Libby dramatically rolls her eyes. “Bullied? Yeah, right.”
“Oh well, I didn’t want to dance anyways,” Tyler confesses.
Sydney calls him out. “You both wore them on purpose so you wouldn’t have to dance.”
Shamelessly pointing finger guns at her, Blaine winks.
Libby crosses her arms. Disdain coats her every word when she says, “We are supposed to be celebrating and having fun.”
“Lighten up, Lib.” Sydney throws an arm around her. “We just got here.”
Blaine raises an eyebrow at Libby, who still has her arms still crossed. “I can still have fun in my sandals.”
“Let’s go get a drink, Syd,” Libby huffs. “I need something stronger than beer.”
“What’s her deal?” Tyler asks me the second Libby is out of earshot.
Shaking my head, I reply, “I have no idea.”
Tyler turns his gaze to Blaine.
“Don’t look at me, man.” Blaine throws his hands up in innocence. “This is the first time I’ve talked to her today.”
“Dramaaaaa,” Ryder belts in a sing-songy voice, “I’m going to put my fake ID to good use. Be back in a few.”
My brows furrow. Libby’s relationship with Blaine is hard to follow. I assumed she was seeing him after their time at the beach . . . She didn’t mention anything about them ending things.
Chapter eighteen
Lucas
The girls leave their drinks at the high top table with us and go out to the dance floor, where drinks of any kind are not allowed. Libby left the table with a toss of her hair and not a backward glance at Blaine.
Keith and Tyler disappeared, probably to the bar or to talk with some other friends that are here tonight. I knew none of the guys would have any desire to actually dance, but at least it’s an excuse for a fun night out.
“At least there are a lot of attractive girls here,” Ryder remarks to no one in particular. Turning to Blaine, he says, “If you and Libby called it quits, we have plenty of options.”
Blaine clenches his drink tightly. “Who said anything about calling it quits?”
“Sorry, B-Man.” Ryder clinks his beer bottle to Blaine’s, “I just assumed because she seemed pissed.”
Unballing his fist, Blaine sighs. “I don’t know what her problem is.” He takes a swig of his drink.
Needing to find a way to avoid being part of this conversation, I push away from the table. “I’m going to go find my girlfriend.” I turn to go to the dance floor.
Easily spotting Laur, I watch her try to keep up with learning the line dance. A grin tugs against my lips, quickly followed by laughter. Laur struggles to keep up, frustration all over her face.
Keith pats my shoulder. “She’s pretty terrible.”
“Don’t tell her that,” I chuckle.
“I wouldn’t dare,” Keith replies, putting his hand to his heart in a theatrical manner.
Now is the perfect time to ask Keith what he thinks about Blaine. I need to make sure that I’m not the only one seeing it.
“This has to stay between us.” I lower my voice, my smile forming into a serious line. “But can I ask you something?”
Keith’s brows pinch. “Of course, man.”
