Wallflower by Cookie O'Gorman

Author:Cookie O'Gorman [O'Gorman, Cookie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-03-24T22:00:00+00:00

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"You know, I think you should start coming to my games."

Those were the first words out of Dare's mouth once we were both buckled into Buttercup and on the way to school the next day. To say I was surprised would've been an understatement. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye and then back to the road.

"Why?" I asked.

"To make the lie more believable," Dare said.

I thought about it for a second then shook my head. "Yeah but, how is that realistic? My dad knows I'm not into sports. In fact, that's putting it lightly. I'd rather read, watch K-drama, heck wash my hair."

"Exactly." He finished off the treat I'd brought for him today (a granola bar and orange juice) then turned so he was facing me. "Coach knows you hate soccer—"

"I don't hate it," I cut in.

'"—and he knows you wouldn't willingly go to a DHS varsity game. Not unless you had a very good reason."

My brows lifted. "And what?" I said. "You're that reason?"

"Yeah," Dare said.

After a moment, I added, "But I've never gone to the games."

"That was before you were my girlfriend."

The words sent a ripple of warmth straight through me, and I cursed my heart for a fool.

"I'll consider it," I said.

Dare nodded. "Our first game is tomorrow," he said. "So, think fast."

I fidgeted, feeling his eyes on me.

Last night, I had brainstormed ways to up my game (no pun intended). I knew I had to do more after what happened yesterday to get through to my dad. But…was soccer really the answer? I wasn't so sure.

"Would it be so awful?" he asked. "Coming to my games, cheering our team on in the stands?"

Seeing him play and becoming even more infatuated, I added mentally.

But maybe it would be okay.

I didn't fall in love that easily after all. What I felt was probably just a mix of curiosity and fascination. Spending more time with Dare, might even be the perfect cure for that. And he did make a good point about it being something that would shock my father.

"I guess it wouldn't be so bad," I said. "But I'm still undecided."

Dare grinned. "I'm sure you'll make the right decision."

That was funny because I wasn't so sure there was a right or wrong with regard to attending the games.

Just a choice.

He didn't bring it up again. Not as we walked to the band room (Dare carried my cello like yesterday, though I told him it was unnecessary). Not during any of our classes together. He didn't search me out between classes or meet me at my locker, so I thought I was home free.

After school, I drove to the shelter, my mind still mulling it over.

One minute, I'd be sure I wasn't going.

I didn't think it would matter too much anyway. Dare had only asked because he thought it would help with convincing my dad about our fake relationship. But there were other ways, a ton of them, to accomplish that task.

However, I thought, remembering what he'd said in the car, Dare did have a valid point about it being a sure thing.

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