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This part of the plan I’d thought up this week, and it works even better now, knowing how many votes Izzy got. It’s going to make me sound like a douche, but if it works Yvette will believe me, and I’ll be paired up with Izzy.
“Izzy’s a nerd, right?” Yvette nods. “And I’m class president. Now that I’m on the court, I could also be this year’s prom king.”
“No way, dude.” Oscar shoots me a jealous glare. “I’m taking prom king.”
“Okay, but I was homecoming king. So, you put me with the nerd girl, and it might not make her seem so, gung-ho, you know? It could make her blend in like she’s just another person on prom court. Meanwhile, you’ll be out there campaigning for your crown, just like we all know you’ll get.”
I stay on top of the desk, trying to give Yvette the most confident smile I can muster. Her eyes stay on me as she thinks about it.
“But if you couple with her, then who will I get?” She sticks out her bottom lip as if she’s hurt we aren’t coupling together.
I look over at Oscar. “How about Oscar?”
She looks over at him, eyeing him up and down as if trying to register if he was good enough for her. Oscar doesn’t seem to mind. “I’m down.”
“Mm, okay.” She looks back at me, pointing. “I’m still campaigning for you though, Matt. We will be king and queen.”
“Hey, what about me?” Oscar looks insulted. “I’m your court couple now.”
Yvette gives him a fake smile with an apologetic shrug.
“Okay, then,” Greg speaks up. “So that’s three of the couples. What about that last two?”
I stare at the two lists. “If no one has any objections, I say Jen and Franco.” Jen’s going to flip when she finds out. She’s still hoping Franco will ask her to prom and them being together during the week should make it easy enough.
“Sounds good,” Oscar agrees. “So that leaves Sarah and Bret. Nice pairing actually, starting quarterback and cheerleading captain.” He chuckles.
“Okay.” I look around. “Seems like we got it.”
As if waiting just for us, the bell rings, and we grab our bags to head out. As I approach the door, Yvette catches up with me.
“So, who’s your date gonna be?” She leans in closer, giving my arm a squeeze before letting go.
“I don’t know. We still got all the planning and everything to do. I might just go stag.” Though, inside I’m praying Izzy will have a change of heart about the costume ultimatum.
“You can’t go stag to our senior prom, Matt. You just can’t.” She states it as if it would be a catastrophe. As if me showing up at prom with no date, other than herself I’m guessing, would keep the world from spinning.
“People go with friends all the time, Yvette.”
“Yes, those people do.” She waves her hand as if shooing away gnats. “We aren’t those people, Matt.” Pulling at my arm, she stops and stares at me. “I will deny I said this if you tell anyone.” She looks around nervously. “But we should go together.”
I peak an eyebrow. I know why she’d deny it. Yvette Morales didn’t come out and say what she wanted. Yes, she played the games, and yes, she knew exactly what she wanted. But like I said, it’s a power thing for her. She wants guys to know she’s interested, so they ask her—like she’s special. And I’m sure she is to some guys. But to me, she’s just another girl I know.
Before I can reply, she lifts her hand to my chin and rubs her thumb over it. I’m instantly aware of how I feel nothing even remotely the same as I had earlier with Izzy.
“You just have to shave. This caveman stubble has got to go.”
She turns around, proud she made her point, and I have no doubt she believes I’m going to ask her. But I can only bite the inside of my cheek, grinning, remembering how Izzy had responded the exact opposite while brushing her fingers across my cheek. Just the memory sends another shock through my system.
