The thought of having to tell Ryan he wanted to talk to Goth-Chic alone made beads of sweat form on his forehead. He still wasn’t sure what had gone on between Ryan and Ellie the night before. Had Ryan tried to make a move on Ellie? The idea was making Tom’s ego take a bruising. He had never lost a girl to Ryan, and the mere thought that maybe this time he might, was preying on his self-confidence. What Tom did know, was that somehow, in the past twenty-four hours, he had managed to get two totally hot girls mad at him. This was not good. He tried running the scenarios over in his head, searching for an answer that might get him out of at least one doghouse. Jacey, he knew, would get over it. She’d give him the silent treatment for a few days, maybe even a week, but eventually she would crack and they would be friends again. He would try to score with her once more, and he would be turned down again, and the pattern would continue until it drove him to a wet dream. Goth-Chic, on the other hand, was a wild card.
