Wrong About the Guy(42)

“I’m Crystal’s trainer.”

“You must be good. Her abs are incredible.”

“I am good. So . . .” Ultra-casual tone. “Any chance you could introduce me to your stepdad? I have an idea for a show that would combine getting in shape with a singing contest. I wouldn’t bother him—just two minutes is all I need, and I know he’d love it.”

“Actually,” Jonathan intervened smoothly, “I’m the president of Luke’s production company. Why don’t you talk to me about it?” He glanced at George with a little head jerk that seemed to send a message, because George instantly said, “Come on, Ellie. We can’t be here when Aaron comes back with your drink, or you’ll make it too easy for him.”

I was happy to say good-bye and slip away with him.

“That was annoying,” George said as we found an empty spot across the room from them.

“Yeah. I hate stuff like that.”

“You deal with it well.”

“Jonathan dealt with it, not me.”

“I mean in general. The whole fame and Luke thing. It doesn’t seem to affect you too much one way or another.”

“Thanks.” I leaned against the wall, and felt the hanging silk fabric bunch up behind my back. “But it does, in a way. Like . . . I’m tired of people at school trying to be friends with me just so they can meet Luke.”

“Does that happen a lot?”

“All the time. There’s this one girl right now who—Oh, there’s my drink!” Aaron had spotted us and was coming over with a cup in his hand. “You see?” I said to George. “He had no problem finding me.”

“Clearly I lack his skill and perseverance,” George said. “Excuse me.” He walked away as Aaron approached.

“Was it something I said?” Aaron asked, nodding in his direction.

“I made him feel bad that you brought me my drink and he didn’t.”

“You’re a harsh mistress.” He handed me my soda. “And speaking of harsh mistresses, my soulless, bloodsucking stepmother just said I have to keep mingling. You know I wouldn’t leave your side if I didn’t have to, right?”

“Fly,” I said. “Be free.”

“I will come back to you,” he said, clutching his heart. “I will find you and come back to you.” He held out his hand and I held out mine and we did a whole melodramatic thing where we pretended to be reaching for each other as he backed away, then he suddenly rushed back. “It hurts to say good-bye,” he said, and grabbed me around the waist, bent me backward, and planted a pseudo-passionate kiss right on my startled lips. “I couldn’t just leave,” he said as he released me.

I tottered for a moment, regaining my balance. A quick, embarrassed glance around the room confirmed that Crystal was watching with her hands on her hips; Jonathan, George, and Izzy were all staring; and Mom and Luke were gaping from just a few feet away. Only Jakie, curled against Luke’s chest, seemed unaware of what had just taken place, his eyes gazing blankly in a completely different direction.

“My goodness,” Mom said as the three of them came close. “That was quite a kiss.”

“It was ironic,” I said quickly.

“Of course it was,” Mom said with a little smile.

I felt my face get hot, mostly because I wasn’t a hundred percent sure it was ironic. I mean, the whole back-bending part was clearly over-the-top and ridiculous. But was the kiss itself? I hadn’t really ever been kissed before—I wasn’t convinced I could distinguish a sort-of-real kiss from a totally mock one.

Fortunately Mom was changing the subject. “We’ve trick-or-treated,” she said, holding up a very full plastic pumpkin. “Jacob wasn’t crazy about the part where you were supposed to go up to people but he liked the part where you get candy. And he really liked the part where you eat candy.”

“He’s wiped out now,” Luke said, and Jacob’s smushed face against his shoulder seemed to confirm that. “You ready to go, Ellie? Or do you want to stay and I’ll come back to get you later?”

“I am very good to go,” I said. I had a lot to think about.


At home, I considered FaceTiming with Heather and telling her about the whole Aaron thing, but decided instead to take a long bath. Heather would probably ask me stuff like “Do you like him? What are you worried about?” and I didn’t want to start answering someone else’s questions until I could get my own thoughts straight.

So I tried to get my own thoughts straight as I lay in a bath that was more bubbles than water.

Aaron likes me. And he’s handsome and funny and charming and I like him.

So . . . why didn’t I let him take things to the next level?

Because I’m not ready for that yet. Because I don’t want to risk losing him as a friend. Because I don’t want to date anyone now. Because . . . I don’t know and it’s weird because he’s very good-looking and I like him so much and it would make our parents so happy.

Because it would make our parents happy?

Because it’s too easy, too comfortable, too right, and I’m contrary?

Because . . . because . . .

I got nowhere in the bath. Other than wet and wrinkly.