Chapter Twelve
I couldn’t believe I’d told Travis I’d go out with him on Saturday. And even worse, I couldn’t believe I’d told Lou I’d lead off open mic night by playing guitar.
Lou hadn’t told me he’d advertise the event in the campus newspaper.
With my photo.
On a full page!
I should’ve known when Greg left the house early this morning giggling that something was up. He had been hanging out with Travis a lot lately, supposedly hitting the gym and working out. So I didn’t think anything of it until I sat at the kitchen table and saw my face staring out at me from the newspaper.
That rat was going to get it. He was the only person who had a photo of me playing guitar.
I scanned the crowded coffee shop. I thought I’d be playing for Rainbow and Greg and maybe a few other people since
