Triple Dare

I was distracted thinking about the end of year dance, and this year the theme was 'Grease,' which made it even more exciting, because I was such a fan of the movie. It was only summer, and the dance wasn’t until next year, but it was on the tip of all our tongues. Everyone was looking forward to their final year of high school, and knowing it would be the last dance we would attend there, it gave us something to look forward to. It was all everyone talked about.

Dad said we had to keep a tight hold on our purse strings this year, so there were no summer holidays planned. Instead, we were at our country club, the same one we had lunch every Sunday at the end of the month with my parents and Kurt’s.

I tried to forget about my surroundings, but I couldn’t until he smiled at me I knew who he was, Trent Edwards, the all-star quarterback and team captain. The one that all girls talked about, but not me. I was with Kurt, my boyfriend; he was on the same team too. He spent most of his time on the bench. He wasn’t a captain and didn’t have the girls swooning after him.

Not like Trent.

Trent had sexy green eyes and dark hair, oh, and let’s not forget that there were three of him.

Well, not exactly. He was one of a set of triplets at my high school.

I decided to change the mood of the table. Boredom was setting in, Dad was drinking excessively, Mom was quiet, and Kurt and his parents weren’t their usual cheerful selves.

“Well, I for one am looking forward to the end of year dance. Not only because it’s the final dance of our year, but because Lacey Jenkins, who is really creative, is in charge of it.”

Shit.

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I immediately regretted them. Lacey wasn’t to be mentioned in front of Kurt and vice-versa. They used to date or something, and I’d never known the details, but Kurt had told me more than once not to mention her name—especially in his presence, so I bit my lip as soon as he cut his eyes at me. It was as if he had daggers in his hands and was stabbing them at my eyes as I blinked repeatedly and then grabbed my water, just so I wouldn’t have to look at him again. And even better, so I wouldn’t speak again. It was my cue to keep my mouth shut. So much for changing the mood to something exciting.

“I ordered sparkling water, and it’s taken one hour to come!” Kurt said as Trent leaned toward our table, asking if we needed anything else.

“Can’t get good staff these days!” Kurt spat out before Trent had time to apologize. There was no denying Kurt was jealous of Trent, and his dad raised a glass as if he was agreeing with his son.

Trent moved away from our table, no doubt to get the sparkling water that Kurt had previously ordered. I didn’t remember him doing so, but whatever Kurt wanted, he got.

“Doesn’t that boy go to your school?” Walt quizzed as he moved his focus from his meal to his son.

“He does,” I agreed, thinking for once I wouldn’t let Kurt antagonize me and would say whatever I wanted. “He’s a straight-A student and captain of the football team, and he works here. I really don’t know how he does it all.”

“Genes!” Summer, Kurt’s mom, said as she wiped her oversized cheeks, which had tomato sauce on it. Then, she stuffed her face with the spaghetti bolognese as if she hadn’t eaten in a week.