“Just play it cool until Maxwell’s party,” he advises.
“Yes, sir,” I grumble. “Oh, and by the way, I’m canceling on you tonight. I’m exhausted from our marathon last night, and if I don’t get some sleep I’ll be a zombie for the rest of the week.”
Garrett doesn’t look happy. “But we were going to start the hard stuff today.”
“Tell you what, I’ll email you a sample essay question, something Tolbert would come up with. Give yourself two hours to write it, and tomorrow we’ll go over it together. That way I can get a sense of what we need to work on.”
“Fine,” he concedes. “I’ve got practice in the morning and then class. Come over at noon?”
“Sure, but I’ve gotta be out of there by three for rehearsal.”
“Cool. See you tomorrow then.” He ruffles my hair as if I’m a five year old, then saunters off.
A wry smile tugs on my lips as I watch him go, his silver and black hockey jacket plastering to his chest as he walks into the wind. I’m not the only one looking—several females also swing their heads in his direction, and I can practically see their panties melt away as he flashes that rogue grin around.
Rolling my eyes, I head off in the opposite direction. I don’t want to be late for rehearsal, especially since Cass and I still haven’t reached an agreement about his ludicrous choir idea.
But when I walk into the music room, Cass is nowhere to be seen.
“Hey,” I greet MJ, who’s at the piano studying sheets of music.
Her blond head pops up, a strained smile on her face. “Oh, hey.” She pauses. “Cass isn’t coming today.”
Annoyance erupts in my belly. “What do you mean he’s not coming?”
“He texted me a few minutes ago. He has a migraine.”
Yeah right. I know for a fact that a bunch of our classmates, Cass included, went out for drinks last night, because one of them texted me an invite when Garrett and I were watching Breaking Bad. It’s easy to put two and two together—Cass is hung-over and that’s why he bailed.
“We can still rehearse, though,” MJ says. This time her smile reaches her eyes. “It might be nice to run through the song without stopping to argue every five seconds.”
“Yeah, except whatever we do today, he’ll just veto tomorrow.” I plop into a chair near the piano and pin her down with a hard look. “The choir idea is bullshit, MJ. You know it is.”
She nods in defeat. “I know.”
“Then why didn’t you back me up?” I demand, unable to mask my resentment.
A blush appears on her pale cheeks. “I…” She gulps visibly. “Can you keep a secret?”
Shit. I don’t like where this is going. “Sure…”
“Cass asked me out.”
“Oh.” I try not to sound surprised, but it’s hard to hide it. MJ is a sweet girl, and she’s certainly not unattractive, but she’s also the last person I’d consider Cass Donovan’s type.
As much as I loathe him, Cass is drop dead gorgeous. He’s got the kind of album-cover-friendly face that will sell a lot of records one day, no doubt about that. And look, I’m not saying the plain girl can’t get the hot guy. I’m sure it happens all the time. But Cass is a pompous, image-obsessed jerk. Someone that superficial would never be caught dead with a mousy thing like Mary Jane, no matter how sweet she is.
“It’s okay,” she says with a laugh. “I know you’re surprised. I was too. He asked me before rehearsal that day.” She sighs. “You know, the choir day.”