Drake called and wanted me to be his date at a party he was holding at his house in a couple of days. I wasn't really feeling it and hemmed and hawed around about whether or not I could go. I told him I'd call him back after I checked on some things, but he could tell something else was going on. I hadn't expected him to tattle on me.
"Hello?" I answered Jase's call a few minutes after having hung up with Drake.
"Hey, babe. What's wrong?" He didn't mince words; he just went straight for the gusto.
"Nothing, why?" But I wasn't down with telling him what happened with Holland. I didn't want to lie to him, but I couldn't tell him the truth, either.
"Then why don't you want to go with Drake?" If Drake were nearby, I'd punch him in the gut for a being such a baby that he had whined to Jas
