Told by Tegan.

“Thanks sis! I found the curling iron and it looks great, and the full-length mirror really helped….. Omigod, you’re with Van Jonso? That’s awesome!…. Okay, have fun on the rest of your sing-o-grams.”

“Hi Kam…. Oh, you’re working? Sorry to bother you on your cell.”

‘Hello. You have reached the modest residence of Jaxen and Kam. We’re not home right now but please leave us a message and we’ll consider calling you back if we feel like it.’

“Wow, what a weird message. Hmmm… who else?”

“No, Tristan does not want to talk to you. GO AWAY!”

Ugh! I swear that actually was Tristan. I knew I shouldn’t have tried him. What a creep!

Man, I love Jemma’s room. I wish I had a room like this. I should just stay here instead of going to that stupid grad anyway.

I mean, what’s the point. I don’t even have a date, because I forgot the day and now everyone is busy. At least Mom got me a pretty dress.

Might as well try to be excited!

“Hello, Miss Tegan.”

“Oh hey Aubrey.”

“That’s a lovely outfit, Miss Tegan. Who is escorting you to the dance?”

“Thanks. Just the cab driver, Aubrey.”

“What a shame, Miss Tegan! I gather there are many nice boys out there who would love to be your escort.”

“Naw. From what I’ve seen with my sister, boys are nothing but trouble. I want them to stay far away.”

It’s not like I don’t like boys, I told Aubrey. I did like Tristan at first — but he’s been even more of a jerk since he wrote me that nasty letter.

The new guy Kam Baker had seemed pretty okay, that time he and Jaxen Miles invited me and Lulu over. But I wasn’t sure if he liked me or Lulu, or if Lulu liked him or Jaxen or whatever…

And Jaxen was a bit of a gawker. It kinda made me uncomfortable.

Oh yeah, and I went on that date with Armando Martin, but he was boring as heck.

“So yeah. Whatevs, Aubrey. I’m sure I’ll find someone to dance with.”

“Okay Miss Tegan. Have fun, and remember curfew.”

I needed my caffeine fix though, so I decided to stop for an energy drink at Mick’s because Mom wasn’t around to make me one and the coffee machine took too long.

I decided to give Armando a call on the way. “What, you already got a date?? Well, fine then!”

I hate boys.

Wow, looka that guy.

Well, helloooooooo sexy bartender!

Holy hottie. What did I just say about hating boys? Why yes, I hate boys, but this folks, is a MAN. A boy-man!

“One lemonade Rockstar coming up, Miss.”

Wow, he juggles those drinks almost as good as my Mom does.

“So, uhh… I hear we might be able to travel through time soon. And did you know there may be proof that the universe might actually be a computer simulation, like in the Matrix?”

I’m not sure if he’s digging what I’m putting out here.

I need to think of a way to get him off the bar to have a stimulating conversation with him and find out his name. Hmm…

“If I could just sneak a shot of him with the backwards camera. Dang it, look this way, cute bartender!”

“There ya go, thank ya!”

Texting: ‘Hey Mom. Here at Micks on way 2 prom. Bartending sux here, I think you should come down n show em how its done.’

Yes! Jemma was right. Mom will always come to the rescue if I just butter her up a little.

“Hi Mom!”

“Hi, my name’s Tegan.”

“Hi, I’m Stewart Rody.”

“Yeah, that’s my mom. She’s always pregnant so it doesn’t matter that she’s at the bar.”

We didn’t get to chat much because Mom got all distracted signing autographs for people, so Rody had to get back on the bar.

It was kinda hopping at that point and I felt kinda weird among all these old people. So I just decided to head to prom.

About an hour later… late for prom, early leaving…

Yes! He’s still here!

“Hey. You’re back.”

“Yeah there were way too many lights, I felt like I was on a spaceship.”

“The decorations were like, WHOA! Am I under the sea or something?”

“And the llama mascot dude looked like he had three eyes.”

“Or was it just me??”

“Oh crap, I should probably get home, it’s late.”

Oh crap. Did Tegan say too much? And what was in that drink?

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