two hours or so? I need distracting,’ Jason told his friend.
‘Pool table? McGuire’s?’ Adam suggested. ‘I could whip your butt a few times?’
‘Pool table. McGuire’s,’ Jason agreed. ‘And maybe I’ll let you beat me once.’
Three games later – all lost by Jason – Adam replaced his cue in the rack at McGuire’s. ‘Call her already,’ he told Jason. ‘You’re at an hour fifty-four. And you suck so bad that winning has lost almost all meaning for me.’
Jason pulled out his cell and hit speed dial. After three rings Sienna’s voicemail picked up. ‘
Hi, this is Sienna. Do what you’ve got to do when you hear the beep.
’
‘Hey, it’s me,’ Jason said into the phone. ‘Just checking in to see if you’ve been nabbed by the shoe police. Call me.’
He tried Sienna again before dinner. Same deal.
And after dinner.
And before he went to bed. Same old, same old.
After he’d lain in bed for an hour, not being able to sleep, he tried her one more time. No Sienna. Just her voicemail message. What was going on?
‘What’s going on? What happened yesterday?’ Jason asked Sienna when he caught her at her locker between second and third period the next day. This semester they didn’t have any classes together except European History – last of the day.
Sienna rolled her eyes. ‘Parents.’ She slammed her locker door. ‘I’m almost eighteen. I’ll be in college this year. And they’re trying to tell me how I should spend my time!’
‘So it wasn’t about the clothes?’ Jason asked, even though he already knew the answer.
‘They didn’t like it that you and I were out on the yacht together. They acted like it was some kind of floating motel or something. I mean, yes, it has bedrooms, but we were hardly alone. And it’s not like the yacht is the only place we could . . . if we were doing that. We could be doing it in your car for all they know.’
‘The Bug is a little small,’ Jason joked, trying to lighten the mood. ‘We’ll figure something out. Maybe I could talk to them, or you could invite me for a family dinner or something.’
Sienna smiled. ‘We’ll strategize tonight. We’re still going to the movies, right?’
‘Definitely,’ Jason promised as the warning bell rang.
Sienna gave him a quick kiss. ‘Can’t wait,’ she said.
Jason couldn’t wait until it was time to leave that evening. He had a little more than an hour. He headed to the bathroom for a hair check and spotted Dani coming down the hall from the opposite direction. ‘Just give me one second before—’
Too late. Dani had slipped into the bathroom in front of him. ‘You better go downstairs. I have a lot of girly stuff to do,’ she told him. ‘I’m going out.’
‘I’m going out too,’ Jason complained. ‘And it’ll take me less than five minutes.’
‘All my make-up and everything is in here.’ Dani tossed him his hairbrush and deodorant. ‘There. You’re good to go. Use a different bathroom.’ She shut the door.
‘Guys don’t care that much about make-up anyway,’ Jason advised. ‘So your hot date or whatever isn’t even going to notice.’
‘Guys like you don’t notice,’ Dani answered. ‘Other guys do.’
‘Who is this enlightened guy, anyway?’ Jason asked.
‘I don’t want to talk about it.’ Dani opened the door a crack and peered at Jason. ‘I like him . . . a lot. And I’m pretty sure he likes me. I don’t want to mess it up by talking about it. It always messes things up if you talk about them too much.’
‘I doubt this guy has the bathroom bugged. If he does, you have bigger problems to worry about,’ Jason told her.
‘I’m getting in the shower now, so if you keep talking, you’re going to be talking to yourself,’ Dani announced, closing the door again.
‘Fine,’ Jason muttered. He took his brush and deodorant and headed back to his room, wondering about the guy Dani liked so much. He hadn’t noticed her hanging