A.N.: I swear the next one is longer! :P
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The next couple of days passed in a blur. I believe the universe wanted Friday to arrive faster than usual.
I had seen Scott at Uni these past few days and we had texted random things back and forth like crazy. I’d wake up every morning to a text message from him saying:
*Good morning, beautiful! xxx Scott*
And every night I would go to bed with a text saying:
*Sweet dreams, beautiful! Sleep tight! xxx Scott*
The girls kept telling me that this meant that he was really into me, but the problem was that, with my prior experience being nonexistant, I had to trust their word. I mean, -i have had guys who liked me but they never had the guts to act on those feelings. I have learned some things by listening to my friends, but their stories are subject for another book.
Cam and Fran had been at my place every afternoon trying to teach me, along with Leslie, the dos and don’ts of a of a first date (since this would be my first date ever) but they rarely came to an agreement so, by Friday morning I was a complete nervous wreck.
On top of all my anxiety, that very morning the text had a slight difference. It read something like this: *Morning, beautiful! Can’t wait for tonight! xx S*. This message, along with the advices from my friends and my absolute lack of experience made me want me to cancel the whole deal right then and there.
I mean, I barely know the guy. And, to make everything worse, this really hot guy who could have any girl he ever wanted in the whole world, had had the misfortune of meeting a 20-year-old average girl with no experience in relating with the opposite gender beyond friendship.
The date was at 8 o’clock and by 5o’clock I was walking up the walls with the nerves coursing through my body. The girls had obviously come help me get ready for my date but I just kept biting my nails or running my hand through my hair while they were working on it.
At one point, Leslie pulled me aside into her room and sat me on her bed.
“Alice, you have to calm down! Why are you so nervous about?” – She asked and I couldn’t find an answer.
“You’re a beautiful, intelligent woman whom any guy would be lucky to even meet. You have absolutely nothing to be worried about.” – At that point I tried to speak but she wouldn’t let me.
Plus, you have already been on a date with him, even if it was “just coffee”- She continued making quote marks with her fingers.
“And he didn’t run away, did he?” – She finished calmly.
“No” – I answer shyly. “but I’ve never been on a date before! What if he realizes that I’m not what he thinks..or this is all a prank or something....I just treated him as a friend on Monday” – I continue babbling but she wouldn’t give in.
“Better yet! You acted like yourself and he evidently liked it! So, why would that change today?” - She finished off with a warm smile on her face, knowing that I couldn’t argue anymore.
“I see your point. Thanks, Les! You’re always there when I need some words of encouragement” – I said while hugging her.
“And remember, if he hurts you, he will have to answer to the “kick-ass squad”! She laughed and made me laugh too as we went back to my room to finish getting ready.
“Hey, I want to lend you something...” – Leslie told me which brought a puzzled look to my face.
“My favourite necklace. It will give you courage. It will be as if I were there with you” – She explained while she removed the chain from her neck and fastened it around mine. It was a delicate silver rose in bloom.
“Thank you very much, Leslie” – I knew how much that rose ment to her.
Finally, 8 o’clock arrived and the doorbell rang. I was ready and wanted to answer myself but Camille explained that there should always be someone to answer so I can make a “Grand entrance”. I just laughed as they went to get the door.
I grabbed my purse and jacket, hugged Leslie, and went to the living-room where the girls had been like detectives trying to find out everything about him.
“Hi, Alice” – Scott told me rather nervously when he saw me.
“Hi, Scott” – I answered with a confident smile on my face.
“This is for you.” He handed me a single red rose. I could feel the blood run to my cheeks. Why was I blushing? Am I crazy? He just gave me a flower, he didnt propose! Ok, enough mental chat. Back to reality.
“Thank you, it’s very beautiful” – I could feel the stares of the girls observing how we acted with one another and, to be honest, it was making me unconfortable and I could see Scott felt it as well.
“I’ll put it in water, you kids get going” – Fran said as she grabed my flower and signalled for the door.
“Have fun!” We heard the girls say as he closed the door.