Not That Kind Of Girl

“Cool.” Spencer bit her lip. “I’m sorry, Natalie. I feel like I’m letting you down or something. I wish I could come today.”

I wished she could, too. Not that being involved with dance wasn’t a good thing. But I had a feeling that Spencer could benefit from a more traditional school activity. One without sexy costumes. “Well, I’m going to be late. And that wouldn’t look good at all.”

Spencer let out a deep, happy sigh. “I still can’t believe how lucky I am that you were my babysitter, and now I’m like automatically friends with the student council president. Honestly, it doesn’t get much better than that.”

I felt myself blushing.

“Break a leg, Natalie!” she said, throwing up her hand for a high five.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had one. When I slapped Spencer’s hand, it made the best sound.

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