I shake my head. “You don’t have to kill him. I already did.”
“I’m sorry.” Hannah frowns as she touches my forearm gently. “I was starting to think he was an all-right guy.”
“Yeah, well, an all-right guy doesn’t make out with you in front of your grammy’s house and then take someone else to prom.”
“You were brilliant, though,” Clementine says, throwing her arms around my neck. “I mean, Waylon, you stand a real shot at winning this thing.”
“You have to say that,” I drone. “You’re my sister.”
“Uh, no, sir. When’s the last time I said anything just because you were my brother?”
“I guess I shouldn’t bring up the time you legit didn’t tell me about your life plans because you didn’t want to hurt my feelings?”
“Low blow,” she says.
I shrug.
“She’s right, though,” Hannah chimes in. “People are talking. Between your outstanding karaoke performance over the weekend and your really freaking smart and relatable answer today, people are talking.”
After another hug from Clem and one last death threat for Tucker, I wave them both off and head to class. Despite the growing pit in my stomach over Tucker, I can’t help but feel a little bit of electricity with every step.
I don’t know if Clem’s right. But she’s not totally wrong. People are waving. They’re smiling. They’re saying hi. They know my name. Both of them, in fact.
Twenty-Nine
After the last bell, I head over to Mrs. Leonard’s classroom for our final Monday afternoon prom court meeting before prom this weekend. I’ve managed to avoid Tucker all day, but I can’t ignore the dread settling in my chest as I turn the corner into the home ec classroom.
But Tucker isn’t here yet.
“I was so proud of y’all this morning,” says Mrs. Leonard once we’re all settled. “About half of you still have at least one of your projects to complete, which must be done by the end of the school day on Friday for you to remain eligible.”
She passes out a schedule for Saturday night, and explains how we will all need to check in with her once we arrive and how voting will go down that evening. But I can barely make myself pay attention. Part of me is praying Tucker shows up and the other part is clammy at the thought.
But he never shows.
After Mrs. Leonard dismisses us, she calls me over totalk to her. “Tucker came to see me this afternoon,” she says.
“Um, okay.” I can’t imagine what him going to prom with Melissa has anything to do with Mrs. Leonard.
“He’s decided to step out of the running for prom king.”
“What? Are you serious?” There’s a twinge in my stomach, and I didn’t think I could be any more disappointed by him. But of course, he’s going with Melissa. Why am I even surprised?
“He did, however, get approval for your legacy project if you’d like to go through with it. He said it was your idea, anyway.”
I dig my toe into the linoleum floor and nod.
“I also want to give you the option of joining forces with another group in case it’s too much for you to take on by yourself.” She bites down on her lip for a moment. “But I have to be honest and say that with a grand gesture, I think you could really turn this whole thing on its head.”
“You think I could win?” It’s one thing for my sister to say it. Or even Bekah. But Mrs. Leonard, the woman who’s been heading up prom court for years? She knows her stuff.
“I think it’s worth throwing your weight behind.”
I nod. “I’m good on my own then.”
“Good,” she says. “Good.”
Walking out to my car, I think about the plans we’d discussed for our legacy project. We didn’t talk too much about it, but we knew what we wanted to do. Just not—
