How can you even think it’s okay to go to another girl’s prom?”“I didn’t think it was that big of a deal,” Manning mumbled defensively. “Not a big deal?” Taylor exclaimed, jumping up from the sofa where they’d been lounging after finishing their homework. She stood over him with her arms folded across her chest, her dark eyes flashing behind rimless glasses. She looked so pretty in his varsity letterman jacket, her hair swept back into a ponytail, her plush mouth slicked with lip gloss. He wanted to kiss her, but he knew she’d probably slap him if he tried. He’d never seen her so pissed.“How would you feel if I’d casually mentioned to you that a senior had invited me to the prom and I wanted to go?” she demanded accusingly.Manning scowled. “I didn’t say I wanted to go. I said I was thinking about going—”“What’s the difference?” “The difference is that I haven’t made up my mind yet,” he retorted, shoving to his feet. At six three he easily towered over her, more so in his high-top Nikes.
