5.) Half-Date

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Chapter 5.) Half-Date


Will Chris flake out on me like last year? I peered out of our living room window for the third time. Dusk's pink lavender painted the sky, but our red driveway only accommodated Mom's Accord. It'd been almost three hours since his last text which was, "Getting ready." He always looked good. Maybe that's why he had a reputation for always being late. But with short hair, a gorgeous face, and a hot body, he didn't need much except the right outfit to flaunt. Young, beautiful James Franco types like him had it easy.

"Will you stop looking out the window?" Mom walked to my side, wearing her faded and oversized t-shirt pajama-dress even though it was almost 9:00pm. "You look desperate."

"And you look like a retired grandma."

She chuckled as she pulled on her ugly dress. "Maybe I should change."

I turned from the window. "No worries, I told him to honk when he arrives."

She shook her head. "You totally should have had him knock."

"Whatever, Mom, it's fine."

Two honks sounded outside. We both jumped.

"That's him!" I bustled to the diamond-shaped mirror hanging by our computer desk. My curls had good volume, and my makeup was on point. The tight green polo I wore complimented my hazel eyes, and my equally as tight jeans accentuated my hips.

"You look good, mamashmoo." Mom gestured to the door. "Now walk slow when you go out there. Don't rush to his car or you'll—"

"Look desperate, I know, thanks Mom." I kissed her cheek and then walked out of the door. Taking her advice, I sauntered to the white SUV parked on the grass by the sidewalk. The passenger door lay open, and lowered windows revealed Landon in the backseat.

You've got to be kidding me. As he waved, I clenched my jaw and forced myself not to frown. Ugh, when would little seventeen-year-old boys ever grow up? Why couldn't Chris watch a movie with me alone? I wasn't some kick-butt villainess from his comic books that he needed a freaking sidekick for backup. Unless...he didn't want this to be a date.

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