out, was he? “Um. . . thanks for the menu update.”
“You’re welcome.” Owen apparently didn’t get sarcasm. “We’d save just over fifty percent of our U.S. dollars buying the cheeseburger this week instead of next week. Deposit the extra money into an interest bearing account and watch it grow exponentially until you retire.”
I stared at him blankly. This could not be a date request, right?
He paused a few seconds. “Want to get a burger with me? It doesn’t have to be the deal of the week cheeseburger if you prefer something else.”
Yep, I’d just been asked out on a date for the second time in a week. But this time by my friend’s crush, not my own. I gave Brynne a quick, totally-not-my-fault glance and then addressed the gigantic issue at hand.
“I’m not sure how to answer that.” Yeah, not the most brilliant statement, but how should one answer a hot UFO geek who asked them out for a cheap burger? It’d all be fine and good while we were munching down lunch, but what would happen once he started a conversation?
“Actually, Amy, we have that errand to run at the mall during lunch,” Brynne said.
Have I mentioned how much I loved Brynne? This was the perfect thing to say for two reasons. One, she’d saved me from rejecting her crush. And two, the excuse was actually true.
I’d totally forgotten that Nicole asked us to hold her hand while she got her ear triple pierced on the left side. Her dad had forbidden her to do it last night, so she wanted to get it done at lunch before she had time to think about how long she was going to be grounded once he found out. Her dad was an Army Reserve and a pro at dealing out punishment.
“That’s right. I’m supposed to go to the mall,” I said, hoping he’d take a hike so I could talk to Brynne about the spirits who had just tried to suffocate me. And assure her I’d done nothing to purposefully encourage Owen asking me out. Must be that he liked how I’d stuck up for UFOs earlier. He probably thought we were kindred spirits now or something.
Owen adjusted his backpack on his shoulder. “No sweat. Can I call you later?”
“I guess so.” My vagueness might be leading him on, but I couldn’t think of how to let him down gently. I wish high school came with a playbook. How did one turn down one’s best friend’s crush when one’s best friend was standing right there when said crush asks her out? My mind was beginning to crumble under the pressure.
“Okay, later.” He awkwardly winked at me. Or maybe he had something in his eye.
Didn’t matter, he was leaving. Whew .
Brynne turned and watched Owen head toward the parking lot. “What was that about?”
“I think he’s just happy someone took his side. But sorry—didn’t realize he’d ask me out just because I defended UFOs. Just seems like the way my luck is going.” My neck muscles tightened as I stressed over whether or not the invisible harassment party would be waiting for me when I went to my next class.
“That, or you must’ve given off a sweetie vibe when you rescued Owen’s speech from Lindsay’s clutches. I’m glad you did, even if he did end up asking you out. Maybe I should have stuck up for him too, but wow—UFOs?” Brynne smiled wide and I knew she wasn’t mad Owen had asked me out. She waved both hands at Nicole, who stood across the courtyard, chatting up two guys from the football team. “Nicole, if you want to do this, let’s get moving!”
“Subtle,” I said, then glanced toward the hall to make sure no spirit had turned visible.
Brynne turned to me. “Any word from Alex since your group date?”
I shook my head. “Not even a text.”
She put a hand on my arm. “I’m sure he still likes you. Maybe he’s shy.”
“Who knows?” I said, dismissing thoughts of Alex for the time being. Shy or not, the guy didn’t seem interested in getting to know me. Maybe I didn’t know much about him either. Sigh. “There’s something else I need
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