Lizzie’s mouth dropped open.
“You wanted to ask me to the Homecoming dance?” she asked when she could speak.
He nodded, a hopeful look in his eyes.
Her face fell, and she looked away from him.
“I’m so sorry, Luke,” she told him, “but I’ve already accepted an invitation from Deon.”
Anger crossed his face, then he sighed.
“I’m too late, huh?” he asked, a sad look in his eyes.
“I’m afraid so,” Lizzie said softly.
He sighed again and said, “Well, that sucks. Maybe next time, huh?”
She nodded and asked, “Are we still good, though?”
He looked at her and nodded.
“We’re good,” he said.
Lizzie noticed her parents’ car pulling into the driveway and said, “My parents are home now, and I need to finish dinner. I’m sorry I have to cut this short.”
“I understand,” he said
