I wanted to throw back in her face that it had been she who’d arranged this whole fiasco. But I was working on not making anyone wrong, especially my girlfriend. She’d already threatened to dump me once this week; no need to try for a second go-around.
“I’m of two minds on this. I talked to Tracy, and she said the best revenge would be to have you have sex with Destiny to show her what she’s missing.”
My friend Tracy needed to keep her big mouth shut. No way would I sleep with Destiny. That had disaster written all over it.
“I hope your second idea is better.”
“That was my second idea. My first one was that you stand her up.”
I almost laughed, but I used every ounce of acting talent to keep a straight face.
“How about I take her on a date, fulfill my obligation, and call it a night?” I suggested.
“I don’t trust her,” Brook said, ignoring my reasonable suggestion. “Destiny keeps telling me how she plans to steal you from me.”
“We both know after last night that nothing like that is ever happening,” I said.
“I did have fun,” Brook admitted as she blushed.
“If you’re going to have me show Destiny what she can’t have, I have a list.”
“What do you mean?” Brook asked.
“A list of girls who need to be reminded how good you have it.”
In my defense, Mr. Happy came up with that idea. I hate to admit it, but if push came to shove, every guy could produce a list of ten or twenty women he would like to spend time with. I’m lucky that Brook just ignored me.
“What are you doing on your date?” Brook asked.
“No idea. I told Destiny I would pick her up at five, and she had to plan what we did.”
Destiny had sent me a text to move the start time from six-thirty to five.
“Seriously? When did you last let me plan a date?”
“Hang on. You planned some awesome dates. I think my all-time favorite was when we did motocross.”
I still found it hard to believe that Mom hadn’t grounded me for life when she found out about that one.
“If you stand up Destiny, I’ll make sure you get to do it again.”
“You better tell my mom up front. If I sneak off and do anything like that again, we’ll end up babysitting every Friday and Saturday night until we graduate,” I warned her.
She knew I was right, so she let it go. When our food came, Brook kept silent as she plotted her next move in this little war. It impressed me that Destiny had worked her into this corner. If Destiny could see how stressed my girlfriend was, she would have declared victory.
“Okay, new plan,” Brook said, startling me. “You will flirt with Destiny and lead her on all night, and when she thinks she’s about to lure you to her bed, you shut her down. And I want you to video it so I can see the tears in her eyes.”
I blinked a few times.
“When did you get so mean?” I blurted.
So much for not making her wrong.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Time for damage control.
“This isn’t you. I’ve never seen you get this mad at someone before. Destiny is no threat to you. She’ll never take over as cheer captain, and I will never go out with her. She already knows that I’ll never sleep with her. Why make it worse?” I asked.
“You don’t understand. No, I take that back, you do understand. Tell me what you would want to have happen if Mike asked me out on a date.”
“I would hope you would never go out with him.”
“What if you made the mistake of offering me up as a prize for something?”
I bit my tongue to keep from saying that it would never happen.
“I would hope to be the bigger man …” I began.
“You are so full of it, sometimes.”
“I would want to kick his butt,” I admitted, and that seemed to calm her down some. “At the same time, I would trust you would never let anything happen. I’m starting to wonder if you think I can’t control myself.”
That earned me the death stare. Then Brook rocked back into her seat and slumped.
“Something I love about you is that I know you would never lose control with someone like Destiny. Now if it were that Victoria’s Secret model or Hannah Minacci, I might worry.”
“I’ve been thinking. Remember what you did with Cindy and Halle and forgot to invite me?”
“Would you really want to do something like that?”
Did bears shit in the woods? Was the Pope Catholic? Of course I did. This called for a little finesse.
“Only if you wanted to,” I said solemnly.
“You know, you’re not as good an actor as you think you are,” Brook teased.
I did a little bunny hop in my seat to tease her back. Adding the Duke quiver, when he thought he was about to pounce on Precious, was admittedly a little over the top.
“I take it back, you can act,” she said and stared at me. “If you’re good on your date with Destiny, I’ll think about it.”
And that is how karma works. She breaks up with you and then promises you a foursome. I loved Brook Davis.
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