Notable (Smith High) (21 page)

T
here’s no good way to tell your friend that you’ve got a crush on her little brother.

It’s not the kind of thing that I could imagine easily slipping into a casual phone conversation with Mackenzie.

“Hey, it’s Melanie. Listen, is Dylan around? Because I was kind of hoping the three of us could hang out together. Why would I want to do that? Well, you know how you just see him as your annoying little brother? Yeah, nothing about him seems brotherly to me.”

Oh yeah,
that
wouldn’t get weird or anything.

In fact, mentioning Dylan at all seemed downright dangerous for my health. It’s generally considered a bad idea to provoke an overly protective person, and beneath the thin layer of insults Mackenzie and Dylan enjoyed slinging at each other, there was an intense sibling loyalty. All it would take for Mackenzie to go into full mother-grizzly-bear mode was the vaguest rumor that some high school girl was interested in dating her middle school brother.

I doubted she would care that there was only a one-year age gap. That next year he would be a freshman and I’d be a sophomore. Or that the year after
that,
he would be a sophomore and I’d be a junior.

Perfectly normal.

Except for the whole little-brother factor, which I couldn’t imagine Mackenzie Wellesley
ever
overlooking, the two of us would barely raise eyebrows as a couple by next year’s prom.

Thirteen months from now.

“Um, Melanie? You do realize that you’re staring at my boyfriend’s butt, right?”

Actually, I hadn’t. My mind had been wandering again, and apparently my eyes had made a little side trip of their own. Mackenzie’s eyes were glinting with amusement, so instead of trying to deny it, I leaned back in my chair and took another sip of hot chocolate before I gestured to the rink in front of us where the Smith High School hockey team was practicing.

“Not my fault. It’s . . . wow.”

“Yes, it is.” Mackenzie’s smile only broadened as Logan skated past with a look of pure concentration on his face. “But if
he
sees you staring, it might get a little awkward and . . . oh no!”

I turned just in the nick of time to catch Patrick Bradford checking Logan hard, sending him sprawling across the ice. My nose wrinkled in contempt; the standard expression whenever I was forced to share the same room with Patrick. Thankfully, it didn’t happen all that often because he doesn’t exactly associate with lowly freshman. He’s far too busy trying to climb the Smith High School social ladder to spare a second for someone who won’t propel him up a rung.

Patrick’s delusions of grandeur wouldn’t have bothered me if I hadn’t seen Mackenzie’s devastated expression when she had finally figured out that he was more interested in her sudden rise to YouTube celebrity than he was in her as a person. She had looked absolutely shredded. I still felt a twinge of guilt every time I thought about that night. Because while Mackenzie was drinking to the point that she couldn’t walk in a straight line, I was flirting with her little brother.

To be fair, he had started flirting with me first.

Although that still didn’t make him any less off-limits.

So even now that Mackenzie was obnoxiously happy with Logan Beckett, I still blamed Patrick for the way it had gone down. Maybe I would have tried harder to let bygones be bygones if Patrick would stop taking cheap shots against his own team captain to prove some kind of stupid guy point.

But probably not.

Mackenzie let out a quiet breath of relief as Logan picked himself up off the ice, and his best friend, Spencer Heath, skated over and glowered at Patrick. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that Spencer was more than ready to throw a few punches if it turned into an outright brawl.

“Okay, all good.” She smiled at me. “You were saying?”

I decided to test whether she would actually be able to focus on me with a testosterone-fueled display only a few feet away on the ice. “Um . . . that your boyfriend is cute?”

“Right. Yes. That’s undeniably—oh
seriously!
”

Logan said something to Patrick that had the other boy glaring and moving within striking distance.

“So I take it things are still kind of awkward there.”

“Uh huh . . .” Mackenzie nodded absentmindedly. She jerked upright in her seat as Patrick tossed his stick aside and launched himself at Logan. “If he gets a concussion, I’m going to kill him. It’s hard enough getting him to concentrate already.”

“You sure that doesn’t have something to do with you being more than just his tutor now?” I asked wryly. It wasn’t exactly a secret that Logan Beckett hated his AP U.S. History class. Something that had actually brought the two of them together before Mackenzie’s embarrassing YouTube video launched her into fame. Now that they were dating though, I had a feeling he was trying to find new ways to distract her from the books.

And judging by the blush that crept up her neck, his efforts weren’t entirely unsuccessful either.

“Nope. I’m sure that has nothing to do with it.”

I rolled my eyes.

“That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.”

“Sure, Mackenzie. And that hickey I see peeking out under your shirt is a coincidence, right?”

“Absolutely.”

I laughed until I saw Logan haul off and slug Patrick in the stomach. “Okay, yeah. Coincidence. Don’t sic your boyfriend on me, please.”

She laughed. “We both know that Logan’s totally harmless.”

It didn’t look like Patrick would agree with that statement as the rest of the team rushed over to surround the two boys. I barely caught a glimpse of Spencer grabbing a solid handful of Patrick’s jersey and cheerfully pulling him away from his friend. From where Mackenzie and I were sitting, I couldn’t be certain if Spencer had tripped Patrick up in the process. But I definitely enjoyed watching the jerk slide five feet across the ice . . . on his face.

“Um, okay.
That
was impressive.”

Mackenzie swiveled and stared at me. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that her brain had jumped to the wrong conclusion. “Really? Because I happen to know that Spencer is very single.”

“Uh . . . good for him.”

“And I happen to think the two of you would make a cute couple, Melanie. Kind of a
Beauty and the Beast
thing.”

I glanced over at Spencer, who had taken off his helmet and was explaining the situation to the coach while Patrick sulked and Logan scowled. Spencer’s blond hair flopped charmingly across his forehead while he gestured animatedly from one boy to the other. It looked like the guy honestly
enjoyed
breaking up fights. Although I had a feeling he would’ve enjoyed it even more if he had gotten in a few blows of his own.

“In this scenario, I’m guessing I’m the beast?”

“You’re right, Melanie. I took one look at you and thought,
Wow, that girl needs a total fashion makeover.
Oh wait, nope. That’s what you gave
me.
”

To be fair, it was Mackenzie’s friend Corey who had been most adamant about giving her a fashion makeover. I just happened to tag along, the lone freshman resident in the Geektopia they were forming.

“Okay, so it would be a Beauty and the Beauty scenario.” Mackenzie rolled her eyes. “I still stand by my earlier statement.”

I flipped a page in my textbook, which I should’ve been concentrating on from the very beginning of our “study session” instead of staring out at a rink full of hockey players.

Next time I crashed a practice session, I needed to make sure I didn’t actually have to accomplish anything. That way I could keep watching the action for as long as I liked.

“So about this whole Boston Tea Party thing . . . did anyone actually drink the tea, Mackenzie? Or make crumpets to go with it? Because that sounds delicious.”

“You’re trying to use American history to distract me.”

“Yep.”

“That’s pretty nefarious of you.”

I grinned, willing to bet that a true history nerd like Mackenzie would combust in a matter of minutes if she didn’t answer my questions. “Scones, maybe? With, uh . . . clotted cream. That was a thing, right?”

Mackenzie’s smile widened as the team began filing off the ice, and she closed my textbook with a faint thud before she began packing up. “You’re not going to distract me that easily. I think you and Spencer would be cute together. He might act like he only cares about partying, but he’s actually a really great guy once you get to know him. And he’s loyal to a fault.”

“Riiight,” I snorted. “That’s why he gave you all those tequila shots at his party. Because he’s such a stand-up guy.”

“He was trying to make my night a little better.”

I remembered the panic that had sharpened Dylan’s soft brown eyes when he realized how trashed his older sister had gotten while he was preoccupied dancing with me. The anxiety had vanished when Mackenzie started drunkenly rambling about their dad.

That’s when his face had turned stony and unreadable.

He had barely spoken a word to me for the rest of the night, even after we’d successfully hauled Mackenzie’s drunken butt into Logan’s passenger seat. Instead, Dylan had mumbled some lame excuse and disappeared into the crowd.

Leaving me alone at the party until Corey picked us up on the way home from a date of his own.

Not that I’d been on a date with Dylan.

It doesn’t count as a date if the other person avoids you for hours on end.

“Yeah, Spencer really made your night special. If he had ‘improved’ it any more, you would have needed to get your stomach pumped.”

“That was totally my fault,” Mackenzie protested. “I’m the one who kept drinking even after he tried to cut me off. And I learned my lesson. Tequila and I will never be on speaking terms again. But that doesn’t make him a bad guy. In fact, I’ll prove it to you.”

I eyed her suspiciously. “Just what do you have in mind for—”

“Nice skating, Spencer. Hey, have you met my friend Melanie?”

My cheeks felt unnaturally warm, as if I had been the one exerting myself on the ice instead of sitting on the sidelines with a cup of hot chocolate. But it was hard to act cool when I had one of the most popular guys in the junior class sizing me up.

“Well, hello again, Pocahontas.”

I winced at the assumption that I had Native American roots just because my skin happened to be
slightly
darker than the average Oregonian’s—not much of a feat in a state where pale is the norm. Back in elementary school I had landed the role of Sacajawea while everyone else got to be part of Lewis and Clark’s expedition every single year. The fact that my ancestry is primarily Italian with a bit of Greek thrown in made it more than a little awkward.

“Hello, jock.”

Mackenzie kicked me under the table again as I smiled innocently.

“What? I thought we were giving each other cute nicknames based purely on first impressions.”

Spencer at least had the good sense to meet my eyes directly. “Okay, not my best opening line. Doesn’t it help if I admit that I had a thing for her as a kid? I mean, that ‘Colors of the Wind’ stuff was hot.” His smile quirked up at the side, and I began relaxing in spite of myself.

I shrugged. “Yeah, I’m still not thrilled with the comparison.”

“It’s the long brown hair,” Mackenzie pointed out.

“And your eyes.”

“And my skin tone. Not exactly a secret here, guys.”

“I think mainly it’s your eyes.” Spencer leaned closer as if an intense examination was required to settle the matter. “They’re almost the same shade of dark chocolate as your drink.”

I blinked up at him. “Okay, I get it. You weren’t
trying
to be a jerk. Message received. You can tone down the flirting now.”

He laughed and glanced over at Mackenzie. “Does she give everyone such a hard time?”

“Um, actually she never has be—”

“Hey, Mack,” Logan Beckett interrupted, stopping Mac kenzie’s words with a quick kiss. Not that she appeared to mind, judging by the way her fingers gripped his hockey jersey. “Did you catch the show?”

“Nah, I hardly noticed you at all.” The foolish grin plastered all over her face gave her away. “Melanie and I were discussing the Boston Tea Party.”

He groaned. “No more American history, I beg of you.”

“Actually, I was thinking the four of us could get together to watch
Pocahontas
.”

Logan glanced over at his best friend, whose face I now found impossible to read. “Um . . . I’m not so sure Spencer enjoys discussing historical accuracy, Mack.”

“He was just telling Melanie how much he loved that movie as a kid. Weren’t you, Spencer?”

“I—”

“Great! It’s settled! We’ll see the two of you at Logan’s house for movie night tomorrow. Say . . . six o’clock?” She was already pulling on her backpack and entwining her fingers with Logan’s. They were so freaking adorable together it was almost nauseating. “See you then!”