Casey nodded. “Susan Johnson told me after math. She said Carrie wants you to ask her to the junior dance.”
“Bullshit.” Jordan kept his voice low on the off-chance his mother might possibly hear him curse all the way downstairs. He wasn’t supposed to say words like that, but around Casey, sometimes he felt brave enough. “Why would I want to go to some stupid dance?”
“It isn’t until next Friday.” Casey popped his gum again and concentrated on the game in his hands. “You still have time to think about it.”
A scary thought struck Jordan. “Are you going?”
Casey gave him a look that said he wasn’t thatcrazy. “Yeah, right. Susan was trying to get me to ask her, I could tell, but…” He turned off the game without saving and set it aside. Turning toward Jordan, he propped his head up in his hand and stared at his friend. “Can I tell you something?”