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Chapter twenty-one: This is boring

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜

Alex did ask me out.

At first, I was hesitant to say yes. Our past was too much to just push away easily, so I told him I'd think about it. During the 'thinking about it' period, all I could see was the look on Alex's face: the desperation for me to accept this apology, the pain in his eyes when explaining everything, him breaking down into tears, and the look of hurt when I told him I just didn't know if I could go out with him, regardless of how I actually felt.

But I broke. I picked up my phone, and I ended up asking him on a date, ignoring the fact that he asked me first. I wanted to make him happy. I chose him, not our past. I wanted to show him that.

As he likes me and I like him too, I figured there would be no harm in it. It would only be one date, and if he did or said anything wrong, I could leave. It's not like I've agreed to be his boyfriend or anything. It's just a date. I'll try not to think of anything that could happen between us past the first date. I don't want to disappoint myself in any way, as there are many ways this could go wrong. I don't list them. I refuse to do that to myself.

While I was the one who asked him out, he's the one who's taking me to the place with which the date will take place. I tried to argue this, as I was the person who asked him on this phone call, but he was firm on the fact that he wants to be the one taking me out, as he's wanted to for nearly three years. I softened at this and agreed.

There is one small glitch in the system. I have never been on a date before. People have asked to go on dates, sure, but I've never gone through with it. Mainly because the requests were from girls and there is an apparent reason as to why I wouldn't feel comfortable dating them, but also because I'm too scared. I don't know what to wear, how to act, what to talk about, or things that are acceptable to say or ask. I don't know anything; I'm completely clueless.

Rather than having to suffer getting ready on my own, I ask Lucy to come over and help me. I would have requested Cami to help too, and I do feel bad that I didn't, but she'd insist on knowing who I'm going on a date with and that would unravel the whole Alex situation. I don't want to risk that.

"What do I even wear?" I exclaim for the third time since Lucy arrived, pacing back and forth in front of my wardrobe, doing what Alex does a lot and run a hand through my hair a couple times. Lucy's eyes follow me as though she's watching a tennis match.

"Right, so, I've googled the restaurant he said he's taking you to and it's kind of fancy so do you have any black jeans that don't have rips in them?"

"Fancy? Let me see," I say.

She holds her phone out to me, and I take it from her, clicking straight on the website. Sure enough, it is a fancy restaurant. Well, not fancy fancy, but definitely not your average TGIFridays. I go straight to the menu tab to check out the prices and my eyes almost water at the costs of the dishes.