Dave: Junior Year (Three Daves #2) Read Online Free PDF Page B

jumped down from the stage. His eyes were wide and bright, and he moved with nervous energy. His short spikes had grown out since before Christmas and flopped in the most attractive way.
    “You came,” he said.
    “Yeah. I brought a bunch of people. We have a big table up there.” Jen pointed upstairs.
    “Cool.” Dave threw his arm over her shoulders and squeezed. “I’m totally stoked. These guys are incredible.”
    Jen wrapped her arm around his tight waist, keeping her face tilted up at him, ready for a mind-numbing kiss. But Dave was distracted, looking back at the instruments.
    “You’re busy, so I’ll see you in a little bit, okay?” she said.
    “Yeah, great.” He hopped onto the stage and resumed messing with the hook-ups.
    Jen rejoined her friends. Before long, the band started banging out a mix of cover tunes that were more mainstream than Jen had expected. The band wasn’t bad. A few songs in, Jen, Marcy, Laura, and Maria headed down to the dance floor. While they danced, Jen peered into the small mosh pit that had formed near the stage. She was looking for Dave’s mussed head thrashing above the crowd, but she didn’t see him there or anywhere else.
    After working up a sweat, the girls went back upstairs. Jen was surprised to see Dave standing at the end of her table, talking to Joe’s friends. He smiled when he saw her and came over to her. Sliding both of his hands into either side of her damp hair, he tilted her face up toward him. “Man, you’re so cute when you’re all sweaty.” He ducked his head and ran the tip of his tongue up her neck to her jaw line. “Tasty,” he growled into her ear.
    Jen wrinkled her nose, at the same time fighting an urge to jump him right there in the middle of the bar. As he released his hands from her head, she slid an arm around his waist. “Meet my friends. This is Tom, Maria, Marcy, and Laura.” Everyone nodded politely, though Jen hoped Dave hadn’t noticed Maria’s skeptical glare. “That’s Joe and his dudes down there. Looks like you already know some of them.”
    “We’re acquainted,” Dave said.
    Just then, the band announced that they’d be taking a break. Dave whipped his head toward the stage. “Better go see what my boys need.” He gave Jen a quick kiss on the forehead and was gone.
    She didn’t dare leave the table once the band started up again. An hour and a half later, Dave still hadn’t come back to see her. Jen didn’t worry about it until her friends started making noises about going home. She didn’t want to leave without seeing Dave again, at least to say goodbye.
    She glanced around the huge, crowded bar. It would take forever to find him, and Jen couldn’t ask her friends to wait. Maria had made several remarks in the last hour about “scumbags who invite girls out and then ignore them.” It was so unfair. Maria didn’t understand what a big night this was for Dave or how excited he was about the band…and Maria hadn’t felt his delectable tongue tickle her neck.
    Joe and his friends appeared to be just getting warmed up and probably wouldn’t leave for a while. Jen could stay and get a ride home with them. She watched one of Joe’s friends slip a condom over the end of his beer bottle. He shook the bottle and the guys whooped as the prophylactic inflated from the gas released by exploding beer bubbles. Jen was glad to see they’d finally found a use for their condoms, but wasn’t sure the possibility of more time with Dave would be worth the extra time she’d be forced to spend alone with them.
    While an old-school Clash song blared from the stage, Jen stalled, hoping something would happen to help her decide what to do—something like Dave appearing out of a fog on a white stallion.
    “Jen, you coming or not?” Maria asked. Her tone carried a thinly veiled threat on Jen’s life if the answer was not .
    Tom leaned across the table toward Jen, making sure to catch her eyes in his mild, friendly gaze.