she said, pointing out each of her companions.
The first guy, Kevin, had a man bun and two full sleeves of tattoos. He nodded, but didn’t say anything.
“‘Sup?” said Otis, the guy standing closest to me. He looked like he worked at Hot Topic.
“Nice to meet you,” I said, shaking his outstretched hand.
Moby, who was less punk rocker and more boy next door, blew out a cloud of smoke as he looked me up and down. “You’re Nathan’s adoptive sister?”
My eyes went wide. “No, the Walters didn’t adopt me. They’re just my guardians.”
Otis nodded. “Makes sense. Thirteen’s an unlucky number.”
“Um, okay.” I turned back to Paulette. “What exactly did you want to talk to me about?”
“Oh right!” Her eyebrows drew together. “I was wondering if you’ve seen Nathan? He’s supposed to be here, and I know you two are close, so I figured if anyone knows where he is, it would be you.”
“Sorry,” I said, shaking my head. “I haven’t. Was he supposed to be here?”
Paulette deflated. “Not necessarily, but I was really hoping he would.”
“Don’t get in your head about this, Coop,” Moby said, slinging an arm over her shoulder and giving her a squeeze. “He probably needs more time to figure shit out. I bet it has nothing to do with you.”
“Is everything okay?” I asked. Nathan’s behavior had been worrying me for weeks, and now it seemed like his friends were concerned as well. Maybe they had a better idea of what was going on with him?
Unfortunately, the answer I received didn’t solve any mysteries. Paulette explained that the lead guitarist for their band quit two weeks ago, and since then, she’d been aggressively—Otis’s words, not hers—trying to convince Nathan to take his place. She thought he was a killer singer and songwriter, which the band desperately needed. Nathan, however, was irresolute and wouldn’t give her an answer. When I pointed out that Nathan might not be interested because he preferred performing solo, I wasn’t expecting everyone to burst into laughter.
“Did Nathan tell you that?” Paulette asked when she finally calmed down enough to speak.
My confused nod made her giggle again.