Free The Blind Date by Melody Carlson Page B

whatever it is you’re freaking over.”
    â€œYou promise you won’t breathe a word of this to anyone?”
    â€œYou know I won’t,” Bryn assured her. “Think of all the other secrets I’ve kept for you over the years.”
    â€œWell . . . I’m kinda worried about the blind date I got for—uh—the DG member whose name I can’t mention.”
    â€œUh-huh?”
    â€œI’m sure she’s going to be pretty upset about the guy. I mean, I know she’s going to be really ticked at me. And I’ll admit that it was really impulsive on my part.”
    â€œInteresting. So you set someone up with a real loser, huh?” Bryn asked. “Someone who thankfully is not me.”
    â€œI know it was a huge mistake. But I have no idea how to undo it.”
    â€œJust tell the loser dude that you changed your mind. Or made a mistake. Or whatever. And then ask someone else more appropriate.”
    â€œBut it will hurt the guy’s feelings. He was so happy about going to the dance. And he’s already gotten his costume together. I can’t do that to him, Bryn.”
    â€œThen I suppose you have to suffer the consequences, huh?”
    â€œI suppose so.”
    Bryn was about to guess who was getting stuck with the blind-date-loser-dude, but she was already at her grandma’s house. “Hey, look, there’s Cassidy’s car. It looks like Emma and Devon are with her too.”
    â€œYeah, why wouldn’t they be?”
    â€œBecause they were so mad at me yesterday?”
    â€œOh, well . . . maybe the members are taking the second rule seriously.”
    â€œWhat’s the second rule?”
    â€œTo be loyal to fellow DG members.” Abby sighed as she opened the door. “I read over the rules last night.”
    â€œSo do you think you were being loyal when you set someone up with a loser?” Bryn asked quietly as they got out of the car.
    â€œShhh!” Abby warned. “Don’t remind me.”
    As Bryn went over to greet her friends, she reassured herself that all was well. The DG was all here, and they had obviously decided to let bygones be bygones.

7
    I gotta take this.” Emma held up her phone as the five of them were walking up to Bryn’s grandmother’s two-story brick house. “I’ll be done in a minute.” She waited for the others to go inside.
    â€œHey, Kent,” she said into her phone. “What’s up?”
    â€œYou promised to send me some costume ideas,” he told her. “Remember?”
    â€œOh, yeah. I put some photos on my phone. I can send them right now if you want. Or else you could rent the movie.”
    â€œThat’s a chick flick,” he said in a disdainful tone.
    â€œA chick flick? Are you kidding? The Hunger Games is about a bunch of people killing each other. It’s all about this horrible fight where only one person is supposed to survive. It is absolutely not a chick flick, Kent.”
    â€œSeriously?”
    â€œAbsolutely. Watch the movie, Kent. You’re going to like it.” Now, without giving away Abby’s name, Emma describedthe outfit Abby planned to wear. “She’ll even be carrying a bow with her. And I don’t mean a bow in her hair. A bow-and-arrow kind of bow. Anyway, as Peeta, you should wear something that goes with that kind of outfit.”
    â€œOkay. I guess that works for me. I didn’t like the idea of having to rent a tux or something like that.”
    â€œAnd I can’t remember if I told you, but there will be ten of us sharing the limo—”
    â€œKind of like for homecoming?”
    â€œYeah. And we’ll split the cost ten ways.”
    â€œSounds good.”
    She went over a few more details, then promised to send the photos. “But you make sure you rent that movie—”
    â€œI don’t have to rent it, my little sister owns it.”
    â€œWell,