The Second Virginity of Suzy Green - By Sara Hantz Page 0,42
I’m so gullible.
“Surely they can’t be that bad if they’re playing here. Look at the place it’s packed. They must have a lot of fans.”
“They have, locally. And really they’re not that bad. Anyway, looks like you won’t have to wait much longer. They’re just about to start. Want to go down to the stage.”
“Sure.” We scramble out from the table and head toward the stage, along with most other people here by the looks of things.
We manage to find a space slightly to the left of the stage which gives us a great view. You know what, they’re not bad. Not sure whether they’re going to be as huge as Guy thinks, but I’m no expert. The drummer’s amazing that’s for sure. I’ve always fancied learning the drums, but Mom wouldn’t let me. I think the couple of years Rosie learned the violin put her off musical instruments forever. I’m not saying Rosie was bad, but in the end Mom made her practice in the garden shed. We all breathed a huge sigh of relief when she decided to have tennis lessons instead. Mom even bought a net for the yard.
“Come with me to the bathroom,” Lori says while the band are taking a break.
I agree and follow as she wends her way through the crowds. When we finally get there the line is huge. I hope she’s not desperate.
“I’ll wait out here for you.” I say.
There’s a red leather sofa close by so I drop down onto it. My feet are hurting so much I’m tempted to take off my shoes, except if I do I’ll never get them back on again. I haven’t seen Guy in ages. I wonder what he’s doing? Probably chatting with the band. I’ll find him once Lori comes back.
“Suzy, hi.” I glance up and am faced with George.
George.
“Hey, George. I didn’t know you were here. What do you reckon to the band? Who are you with? Want to sit down?” Whoa, Suzy. Slow down. Play it cool. This is your opportunity. Don’t screw it up.
He grins, a sort of cheeky grin. If I wasn’t with Guy and I didn’t know Lori liked him I’d be tempted myself. He’s a real cutie.
“Thanks.” He flops down on the sofa and sticks his legs out, crossing them at the ankle. He seems relaxed enough. Let’s go for it.
“I’m waiting for Lori. She’s in there.” I nod toward the line by the bathroom.
“Yes, I know. I saw you earlier.” Did he? That’s promising. At least he’s still noticing her.
He stares sort of vacantly in the direction of the door.
“Great band, huh?” I wait for an answer but none is forthcoming. His eyes remain fixed on the bathroom. “George?”
“Sorry. What did you say?” He turns his head and looks at me. Definitely cute. His eyes are such an unusual green color.
“It’s okay. I was just saying how good the band are.”
“Yes. Definitely.”
“I guess you were thinking of Lori.” It’s so sweet because a little pink dot appears on each of his cheeks. “You still like her, don’t you?”
“Yeah, sort of. But she’s not interested. Because of that fucking club.” A shocked expression crosses his face. “Sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it. I say much worse myself.”
“You do? You’re not like Lori then. She hates me cursing.” Yes, that is something I need to work on. Not that I curse much in front of Lori and the others. I mainly save it for Maddie.
“Anyway, back to whether Lori’s interested. Between you and me, she is.” Got to let him think Lori doesn’t know what I’m doing, in case he thinks it’s a set up. Mind you, she doesn’t know what I’m doing. So it’s not a lie.
“Are you sure?” I nod my head. “But she was the one to finish it.”
“Yes, and I think she regrets it.”
“But what about the club? I’m not joining. No way.”
“Hey. It’s not so bad” I can’t believe I’m saying this. “Why don’t you try it? And no-one is twisting your arm to stick rigidly to the handbook.”
“Handbook?” He frowns.
Shit. Why did I mention that? Arrggh. I could kick myself.
“It’s just there for support. Nothing to worry about.” I wave my hand dismissively.
“I don’t know. That Jamie. He’s such a dick.”
“You can say that again. Only say it to me and not Lori because she thinks he’s way cool.”
“Why do you go? Sounds like you’re not that into it.”
“Yeah, well. I agree with some of it. And Guy goes. And—”
“Suzy.” Phew. Saved by the Lori.