Despicable Arrogance

Chapter 26: Planning the Unplanned Date

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Chapter 26: Planning the Unplanned Date

I sat in my room, staring at the ceiling. I have no clue what Grayson would want to do on a date. Although I know him, I don't know him.  Would he want a cliché movie date? Or would he want to go out bowling, even though I absolutely abhor bowling? Or would he like a super unique karaoke dance party date? I groaned aloud before taking out my phone. I know exactly who to call.

"Hey, little player." Shane greeted me.

I groaned. "Shane. What does your best friend like?" I asked him.

"Who? Grayson?" He asked me.

I snorted. "Yeah, Grayson."

He thought for a minute, humming in concentration. "He likes long walks on the beach, puppies, online dating websites, and calendars."

I sighed. "Seriously, Shane, this is for important business. I need to make this date the best one ever."

I was greeted with silence. "That's why he didn't want me to tell you!"

I furrowed my eyebrows. "What?"

"You guys have a date! He said not to tell you anything about him!" He laughed. "So you finally got up the guts to ask him out?"

I huffed tiredly. "I did, now can you please do me a favor and tell me what he likes?"

"Didn't you hear me before? He specifically told me not to tell you anything." Shane replied.

"When are you one to listen to rules?" I tried to persuade.

"Touché but because I want to see what you come up with on your own, I'm going to let you go so I can tell everyone about your date." He told me.

"Don't do this to me, Shane! Come on! Please!" I cried but he hung up. I slammed my phone down on the bed beside me. We have a date in two days and I have yet to plan anything. I know for a fact that he won't like anything fancy, so I don't have to worry about booking a restaurant; but I still want to seem confident in my plans, which is hard to do when there aren't any plans to feel confident about!

Deciding to make a list of all the things that I know about Grayson, I grabbed a notebook and slammed it onto my desk. I gripped a pen in my hand as I made the list.

1.      Loud music

2.      Strawberry ice cream

3.      Motorcycles

4.      Football

5.      Dogs

6.      Singing

7.      Dancing

8.      Insulting me

9.      Eating

I groaned when I realized that it was all I could come up with. Listening to loud music isn't much of a date and strawberry ice cream is just stupid. There aren't any motorcycle shows in our town and I doubt he'd find a football game interesting if I were there. I know nothing about the sport other than the basics. Big dogs scare me, although Finster is okay. I'm not good at singing or dancing so I'd rather not embarrass myself on a date with my crush. I don't want to endure being insulted more than I am on a daily basis. I plan on eating but just going out to dinner isn't exactly a five star date.

I took out my phone and called Carson. "Hey."

"Hi, Carson, I need your help!" I exclaimed.

"No." He replied. "I already know what you want and I've been given specific orders to keep the information away from you."