I spent last night picking out my outfit for my date. It feels so strange that I have a date. I have been to some places with Adam with a group of people, but never alone.
He was the second boy I have kissed. It was at a party, and many people thought we were going to be an item after that. We both never mentioned it again. The first boy was under the basketball hoop in freshman year. He was my crush at the time and moved away. I was crazy about him, and now I struggle to remember his name.
I sit at my desk in my room, I look at the clock. It was only 10 am. I am already wearing my outfit for my date. A white sundress with yellow sunflowers. I wear yellow high heel shoes and a sunhat. I was somewhat excited, but also confused, because I know in my heart Adam and I will never be a couple.
I rush downstairs. My mom will be at the Dance Academy even on a Saturday, so I have the whole day to myself. Walking into the kitchen, I hear my stomach rumble. Opening the refrigerator, I look around. I couldn't cheat on my diet even if I wanted to.
Feeling disgusted, I grab an apple. Let's check the social media for today. I walk to the computer room and sit down at the computer.
Logging in to the site, I noticed five new friend requests. I am picking out who I will accept. Mom warns me constantly about the danger of strangers.
The first four people I don't know. My eyes pop out of my head when I see Corey Hadly. Should I accept his request? What will it hurt?
I quickly click yes to accept his friend request before I can change my mind.
I hear the computer ding. Omg, he privately messaged me. I open his text.
So you won't speak to me, but accepted my friend request. Lol it read
Maybe I shouldn't have, I keyed back.
Meet me at the library, he wrote
When? I messaged back
Now, I am heading there, his next message read
What? Now? I quickly wrote back
I notice he went offline. Am I going to meet him?
I click on his profile picture. He looks so cute, even with the smoke coming out of his mouth. He wore a backward hat and had a white t-shirt on. I look at his blue eyes, it sends my nerves into a rush.
I log out of my account and get up from the computer. I grab my handbag and walk towards the front door.
Getting in my car, I look at the time. It was only 11. I have a penalty of time. I feel so nervous pulling out of my driveway. The Florida traffic is a little busy. I am so used to driving in it, so it doesn't phase me.
Arriving at the library, I noticed Corey's truck was already parked. I pull in next to him and park my car. I watch as he gets out of his truck and into my car.
"Slowpoke," he tasted.
"Whatever."
"So why did you want to meet?"
"I want to hang out with you," he says.
"But not dance."
"Look, Mandy is not my type. I can fool around with her and it means nothing but you I can't" he says.
"Wow, you're that type of guy."
"What?" He says, shrugging his shoulders.
"The fool-around guy, and why couldn't you fool around with me?"
"I still feel some type of way about you," he tells me.
"How you just meant me," I look at him deeply, analyzing his face.
The kiss under the basketball hoop. That's not him.
"You don't remember me?" He asks. He seems upset.
My mouth hangs open. I try to speak, but I can't find the words.
"I guess, I am not a good kisser," he laughs.
"We were just kids," I say, still amazed that I didn't realize sooner.
"I knew how I felt about you even back then," he smiles.
I feel my face turn red, with shyness this time.
"I guess that's why I was so drawn to you so quickly."
"I can't believe you didn't recognize me," he says.
"You look so different."
"You look the same," he chuckles.
"You're the boy from the basketball hoop."
"And you're that girl," he smiles.