It smelled like floor polish, hair spray, and too much cologne, which is exactly what every high school dance smells like.
Georgia grabbed my arm and pulled me through the crowd toward a table near the back.
“Come on. I want you to meet Madison.”
Madison was Georgia’s best friend. She was short and blond and wearing a bright red dress with sequins that caught the light whenever she moved. She was sitting at the table eating a cupcake. DiscoverDresses
When she saw us, she put the cupcake down and looked me up and down.
“So,” she said. “You’re Brent.”
“Why does everybody say my name like that?” I asked.
“Madison knows about Dad’s little experiment,” she said.
“Wonderful,” I said. “Does the DJ know too?”
“Not yet!” she said. “But the night is young.”
Her date was a tall, quiet boy named Theo who played on the basketball team. He shook my hand and said, “Hey, man,” and then returned to looking at his phone. I liked him immediately.
