Chapter 3
"Have you seen Sebestien?" Megan asked, bounding up behind Cody. She screamed and jumped three feet to the side. She turned to glare at Megan, who fiddled sheepishly with the handle of her tennis bag.
Why is that the one weekend I agree to cover for Seb, everyone is looking for him?
"Give me a heart attack, why don't you!" she snarled angrily. Megan dropped her tennis bag and held up both hands in surrender.
"Sorry, but I've been looking for him all day. Do you know where he is?"
"Nope, sorry." Cody replied hastily, turning to leave.
"Are you sure? Because I thought I saw you talking to him during Adena's match." Megan's voice was sly. Cody bristled.
She did that on purpose! She couldn't have told me she saw us talking before! Now I'm trapped.
"Uh..he had to umm...see, what he had to do is...he has a garage band!" A garage band? Why the hell did I say that? Oh god.
Megan snorted, "Seb...Sebestien...has a ...garage band?" she managed between fits of laughter. Cody wanted to kick herself in the head.
Why did I say that?
"Yeah, pretty weird huh? But uh...he does." She smiled weakly. Megan was still laughing.
"Well, I guess I'll just wait for him to come back. I wonder if he's the drummer..." she trailed off, picking up her tennis bag.
"Hey! Adena! You'll never believe what I just found out about Seb!" Megan shouted across the campus. Cody's jaw dropped. Megan turned to look at Cody over her shoulder.
"I'll see you later." She smiled wickedly again and bounced over to Adena. Cody threw her head back and groaned.
"Why did I say that? Of all the things I could have said, why did I have to say that? I am soooo dead."