Chapter 11
LYNN-
I made it to Smokey's to see, not Tyler's Sentra, but Mike's suburban. Both boys were talking animatedly on the driver's side. I started to walk faster and waved, grinning. They returned the gesture.
"Lynn, you finally made it! I was beginning to worry you'd stood me up." Tyler gave me a willing hug when I got close enough. I hugged him, less enthusiastic about the contact. Mike was next in line, but his was a more welcome invitation to me, I guess because he was such a closer friend to me.
"So what are you doing here, Mikey?" I asked, ruffling his neatly spiked hair.
"I'm the chauffeur for tonight."
"Oh great, you ready to be a third wheel yet?" I joked. We both knew that wouldn't end up happening.
"You bet. But it's really Ty's fault since his ride broke down."
"Finally," I muttered, smirking.
"Hey don't diss the van! It has good years in it. And it's in the shop now." I shook my head, laughing lightly.
"It also ruined you're one on one date. Not that I mind." I patted his back as he deadpanned in realization. Before anyone could say anything else, I yelled out, "I call shotgun!" and ran to the passenger seat of Mike's van. Both boys watched me with smiles plastered on their faces.
"What?" I asked, a little unsure. Mike didn't say anything.
"You look hot!" Tyler announced as he climbed in the backseat and slid the door closed. I saw this coming a mile away.
"Why thank you. Now are we going or what?" I turned to the blond, changing the subject. But then I thought about something.
"I don't think I'm as bad as Jessica about admitting to beauty though." I pictured the way our queen bee would react to the compliment. It probably wouldn't be enough to her.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Mike asked, staying the peace keeper as always.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Are we thinking of the same Jessica? Or have you refused to see conceited written all over her? Probably even her rack!"
"Well, that's not nice Lynn." I gave a weird look toward the smiling Mike.
"You know me way better than that." I scolded him.
"Well, you're way hotter than Jessica could ever be. And I'm glad we finally got together." I kept looking out the window as Tyler went on and on about how I finally accepted him. I didn't know it, but my friend was watching me and my reactions.
All too long away, I saw flashing neon lights and jumped for joy.
"I see it! Mike, pull in there! Come on! Hurry up before anybody else gets that spot!"
"Wow, Lynn. Chill! We're not getting there any faster, you know." I smiled apologetically towards Mike, until I felt Tyler lean his head near my shoulder.
"Is someone excited for our date?" He chuckled. I pondered on my answer.
"Well, what band is it?"
"One Change, Swift Riders, and Take on the Rebellion."
"Really? Then they better be good." I winked, then tapped Tyler's chin so he would sit back. Mike was sniggering in the background of our conversation.
"Alright, pile out." We got out and I linked arms with both boys and went straight to the security guard. I was getting looks from all over. I wondered if it was the attire, or the fact that I had two older boys linked with me. I shrugged, giggling. I was enjoying myself.
The music was blaring as we got inside. The lights flashed blindingly and bodies were already swinging. It was scary, but fascinating at the same time. I never went to a concert before. It seemed so lively, and close contact. Everyone seemed to have friends crushed together. This was so me!
"Come on! Come on! I want to get closer to the band!" I dragged whoever was with me, half an hour later, around the edge of swarming people toward the stage. It ended up being Mike. Tyler was getting drunk. He'd find us eventually. We passed by a table of punch. I swiped a cup and chugged it. It tasted kind of funny. I found out soon enough. I ran back to my friend.
"Mikey, dance with me!" I twirled round and round, laughing all the while. Mike joined in after a moment. While he got in hearing range to me, he yelled.
"Lynn, you're supposed to be with Tyler." I pouted.
"He's not even here, Mikey! Come on. Enjoy the music and stop worrying." I giggled, my hair swiping me in the face as I turned the opposite way mid-swing.
"But he was really looking forward to being with you. Why are you here if you don't want to be with him?" I stopped a moment short, making him run into me.
"Everyone deserves a chance right?" I thought about Jacob and bit my lip. Everything was going downhill again. It dawned on me that this had to be similar with Tyler. He liked me. And if Jacob really didn't like me, I wouldn't want him to pretend he ever did. I sighed, taking Mike's hand and moving out of the building so we could talk easier. Suddenly, this was what I wanted. I wanted to talk about it to someone.
I searched for Tyler to see him lip-locked with a cute little blond, most likely one of those popular full of herself type girl. So much for him really liking me. I guess that was it for him.
