Desi shot a dirty look at Marco and turned to me. “Yeah, but I wasn’t really planning on going.”
“Why not? He got a band and a few kegs. I’m headed there now,” Marco said.
Desi looked like he wanted to murder Marco, which only made me curious. Why didn’t he want to go? I tugged on his arm.
“Let’s go.”
He shook his head but I insisted.
“Are you sure you want to spend your birthday at a party with a bunch of losers? I kind of wanted to spend it with you alone. I had something planned.”
“Just a little bit. Let’s go for an hour, and then we can do your thing, whatever that is.”
“Fine. I’ll figure things out.”
