Where were they playing?
Stiff Sticks
Northwest
Rhonda:
Please tell me they invited some of those trust fund babies from the Alcove to the bonfire
Tina:
I don't think the odds are in your favour, Rhonda
Melissa:
It's Friday night, Jenna. You really don't want to come?
Jenna's heart picked up speed. That was the question she'd been waiting for. The one she needed to avoid and somehow didn't want to. She didn't want to talk about it. She needed to talk about it.
You know why I don't want to go
Anne:
Because you're not over Gentry
Jenna:
No. I am over him. It's just that it's too awkward
It was a lie. All of it. The truth about her feelings was appearing like lemon juice letters held over a candle flame. She fought it because she didn’t want to face it, but every time she hurled her past with Gentry toward the horizon, it rounded like a boomerang and zoomed right back, hitting her square in the gut.
Rhonda:
Why is it awkward if you're over him? I've been promised there will be hot single guys there
Do I really have to explain why it’s awkward?
Anne:
Maybe Country won't be there. That would be ridiculous for both of you to avoid a fun night because you're both afraid of seeing each other.
I'm sure he'll go
Rhonda:
Because he's over it
Jenna winced. I want to be friends. Was he over it? Had he really invited her out because he missed her in a purely platonic way? Was she the only problem here?
Melissa:
Jenna, if we get there and he makes an appearance and it's too much, you can just leave early.
Anne:
No she can't because she's riding with us.
I'm all the way up north!
