Not His Girl

Isn't It Obvious? I Saw It In a Movie!

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Excuse the mistakes

dedcicated to vagueism, who created the lovely cover on the side!

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“Okay, so let me get this straight.”

“Go ahead, O.”

“Alright… So, you had coffee with Duke, apparently found out you guys have mutual crushes on each other, and are now going on a date tonight?”

Olive squinted at me from my bed, where she was lying on her stomach with her hands keeping her head propped up. I leaned back in my desk chair and folded my arms across my chest. “You’re correct,” I replied, “Although I’m not shocked, since I have explained it over three times.”

“I’m just trying to wrap my head around it,” Olive said with an arched eyebrow. “I don’t need your sass, bitch.”

“Bitch is not at all a term of endearment,” I stated, turning my nose up dramatically.

“Bitch, bitch, bitch!” Olive yelled, and she grabbed one of my pillows and threw it at me.

The pillow hit my chest lightly and bounced onto the floor, and I just rolled my eyes. Olive lolled over onto her back and threw her hands up in victory. “Nothing but net!” she cheered, grinning broadly and waving her hands.

I laughed and stood up, and I grabbed my pillow and tossed it back on my bed, making sure that it hit Olive’s stomach. Then, I opened my closet and started ruffling through my clothes, looking for something to wear. As I passed by each dress and shirt, I exhaled loudly. I thought back to last night, and I frowned.

After we headed back home from our spontaneous coffee date, Duke had to go to an impromptu football practice and bonding with his team. Before leaving, he’d asked me to go on a real date with him tonight. However, when I’d asked what we were doing, because Duke seemed like he’d had a plan, he refused to tell me. “Dress comfortable,” he’d said, and that was it. So, basically, I had no idea what to wear, and frankly, that was a real dilemma, especially since this was my first “real” date with the guy I really liked.

“What’s up?” Olive asked, although her voice told me she wasn’t really paying attention. With one look over my shoulder, I could tell that I was right because she was suddenly texting on her phone with crazy speed. My guess: Lillian.

“Oh, nothing,” I sighed, examining a pink sweater and then immediately vetoing it.

“Is this something clothing related?” Olive asked, and a moment later, I heard the soft ruffle of my blanket, and then feet hitting the floor. A moment later, Olive popped up next to me, and she put her hands on her hips as she looked into my closet. “Alright,” she said, “What are we dressing for?”

“Oh, I dunno,” I replied with a shrug, and Olive’s head snapped to the side to stare at me incredulously.

“What do you mean, you don’t know?” Olive asked confusedly, “I mean, didn’t Duke tell you where you were going?”

“Uh, no he did not,” I said as I looked a black dress up and down before making a face and flipping past it.

Olive ran a hand through her hair and shook her head. “I get that some people think that surprise dates are really fun and romantic, and in some ways they are,” she said, and she started pacing around my room, “However, the downside is that if we aren’t told where we are going, how are was supposed to dress in a cute, comfortable, and not over or underdressed way? I mean, c’mon!”