Shay poses in her rip curled endless summer dress and smiles at me, as I meet up with her on my way to the party. She’s always been a fashion diva, but her charm and sincerity covers it up pretty well.

“That junior seems to have really been into you,” I tell Shay. She turns to me, looks me right in the face and laughs. I scan around us to see what’s so funny.

“Gabe, you’re so clueless sometimes,” Shay tells me, I glance at her to show my confusion, “he definitely wasn’t interested in me.”

“Yeah, he was! He was just nervous to talk to you directly,” I try to convince her. He couldn’t possibly be interested in a sophomore with messy brown hair and plain looking hazel eyes compared to my best friend, whose blue eyes just makes every guy melt.

“Gabe, we’ll see. Five bucks he’s interested in you,” Shay bets.

“Twenty says he’s not,” I bet more.

“It’s a deal then,” Shay says and we arrive at the huge house where for the first time ever, I hope I’m wrong.