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Chapter Forty-One: Dora The Explorer Spanish.

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Chapter Forty-One: "Dora The Explorer Spanish." 

FOR THE FIRST TIME in a very long time, I was nervous. That kind of anticipating nerves that showed up with stomach-turning, restless feeling. I hated getting nervous. 

I could have been nervous at any point of today. And today had been a very long day. 

For instance, when Nathan asked me out. Or when I was at my meeting today, talking with people in very high places or when Caleb introduced me to his friends. 

I could have been nervous when I confessed to Caleb.

But I wasn't knowing how he felt about me, it was only borderline nerve-wracking if he wanted something out of it. Which luckily he did. 

Why am I getting nervous about that now? I thought as I waited on my couch. I wasn't used to this feeling and the fact that it was over a guy-over Caleb who I was so comfortable being around said a lot.

It'll be fine, I told myself while standing up. 

My eyes widened as I almost fell over.

I froze.

Oh, fuck no. I was wearing heels. I owned heels. I was never unsteady on them and I shouldn't be right now. "What the hell is going on with me?"

I called Sydney.

"I'm about to piss myself."

"Please don't." I had given her a rundown of what had gone on in the afternoon. Her response was a very very long and loud scream of excitement that woke our goth friend, Zen from his nap. "Chill out. You don't get nervous."

"Why would you think saying 'chill out' is the perfect response for someone who is nervous? Is that supposed to actually chill me out?"

A low whistle came from her end. "Um, I'm sorry is this Octavia Okonji?"

"Don't start."

"You'll be fine." She assured me, light ease to her voice. 

Nope. "I think I'm going to throw up."

"Will you-no. You are not going to throw up. Facetime me."

I did as she asked, cutting off the voice call and switching to video. My stomach was turning and even the sight of concern on her face wasn't enough to calm me down. She looked alarmed. "Fuck."

"What?"

"Are you okay?" Her hands were out, giving me the impression she was holding the sides of her laptop screen. 

"No! What do you think I called you for?"

"Okay, okay, you're at home?"

"Yes."

"He's picking you up?"

"Yup."

"Okay, breathe."

"That never helps," I told her.

"You've been on dates before even fake ones with him," She pointed out. " I'm confused."

"You and me both."

"This should be the easiest one. You two have a strange connection I could spot from a mile away. Your connection is stronger than my cell signal right now."