I should’ve gotten the boyfriend of the year award for that. And truth be told, now that we were at the dance, she looked hot. The green dress she finally picked out made my heart stop, so the agony was totally worth it. Someone went to a lot of trouble to deck out the gym. Streamers and a strobe light in the dark cavernous room gave off a cheap, eighties-disco, rip-off vibe. Not really my scene. If I had to be here, I just wanted to hang with the guys by the punch bowl. Tyson, Dylan and Josh were all dressed like me, uncomfortably in a suit and tie. We’re definitely more at home in sneakers and sweat pants. Tyson’s white teeth practically glowed against his dark skin, his smile wide like he was enjoying the view. All the guys had that happy look. Could be something they put in the punch. Could be all the pretty girls hanging around, flirting. I felt a tug on my suit jacket sleeve. “There you are, handsome,” Jessica said, grabbing my hand. “Let’s dance.” She batted her eyelashes, her full, lipgloss laden lips smiling wide.
