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Oh yeah, he was there too.
And his hand was in Grace’s.
Were they a… a couple now?
Sam’s discerning eyes darted from mine to the space at my right. “And you are…?”
“Jhillhianh…” my date said.
Oh, right. I had a date.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to be rude. It’s been a long day,” I prattled. “This is Jill. Jillian.”
I could feel the daggers from Jillian’s eyes, but I couldn’t see her. I was too busy telling Grace all this.
“Hey, it’s Friday. You can relax,” Sam said.
But I could tell he could read the situation. Being around perceptive people sucked sometimes.
Not that it was so hard to perceive what was going on. I think the only one in the group that didn’t know what was going on was Grace.
Though, as we headed inside among the crowd of people, Jillian was looking down at her phone with the front-camera facing her, fluffing her hair. Maybe she was also oblivious.
Maybe I could still get away with pretending to be chill about everything.
Sam led the way, his hand in Grace’s.
He seemed to have this victorious energy about him that parted the crowd, allowing him to move through it easily.
Of course he did. Everything was easy to Sam.
He probably didn’t even have a plan to get wherever he was going, but he knew where he was going, and here we all were, following him.
I was annoyed by that about my friend; that he lacked carefulness and proper planning and attention to detail, yet…
Yet everything always worked out for him anyway.
“Hwhathhhashtahg do I uhse for this shhoh?” Jillian asked.
“The fuck did you just say?” Sam asked.
“Hhhashtahg…” she repeated, not even looking up at him.
Sam looked at her, then to me as if to say,fucking really, Noah?But he answered her.
“Ghreat, whow,ohnly twhenny-kay fhollowers…” she replied.
Kill me. Kill me now.
I tried to focus on Grace’s dress; the sparkles were easy to spot in this crowd donned in black.
What did Grace think of Jillian? Surely, she was around students all the time. Maybe the whole younger dating pool was like this.
Maybe she wouldn’t judge me too hard.
We were getting close to the stage, and the crowd thickened. Sam flashed his shiny black VIP passes to security and we all shuffled into the booth nearby.
“Nice seats,” I said, sliding in next to Jillian.
