Chapter 3

“Uh, no. Well…maybe?” Henry shook his head. “Blaine’s been bugging me about my…plus one.”

Taking a sip of his soda, Luke’s eyebrows pulled in.

“Oh,” he said when he lowered the can. Luke cleared his throat before strolling back over to the table where the first batch of cupcakes were still cooling. He plopped down and picked one up to start frosting it, even though the frosting started to melt a few seconds after he smeared it on. “Did you, uh, ask Ashely to go with you or something?”

Henry watched Luke for a second as his friend paid extra close attention to the cupcake with frosting melting into it. That made sense for Luke to assume. The party was at the end of the week. Obviously, if Henry intended on taking someone he would’ve asked them way in advance. Ashely would be a good choice. Henry’s been friends with her almost as long as he’d been friends with Luke. But Henry had something else in mind.

“Um…no.”