Dave: Junior Year (Three Daves #2) Read Online Free

Dave.”
    Since when did he start going by Dave? she wondered, figuring it must be an Ellie thing. That girl seemed to like messing with names. “Your voice sounds weird. Do you have a cold or something?”
    “I don’t know. Maybe too much partying last night.”
    “Speaking of parties, I’ve been wanting to ask you—who was your friend the other night at Romans?”
    “Which friend?”
    “The one I was dancing with. The tall hottie with the bad boy leather coat—and the delicious abs.”
    A deep chuckle sounded from the other end. “That was me.”
    “What?”
    “I’m the guy you were dancing with. You thought this was Vid!” He laughed.
    Jen’s face warmed to what she was sure must be a bright red. “Why are you on David’s phone?”
    “When he pulled it out to read me your number, it seemed more efficient to just grab it and press.”
    “Oh.” The mix-up had put her brain into a fog. “Your name’s Dave?”
    “Yeah—Dave the bad boy with delicious abs.” Jen could hear his cocky grin through the phone and flushed even deeper. “So,” he continued, his growly voice pure temptation now that she knew who it belonged to. “You going to the Garage tonight to check out Brother Kitty?” The Garage was an empty warehouse that turned into a bar featuring punk bands on weekends. Jen had never been there before.
    “I don’t know.” She’d planned to stay in to study all weekend.
    “You should go,” Dave said.
    “Yeah?”
    “Definitely.”
    “Well then, maybe I’ll see you there,” she said, knowing full well she couldn’t resist his overconfident “definitely.”
    Alone in her apartment, she let out a whoop of excitement the second she hung up. Then she madly scrolled through her contacts to beg someone to come with her to the Garage. Once securing Chris’s yes and an ID to borrow for the night, she dashed to her closet and groaned. Everything in there struck her as incredibly dorkified. She went to Kate’s closet and found a black Imagine Dragons concert shirt. Were Imagine Dragons cool enough? They’d have to be.

Chapter 3
    Jen walked to Chris’s barn-shaped house, and they caught a ride with one of her roommates. They ditched their coats in the car and waited in line just inside the doors of the warehouse to pay the fifteen-dollar cover charge. The building was a huge, open space with beige, metal walls ribbed every few feet. At one end was a plywood stage loaded with microphones, equipment, and a maze of extension cords. A long folding table stood at the other end of the building, serving as the bar. Behind the table was a line of kegs and bartenders with Mohawks and facial piercings.
    The lighting was low, and a moderate-sized crowd populated the room. The line at the door had grown to extend outside by the time Jen and the other girls had gotten their hands stamped, so it promised to be a packed house. Jen’s eyes flicked around the warehouse, scanning for Dave.
    The situation reminded her too much of the time she’d met David to see that band last year. Their first date. She wasn’t sure whether Dave was thinking of this as a date or if he’d asked her to come tonight as a friend. She tried to convince herself that either way was fine—just as long as she didn’t end up running out of the place in horror like she had with David.
    As she and Chris walked toward the bar, she forced herself to stop looking around for Dave. If he wanted to be with her, he’d find her. Before she’d gotten across the building to the beer, she heard his now familiar growl from behind her.
    “Damn. You look good in black,” he said.
    Jen turned and saw Dave’s beautiful face smiling down on her—or rather, at her T-shirt. Kate was slim and about a B-cup, so the shirt Jen had borrowed stretched tight across her more ample breasts. Dave’s emerald eyes were firmly planted on that particular strip of cotton.
    “You look really good in black.” He reached an arm around her waist, pulling her