Chapter 36
Sam was excited to go to the dance. She had never been to a dance with anyone before. She had discovered she liked to dance and was pretty good at it while she had been in San Francisco. Sam and her friend Pam danced a lot in one of their apartments when there weren't any adults around.
She was dressed casually in jeans and a sweater. Bryan was dressed the same but told Sam that she looked nice. Bryan drove to the dance in Nate's truck.
"Are you going to get a truck for graduation too?" Sam asked Bryan.
"I think I'm going to get an SUV instead," Bryan told her. "I know Quinn wants one. Can't let him be the only one who rides in style."
Sam snorted and Bryan laughed.
"I bet Jake gets a truck," Sam said.
"Oh no doubt," Bryan agreed. "With Jake it's not about style, it's about purpose."
Bryan gave her a look and Sam wondered at it. Bryan could see it on her face.
"He wasn't happy tonight," Bryan decided to tell her.
"About what?"
"Your going with me," Bryan told her.
"Why should he care?"
Bryan raised an eyebrow and Sam turned away to look out the window. She felt the blush in her cheeks.
"You have to know he cares," Bryan said.
"We're friends," Sam shrugged.
Bryan snorted this time and Sam glanced at him.
"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy," Bryan teased.
"Will he be there?" Sam asked.
"Jake at a dance?" Bryan yelped in amusement. "Not unless forced by Mom. I think though he might have chanced it if Mom hadn't told him he had to stay home and rest that leg."
"It's bothering him," Sam knew by the way he walked and the fatigue on his face that the leg bothered Jake sometimes.
"Yeah," Bryan nodded. "He's not one to take it easy."
"Unlike you and Quinn," Sam teased.
Bryan laughed. "We work hard when we have to."
"Yeah, when your dad's watching," Sam laughed with him.
Bryan laughed harder. "We're going to have fun tonight, Sammy. Have you been to many dances?"
"No," Sam shook her head, hoping she didn't make a fool out of herself. What if the dancing in San Francisco was different than the dancing in Nevada? Did they just do country line dances here or did anyone listen to more urban or hip hop music?
"We'll still have fun," Bryan predicted.
"Will you tell me if I'm making a fool out of myself?" Sam's voice squeaked.
"What are you planning on doing?" Bryan teased, pulling into the school parking lot.
"I'm not sure what kind of music is played at dances in Nevada," Sam admitted.
"A little bit of everything," Bryan told her. "Just follow my lead and you'll be fine."
"You're a good dancer or are you going to embarrass me?" Sam joked.
"Sammy, I'm a great dancer," Bryan promised. "You'll be amazed."
"Oh will I?" Sam smiled. "I seem to remember it was Nate who did the dancing in the family."
"That's Indian dancing," Bryan reminded her. "This is real dancing. Just like they say, 'good dancers make…' uh, never mind." Bryan shook his head, not believing what he almost told her.
"Make good what?" Sam inquired.
"Sorry Sammy, I shouldn't have said that," Bryan got out of the truck.
"Why?"
"Because Jake would kick my butt if he knew," Bryan laughed, tucking her hand into his.