“Shots with a bunch of jocks,” I sigh. “Basically my idea of hell…”
“Relax—there’ll be other girls there. Plus, I need you tipsy.”
“Excuse me?”
“I have a favor to ask, and I’m pretty sure you’ll only say yes with a little alcohol in you.” He nods at the car. “Let’s do this.”
“No way in hell. What’s the favor?”
He shakes his head. “You wanna find out, you come to the bar.”
“Too bad for you, because I’m notthatinterested.” I turn on my heel, smiling. “I’ll walk.”
Deep down, I’m dying to find out what he wanted to ask me, but if he thinks he can lure me out to a bar with his buddies by dangling that in front of me, he’s got another thing coming.
“Carrie, wait up.” He jogs over to join me. “Fine—forget the bar thing, I’ll drop you home. It’s just…”
He wrinkles his nose and sighs. He’s rubbing his hands together like he’s about to drop to one knee. I kind of love seeing him squirm like this—all because he needs me for something. I’m getting a massive kick out of it all. And doing zero to hide it.
“Get ready to be my bitch, Wolinski. And even then—I can’t promise I’ll say yes.”
“You’re a monster.”
“Careful,” I warn. “So, fill me in,babe. I’m listening.”
I smirk at him.
“It’s my birthday on Friday.”
I wait for him to say more, but he just stands there, like I’m supposed to read his mind.
“Okay…”
“We’re having dinner at my dad’s. My mom and sister are coming down.”
“Your sister? Daaamn!” I wince. “You haven’t seen her since summer, right?”
“Exactly. So, I’m kind of freaking out—”
“And so you want us to do some prep for your big talk with her?”
This wasn’t part of our deal, but it’s a golden opportunity to wrap this whole thing up. If he and Amelia can patch things up, maybe he’ll stop being so obsessed with becoming the perfect guy.
He shakes his head. “No, that’s not it. Not exactly…”
I shrug. “So, how can I help?”
“You could come with me.”
Say what?
“I’ll crawl, I’ll beg, I’ll kiss your feet—literally whatever you want,” he adds, his fingers laced together like he’s praying.
“Go ahead and kiss my feet all you want, buddy. The answer’s still no. Nowayam I having dinner with your parents!”
“I need you there if I’m going to confront my sister,” he pleads.
I need you.I hate the way that just gave me goose bumps.
