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“The boys will be fighting for your attention.” She crossed her arms over her chest and admired her work.
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t know about that.”
“You just wait. Besides, you’re something shiny and new to them. They’re tired of the girls that are always around. They will be all over you tonight, you’ll see.”
We applied our lip gloss and headed out, stopping to say goodbye to Brittany’s parents. We got back into her truck, giggling and looking forward to the night out. Matt’s place was off of the main road and there were bumpy back roads that led to a shack in the middle of a big field. As expected, there were big trucks parked everywhere. I never saw trucks this big in Madison.
Brittany found a spot to park and we checked our hair and makeup in the mirrors on the truck. “Ready?” She asked with a grin.
I gave her a firm nod; I was as ready as I was going to be.
As we got closer to the party, the music got louder. It was only around six PM, but things were in full swing. I looked around, not sure if I recognized anyone anymore.
“Kara!” A girl screamed and ran up to me, embracing me in a big hug. She pulled away, holding onto me at arms length. “How are you?”
I glanced over at Brittany as if to say ‘Help me!’ I had no idea who had just basically tackle hugged me.
“Hey Missy!” Brittany said, saving me. That’s right, Missy!
“I’m good, Missy. How are you?” I smiled at her. She never even noticed I didn’t remember her.
“I’m great.” She hooked her arm with mine. “It’s so good to see you. It’s great you’re in town for the summer. We’re going to have such fun.”
I looked over my shoulder at Brittany behind me. I barely remembered hanging out with Missy all those years ago. Why would I now? Brittany shrugged her shoulder and smiled at me. I had a feeling she was going to fill me in later.
“Let’s go get a beer.” She led us over to the keg and handed me a glass. We stood in line to get our beers when someone else came up to talk to Missy, making her forget all about me. I handed Brittany a beer and we laughed.
“Whowasthat?” I whispered to her, making sure Missy couldn’t hear us.
“I thought you remembered her,” she snorted and took a drink from her cup.
“I do. Kinda. I remember a Missy, but that’s about it,” I admitted.
“Well, if you don’t want anyone to find out something, don’t tell her. And if you want to get the scoop on anything or anyone, ask her,” she rolled her eyes. “I try to avoid her.”
I nodded and took a sip of my beer; it tasted so good on this warm day. I looked around the field, checking out the scene around me. There were a few couples hanging on each other and a big group of girls giggling. Next to them I caught the brownest eyes looking at me. It unnerved me and I had to turn around.
“Who’s he?” I hissed at Brittany behind my cup.
“Who?” She asked, looking around, getting up on her tiptoes to get a better look.
I smacked her lightly. “Don’t be so obvious.”
“What?” She asked, looking around more casually. “Who are you talking about?”
“That guy over there. By the girls. He was watching me. He has on a red baseball hat and torn jeans.” I looked over at him, noticing the way his sleeveless shirt revealed very chiseled arms. I looked away quickly when I caught him watching me again. “The one that won’t stop looking at me.”
“Ohhim!” She squealed. “That’s the new guy I was telling you about. Isn’t he hot?”
“What’s his name again?” I asked, taking a drink of my beer and trying to act all cool and casual. I had a feeling he was looking at me again, but I didn’t dare check.
“JT. Well, someone told me it’s John Thomas, but he likes to be called JT. He moved here a month or so ago with his dad. They have an auto shop near the beauty shop.”
“Does he have a girlfriend?” I asked.
“Nope,” she shook her head. “At least I don’t think so. I’ve seen him at a few parties talking with some girls, but that’s it. All the girls flirt with him all the time. But he hasn’t shown any interest in any of them.” She beamed at me. “Until you.” She looked in his direction. “He’s still checking you out. You should go say hi.”
“No way. I need a few more drinks before I get the nerve to do that,” I mumbled.
