“You really think so?” Ezra asked, running his fingers through his new haircut, a move that made Jake feel funny on the inside.
“Totally,” Mindy replied. “Now, go on and give us a spin.” She twirled her finger.
Ezra turned in a circle and Jake’s eyes were drawn to Ezra’s butt. Because it was nice. Nicer than Sean’s. Maybe even nicer than his. Jake couldn’t speak as he watched Ezra. He lookedamazing.
After Ezra did his spin, he put out his hand to lean all casual on a door frame, but he misjudged the distance and toppled over onto the floor instead. Mindy and Jake rushed over to help him up.
“I guess I’ll have to start wearing my contacts,” Ezra said, as Jake lifted him off the floor. Ezra pulled his glasses out of his pocket and put them back on.
If Jake was being honest, the glasses made him hotter. He didn’t know how or why. They just did. And they were doing funny things to Jake. All of it, really, but it was mostly the confidence radiating from Ezra now. And how happy he looked.
“I really appreciate this,” Ezra said to them. “This is the nicest thing anybody’s ever done for me.”
Mindy wrapped her arms around him, and he hugged her back. “You gotta tell me how it turns out. When do you see him?”
“Tomorrow.” He glanced over a Jake. “At choir practice.”
If Sean didn’t jizz himself at the sight of Ezra tomorrow, Jake might just smack him. Smack him till his hand hurt and then smack him for making it hurt. All this trouble for that idiot. Jake really hoped it would be worth it.
Jake blinked a few times and nodded. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, at choir practice.”
Mindy crossed her fingers on both her hands. “Good luck, Ezra!”
“Thanks.” Ezra grinned.
As they continued to talk, Jake reached down to pick up his Hacky Sack. “Yeah,” he said faintly. “Good luck.”
Jake’s knee bounced ashe waited for choir rehearsal to start.
Ezra wasn’t there yet. Sean was.
Jake glared at him.
Sean was sitting there drinking a Surge at nine o’clock in the morning. Jake thought that was stupid. What kind of a stupid idiot does that? Just look at him. Sitting there with his drink, being all stupid, with his big ears and crooked nose. That’s the award Sean would win. Not Best Looking. He’d win The Most Stupid. And maybe Crookedest Nose and Weirdest Ears too. Jake could go on and on.
So then Jake would win Best Looking, but maybe now that Ezra was so transformed, it would be a tie. Jake would be okay if there was a tie, if there ever were such a thing, and there wasn’t, but Jake really hadn’t thought about it all that much or anything.
Sean turned to look at Jake glaring at him. “What’s up with you?”
“Nothing.” Jake turned his attention to the Robert Shaw Medley in his music folder. He muttered, “You just better be happy is all.”
“Happy about what?”
Jake sighed. “You know Ezra Mitchell? He has, like, a huge crush on you.”
Sean raised his eyebrows.
“And he wants to take you to the Gay Prom.”
“The what?”
“He’s going to ask you out on a date.” Jake messed with the corner of his sheet music. “I think he’s going to ask you after choir practice.”
Sean snorted. “I’m not going on a date with him.”
Jake turned to Sean. He felt his fists bunch. “And why the hell not?”
“Because he’s weird. And kind of looks like Shaggy fromScooby-Doo.” Sean took a sip of his drink. He shook his head and laughed. “No way. He’s gonna get a big fat—”
