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red tank. It was the closest thing I had to concert wear.
    Her eyes bugged. “What?”
    I held up the VIP pass. “This tag is good for the Storrs and Hartford shows. He’s in Hartford tonight. I’m going.”
    Callie blinked so hard I worried her freckles would pop off her face. “You’re skipping practice? After the ACC loss?”
    My smile fell. She didn’t think it was a good idea. “I know I need to redeem myself, but the team already thinks I’m sick. Another night off won’t make that much of a difference.” I said the words, but believed them less than I had five minutes ago. This was risky and possibly very stupid.
    But this seemed like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I had to know more about him, and I had to see him again before North Carolina. I mean, who knew if he’d even be around to see me then?
    “Do it,” she said, nodding. “You never have any fun, you’re a fucking prude and a half, and if anyone in this world deserves to get laid by a sexylicious rocker, it’s you. I’ll cover for you.”
    I twirled my hair around my finger, debating. An idea had popped into my head and I didn’t know which would be better, having Callie cover for me and confirm my illness or . . .
    “What if you could come?” I asked.
    She bit her lip. “Nuh-ahh.”
    “Ya-huh,” I said. “If I asked for a second pass, he’d procure it. I’ve got him wrapped around my finger,” I said, totally exaggerating our relationship. But something inside me told me that yes, he’d get me an extra ticket, and yes, he was most definitely wrapped around my finger. And I loved it.
    “I’m going to the pharmacy, buying some ipecac syrup, and totally puking on Dunks’s awful blue sneakers.”
    I frowned. “A bit dramatic?”
    She pounded her chest with her fist. “I’m taking one for the team, baby. Team Theaton.”
    “Theaton?”
    “Kea-a?”
    I shook my head at her.
    “Dude, I’m pulling a Bennifer and giving you guys a combo name. You’re officially Theaton and yes, I will boot all over the court if you and I could go to that concert together.”
    I nodded. “You are truly the best of friends.”
    She hugged me close. “If he asks you if you’d be into a threesome, you’d have to tag me in and not their fine-ass drummer, okay?”
    “Um, okay,” I replied.
    “Unless the drummer wanted in, too, and then it would be fucking awesome.” I felt her head nodding next to my hair, and I was starting to get creeped out by how far she thought this little excursion was going to go.
    “Please stop planning orgies. I’m just taking you to a concert.” I pulled out my phone and texted Keaton. I tingled as I hit send, stunned at the whole situation.
    “That’s how this kinky stuff always starts,” she said, pulling away. “Read more smut.”

    CALLIE ARRIVED HOME FROM PRACTICE within ten minutes, looking ghostly white but otherwise unfettered.
    “Totally yacked everywhere. So glad I had green Gatorade before practice—really added to the effect. Nothing says illness like colorful vomit.”
    I grimaced. “You still coming?”
    “Dude, I minutely poisoned myself on your behalf. The least you could do is tell me you’ve arranged for at least my ticket and orgy.”
    I nodded, smiling at my phone. Keaton was thrilled to hear from me. “Ticket, yes. Orgy, pending.”
    She put on her towel and headed to the shower with a salute. I looked in the mirror and tried to figure out what to do with myself. I only wore makeup to prom, and the most I’d ever put on for a party was some flavored lip gloss.
    Yaya always said to just pinch your cheeks and bite your lips and that was enough makeup for a pretty girl like me.
    But Yaya didn’t prepare me for a date with a rock star. Was I supposed to skank it up and make up my eyes like some sort of rebel raccoon? Wear a colored bra under my tank so he could see I wanted to take my top off. Wait, was I going to take my top off?
    My phone buzzed and I looked down. So happy