Raking through my brain, I wondered how I missed this. Kira wasn’t always forthcoming when it came to stuff like this, but maybe I’d been too self-absorbed lately and missed the signs. I vowed to pay more attention.
Kira shifted in her seat, her violet skirt shifting up her thigh. She wore an all-colorful look while I went with a classic black dress. “It’s new.”
The implication was there: new like Noah.
“Noah and I have gone on dates, but they aren’t real,” Idefended, searching for the hairspray scattered somewhere on the ground.
“Uh-huh,” Kira said as she threw me the bottle.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing. That’s just the sound of me acknowledging that you think they’re fake. Can I get an invitation?”
“To our dates?”
“No, to the land of delusion you recently moved to.”
I rolled my eyes and finished setting my hair. When was the last time I went out with soft curls instead of the usual braid I folded my hair into? “If you saw us together, you’d believe me.”
“Invite him then.”
Kira was challenging me: invite Noah out tonight and prove to her that we were only fake dating. But how did you show your best friend that you were only fake dating a boy you actually liked while also showing the world that you were really in a relationship?
My head swam.
“Fine.” I could never turn down a challenge. Besides, it wasn’t our usual date night, so he was likely busy. “I’ll call him right now.”
I dialed Noah’s number and Kira tried to hide her grin.
After a few rings, he answered.
“Macey? Is everything okay?”
I could almost picture the confused look on Noah’s face.
“Yeah, everything’s fine.” I looked over at Kira once before taking the plunge. “Do you want to go to Rose Buds with me and a few friends tonight?”
A brief silence. “I was supposed to see my cousin Nathan tonight, but…maybe I can bring him?”
Damn it.
This wasn’t supposed to be a mix and mingle type of night. Itwas supposed to be a girls’ night to focus on Britney. But here we were.
“Of course,” I confirmed.
Kira’s all-knowing smile was fully strapped on her face now.
“What time?” Noah sounded like he was walking through his apartment, banging on things here and there.
“We’ll be there in about an hour.”
“Great. I’ll see you then, Scribbles.”
The phone clicked off.
Kira’s eyes widened as she turned to me. “Scribbles?”
I sighed. “Don’t ask.”
