I saw the way he - "he" being Leonardo, who else?! - admired the way I looked. Nervously, I ran my hands through my hair several times, waiting for him to stop watching me. Granted, I was flattered, but...I'd never had a guy look at me like that before. It was pleasing...and frightening.
And when he nudged me and whispered, "You look beautiful," I doubted my hearing abilities. Yeah, right. As if a gorgeous guy like him would say something like that to me.
The decision to have me drive was pretty much unanimous, which was something I didn't mind. I never went to parties. I never drank. My friends all teased me and called me a "prude" for that, and I wished with all my heart that they could understand my convictions. I paused in the doorway as I dug through my purse, looking for my keys. When was the last time I'd been to a party? I couldn't even remember. I was only going so that Leonardo wouldn't think I was "no fun," as Ginger had called me, many times. Irritated with myself for my double standards, I shoved the guilt away. Everyone was a hypocrite once in awhile, right? Come on, Kenna. Get a grip.
Grasping my keys, I opened the garage door and called for everyone to pile in. Still frustrated with myself for apparently being the type of girl who would go against her convictions in order to impress a guy, I jammed the keys in the ignition and revved the thing up. Legally, I wasn't supposed to be driving six people in a five-seat car, but that was the least of my concerns at the moment.
It wasn't really a surprise when Leonardo took the front seat. I'd almost expected it from him. Smiling sighingly, I rubbed my hands on the steering wheel, trying to collect myself.
"Is something bothering you?" Leonardo asked, and I hated that I kind of liked the way his eyebrows rose.
I didn't know quite what to say. "No, I just...I don't know. No, nothing's wrong," I finished lamely.
"Kenna," Leonardo asked, "do you usually go to parties?"
The question had been so soft that I almost didn't hear it, what with the laughter and flirting going on behind me. Blushing, I purposely allowed my hair to fall around my face, so that Leonardo wouldn't be able to read my expression. "Um..." I began, but my voice didn't seem to want to work with me. "Not usually. I'm...normally pretty busy over the weekends."
"What else is it?"
Both annoyed and impressed with how well the guy could get the truth out of me, I drew in a shaky breath. "It's just that, I don't know, I haven't been to one in so long that I'm a little nervous." I gripped the steering wheel, as I drove the little car down the street. Behind me, Kate let out a long, probably-meant-to-be-cute-but-totally-missing-the-mark laugh. Feathers ruffled, I shrugged. "I mean, I've never really been the popular sort, and I don't know if I'll find anyone to hang out with, and..."
This conversation is going nowhere.