Chapter 5: that kind of guy

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We soon approached my house, and parked in the driveway. We both got out of the car and headed for the door. The situation in the car was on my mind, all I wanted to do was to quickly say bye and get inside my house. I stood outside the door with James. "Tonight was really fun" I said quietly.

"Yeah it was" he replied with a simple smile back to me.

"Well, it was fun hanging out with you, bye"

"Wait, Peyton."


"Why don't we hang out again next Saturday at my house."

"Uh, I guess, sure" I said uncomfortably.

"Great, I promise that it won't be as crazy as tonight was."

"Okay, bye James."

"Bye" he said as he walked to his car. I quickly went inside my house. My embarrassment from tonight consuming me. Why did I have to be such a spaz around him, why couldn't I have just be normal, like I am around Cassidy and my other friends? I thought. I began walking toward the kitchen where I found my mom sitting at the table looking angry.

"Where have you been?" My mom's voice was calm, but deadly. I just stood there, a bit confused.

"I was out with a friend" I replied quietly.

"Do you know what time it is?"

"No" I said.

"It's 12 o'clock, Peyton."


"Which friend were you out with that decided to drive you home at this time of day?"

"James Carter." I feared back getting ready for her to lose it and tell at me.

"James Carter? Oh, I know him, such a nice boy."

"What?" I said confused.

"I met his mother at the grocery store a few weeks ago, she told me about James. He sounds like a real gentlemen" she replied smiling happily.

"Okay, so you're not mad?"

"Of course not, just don't stay out that late and next time, please tell him to bring you home early."

"I will" I said as I walked out of the kitchen. I went to my room and climbed into bed. This was the first time I had gotten away with something. And my mom has never been so approving of a friend of mine that she's never met before, I thought. I fell asleep. I was off the hook, but still wondered what would become of my begining friendship with James.

The next morning my friend Haley came over, after I told her about me being friends with James. "So now you're friends with a super hot guy?" She asked outraged.

"Well, yeah. I think."

"No fair. How did this even happen?"

"Last weekend when I was walking home, he offered me a ride. And when he drove me home he asked me if I wanted to hang out sometime and I said yes."

"So, he just wanted to be you're friend?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I'm not saying that he doesn't want to be your friend, it's just that James is the kind of guy that isn't just friends with girls."

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is from what I've seen, after James becomes friends with a girl he usually dates them."

"What? I don't believe it."

"Well that's what happens, although most of the girls that dated him were real airheads. Did he ask you on a date yet?"

"No, and are you even sure that all that information about him is true?"

"I'm sure of it, and if he does ask you out that's up to you." I then hear Haley's cell phone ring. She picks it up. "I've gotta go, I'll see you in school tommorow, bye."

"Bye." She then left, leaving me wondering if James was really the kind of guy that Haley said he was. Is it a rumor or is it really true?

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