Babe in Boyland by Gehrman Jody

Babe in Boyland by Gehrman Jody

Author:Gehrman, Jody
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Dial
Published: 2010-12-13T16:00:00+00:00


Chapter Twelve

It’s morning break and I drag myself over to the vending machine for really bad coffee. God, I miss Starbucks. I seriously think I’m going through caramel-soy latte withdrawals. I need caffeine though, even if it does taste like something excavated from a Dumpster and strained through an oily rag.

I tossed and turned for hours last night, my head filled with anxious dream fragments. They all featured Josh discovering me in various compromised positions and me getting kicked out of Underwood in disgrace. Emilio’s face showed up repeatedly too, his eyes great dark pools of disappointment. Then I would wake and see him sleeping beside me, the beautiful lines of his body gilded with moonlight.

If there’s a hell, I suspect it involves sleeping five feet away from somebody you’re strongly attracted to but cannot touch.

Nobody’s dragged me from my morning classes with accusations, though. That means either:

Josh suspects nothing.

Josh does suspect but isn’t sure, so hasn’t done anything about it.

Josh knows but hasn’t ratted me out, at least not to administration. Yet.

Cradling my piss-poor coffee, I shuffle out into the courtyard, squinting into the dazzling sunshine. I spot Tyler, Max, and Earl seated at a picnic bench. They’re still the closest thing I’ve got to friends, unless you count Emilio, and he’s not anywhere in sight. I sit down next to Earl. He’s poring over an astronomy textbook while Max and Tyler talk about The Importance of Being Earnest, which opens in two days. They have very minor parts; they play the servants of Josh’s and Emilio’s characters. Still, they’re totally into it. I admire that. No matter how small the role might be, I still think you should play it with everything you’ve got. Even if you’re the understudy.

Max’s hair looks especially poufy this morning. It glistens like reddish gold cotton candy in the sun. “When Josh says, ‘Merriman, order the dog cart at once,’ he always forgets the second part of the line, ‘Mr. Ernest has been suddenly called back to town.’ If he does that Friday I won’t wait for it—I’ll just come in with my ‘Yes, sir.’ Otherwise it’ll look like I screwed up.”

“Try running sound,” Earl complains, not looking up from his textbook. “Nobody ever gives me the right cue.”

Tyler rolls his eyes. “That’s because you’re so picky. A cue is still a cue, even if it’s not the exact words in the script.”

Earl shakes his head in disgust. “That girl—the one playing Lady Bracknell?”

“Darcy?” Tyler says, then blushes. Just saying her name, he blushes! Interesting . . .

“She always gets that one line wrong. It drives me crazy.”

Tyler frowns. “But she gets the gist of it.”

Max gapes at him. “The gist of it? Is she trying to improve on Oscar Wilde’s work? The poor man’s spinning in his grave!”

“You sound like Mr. Pratt,” Tyler says.

“Because Mr. Pratt is right!” And then Max blushes.

My, my. These guys may not talk too much about relationships, but they sure do blush at telling moments, don’t they?



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