what youâd call close, except maybe in the way that theGreen Bay Packers and the Chicago Bears could be considered close. To put it another way, weâd been fierce academic rivals since before either of us could spell
fierce academic rivals
.
âHey, I was sorry to hear about you and Cam splitting up,â Andrew said. âUh, but I heard youâre already dating again.â
Oh, great. So Bruce was already bragging about that. I wondered what exactly heâd been telling people. Then again, knowing Bruce, I probably didnât want to know.
âYeah, sort of, I guess,â I said, drifting into a private little fantasy of shoving Bruceâs wandering hands up his own butt.
âGreat. Then how about we go out sometime?â
That snapped me back to reality. âWhat?â I blurted out. âUh, we? You mean you and me? Going out on a date?â
âSure, why not?â Andrew shrugged. His lower lip was twitching slightly. âHope itâs not too soon. I just donât want to miss my chance again.â
âAgain?â
He winced, looking as if he wished he could take it back. âWell, yeah,â he admitted. âI thought about asking you out oncebefore. Back in eighth grade. I wanted to ask you to the Christmas Ball, but you and Cam got together before I could.â
Wow. That was so out of the blue I didnât know what to say for a second.
âUm, okay,â I said at last. âSure. That would be . . . nice.â
âGreat! Are you free tonight? How about dinner at Manfrediâs?â Weirdly, he had that same triumphant gleam in his eye that he got on the rare occasion he received a higher grade than me on a test. I could only imagine what kind of theory Allie would come up with to explain that.
âSounds good,â I said, trying to sound normal. âI love that place.â
âFantastic. Iâll pick you up at six.â
You could call it bad luck. You could call it a statistical improbability. Or you could just call it what it wasâlife in a small town. Whatever the terminology, I could hardly believe my eyes when Andrew and I walked into Manfrediâs that evening and I saw Cam and Jaylene sitting at one of the tables for two along the cozy little restaurantâs back wall.
Date number four,
I thought, AllieâsDozen Dates Theory flitting across my mind.
But whoâs counting?
Cam looked up and spotted me. He froze in midchew. I didnât have to look to see what he was eating: fettuccine carbonara. That was what he always ordered at Manfrediâs.
We stared at each other for a second. Then his expression relaxed into sort of a sad smile. He lifted one hand in a wave, and I waved back, feeling as awkward as humanly possible. I mean, what were the odds? Even in Claus Lake? I was still waving when Jaylene glanced around curiously. She waved back cheerfully, then leaned forward to say something to Cam.
Andrew had just turned after giving our name to the maître dâ. Following my gaze, he took in the sight of the happy couple. I had to hand it to himâhe was as cool as a cucumber. Only a slight twitch of the lower lip gave away that heâd noticed anything. Without acknowledging the situation at all, he reached out and put an arm around my shoulders.
âCome on, Lexi,â he said. âI think our table is ready.â
I was so distracted as we walked across the tightly packed restaurant that Iâm surprisedI didnât trip over a table leg and land in someoneâs soup. When we reached our table by the front window, the maître dâ stepped forward as if to pull out one of the chairs for me. But Andrew blocked him neatly, steering me to the other chairâthe one with no view of Camâs table.
âUh, thanks,â I mumbled, still trying to wrap my head around what was happening here. Was I doomed to spend the rest of my senior year running into Cam and Jaylene everywhere