Chapter 8

GABE

Dammit! Why were my hands so clammy? Stupid handkerchief wasn’t useful at all. I stuffed it back into my front pocket as I glanced over at Mila, my date. I still couldn’t believe I was here with her. Of course, that was why I was nervous. She was standing next to me, and she was stunning.

The most beautiful girl at the dance, and by the looks of it, I wasn’t the only one that thought so. Every eye seemed to be on us, making me more nervous than I already was. Mila, on the other hand, was oblivious. She was more enthralled by the decorations, music, and arcade on the other side of the gym.

“This is so awesome,” she geeked. “I don’t even know what to do.”

“Oh,” I said, remembering the last thing I got her. “I forgot about this.”

I pulled her mom’s necklace from my pocket and watched as her eyes grew big. No sooner had I placed it around her neck, she turned and pulled me into a tight hug. My breath caught in my throat and my mind went blank.

All I could focus on was the feeling of