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Dad shrugged. “So, what's with the look?”
“Nothing,” I said as I typed my reply. “We just … don’t really talk that much …”
“Well, maybe she wants to change that,” he suggested, smiling with encouragement.
It was a nice thought. Cassie and I had always gotten along, and she wasn’t a friend I'd ever turn down if she did want to start chatting more regularly again. Maybe we could even grab coffee sometime.
But that was not what she wanted.
Cassie: Soooo, do you remember Peter Staub?
“She wants to know if I remember Peter Staub,” I told my parents as I typed,From seventh-grade homeroom?
“Who's Peter Staub?” Dad asked.
“You didn't know him, I don't think,” I muttered as I waited for a reply.
Cassie: Yes! That's the one!
Me: Yeah, I remember him. Why do you ask?
Cassie: Okay, this is gonna be sooo random, but he saw you at the wedding, apparently.
Me: Oh … LOL. That's crazy. I didn't even know he was there.
Cassie: He didn't know it was you either! He's Steven's best friend—I dunno if you knew that. But he saw you and wanted to talk to you. But then he noticed the guy you were with and totally chickened out!
Me: Seriously?
Cassie: We were JUST NOW talking about the wedding, and he told us he saw … and I quote … “the HOTTEST WOMAN with long black hair and a KILLER BODY” and that he CANNOT STOP thinking about her. And I was like, OMG, PETER!!! That's Lennon!
“Wow,” I uttered aloud on a held breath as I finished reading her message.
Peter Staub, the seventh-grade homeroom king who had never known I existed thought I was hot with a killer body? I knew I wasn't unattractive, and I'd hope my body was decent after the amount of time I spent doing yoga and walking. But I'd never think to describe it askiller, and I'd never have expected for Peter to look twice in my direction.
But if Dylan Pierce could want me, why not him?
“What?” Mom asked.
“Nothing,” I replied as my fingers danced across the screen.
Me: Um, tell him I said thank you, LOL.
Cassie: He says you're very welcome, and can he have your number? LOL!!!
I wasn't laughing. I was excusing myself from the dinner table and scolding my twenty-nine-year-old nerves for not knowing a grown-up way of handling this situation. But Peter freakin' Staub wanted my number, and I didn't want to squeal like a little girl while sitting between my mother and father as they ate their cottage pie.
Instead, I hurried to my room, closed the door, and threw my body onto the bed as I typed out a falsely cool,Sure.
Cassie: Aaand now, he has it.
Cassie: He says he's going to call you soon. Maybe tonight, if he doesn't get home too late.
Me: Okay! Tell him I can't wait. :)
Cassie: OMG, I love this. I'm playing matchmaker. Wouldn't it be amazing if you guys really got together and we could double date?
Me: That would be awesome!
