The Bad Boy Experiment

II. The Date

"So avoid using the word 'very' because it is lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don't use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason - boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do."
- John Keating, Dead Poet's Society
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Day 1

Piper: Are you planning on taking it to the next level tonight?;))

Me: Um, no.

Piper: Well, he is taking you out to dinner.

Me: That is not a reason.

Piper: I'm not telling you to go all the way, just take it to second base.

Me:...

Piper: You've been dating a year, second base should've come like six months ago AT LEAST!!

Me: I'll think about it.

Piper: Have fun and be safe;))

"Quinn, Connor's downstairs!" I finished pinning the earring into my ear and took a final look in the mirror. My usually straight hair now held a slight wave, my boho white dress was free of wrinkles, a baby blue sweater adorned my shoulders, and short brown boots were secured around my feet. Once satisfied I walked sneakily down the stairs and peered over the railing, hiding behind the wall.

Connor firmly shook my dad's hand and deposited a bouquet of prepossessing red roses to my mother who smiled graciously. He was the perfect boyfriend and it was warming to watch him get along with my parents so well. My mother turned around to look for a vase and spotted me peeking out from behind the wall. A sneaky smile bloomed across my face when she realized what I had been doing, spying.

"Ah, Quinn, come down and join us. We were just talking about Connor's internship at the law firm."

I stepped down the stairs and towards Connor's side. He grasped my hand in his and I could practically see my parents swoon from his 'oh-so-intimate gesture'. "Quinn, we were chatting on how you should join the firm, but of course, work under a different partner. It would be so great to see you gain experience and work with Connor in the office?"

"Of course it would! But I'll have to think about how it fits into my busy schedule," I replied, my tone laced with subtle disinterest.

Connor squeezed my hand and outstretched his other to my father in a gesture of appreciation, "Thank you for everything, Mr. Jette."

"No problem! Just keep up the good work in the office." Connor and my father laughed for a moment before he opened the front door for me. "Bye," I called to my parents over my shoulder and followed after the boy who held my heart. I checked back towards the door to make sure my parents had left before whispering to Connor, "Hey, can I drive?"

He opened the passenger seat door for me, "Sorry Quinn, not today."

I groaned in response, he never let me drive his car, probably because he didn't trust me enough to put his prize possession at risk, "You know I'll never stop asking, right?" I stepped around him towards and climbed into the black seat. "It's one of the many things I like about you," he laughed and walked around to the driver's seat.