As soon as I got home I called the girls freaking out, this is the first time a guys actually asked me out I guess...he did ask me out right. What do I wear? Do I shave? Wait! Why would I shave? Do I? What is his intentions? Fuck?! Do I wear a skirt or jeans? Do I put on perfume?!
I need mom!
"Mama!" I shouted and she came rushing into my room
"Mi amour, what's wrong?" She said
"I need your help." I said as I peaked out of my closet
She gave me a confused expression then sat down on my bed and smiled at me waiting for me to tell her what was going through my mind.
"A guy asked me to meet him tonight, I think his going to ask me out." I said and she beamed in excitement
"Awww my baby is growing up! Well did he say what you should wear?" She asked
"No, he just said he would message where to meet him and he would be there at 8." I said
She sat in silence almost like she was thinking about something very serious then she walked over to my closet and started picking items out.
"There, wear this. It's warm enough but still sexy but also still cute enough that you come across as oblivious." She said with a knowing smile
When did my mom become so experienced at tricking men, well then again she did have 3 men after her when I was growing up...I do sometimes wonder what her first love was like.
"Mom, what was your first love like?" I asked
She took my hand and sat down with me at the bay window, she pulled her legs under her and sat crossed legged as she looked at me and put her thoughts together.
"Well, my first love was fun, sweet and very free. He was always worried about if I was okay and always paid attention to every little detail in what I did. He knew exactly what I liked and didn't, he knew how to make me smile and what to say when I wasn't feeling good. My first love is a very fond memory that I would never give up. Let's just say a lot of my first were with him and I was a lot of his firsts as well, my first love was Dante, I was going to marry him. He was the sweetest man I'd ever met, he was always smiling and always took care of everyone plus he was really hot, like super sexy, tall, built, black hair and blue eyes. He was perfection. But I want you to remember that heartbreak is part of love and life so even if this relationship with this boy doesn't work out don't worry there will be others. My papa always told me that you will have 3 loves in your life, the first will be pure and innocent, the second will be painful and sad but the third will be the final and that man will be your soulmate...he was right in the end because that is how all my great loves were." Said mom
I smiled at her and realised what she was saying, Dante was her first love and she always speaks fondly of how innocent they were but when she speaks about papa she speaks of happiness and pain...she always says she cried the most but felt the most passionate love with him but she knew it wasn't true love and papa says the same even though I'm sure he still loves mama, but when mama talks about dad her eyes light up and it's almost as if she is brought back to life. Whenever I see them looking at each other it's like they are the only two people in the room and I guess that's how mama knew that dad(Ryder) was the man for her. I hope to find a man like that.
"Thanks mama, don't tell papa and dad. They will freak out if they find out a guy asked me out." I said
"As long as you don't go alone. Ask your girl friends too trail you guys just for safety." She said
"I'll bring my daggers as well." I said and she nodded
Mom helped me get ready and I called the girls while mom did my hair and make up. I hope tonight goes well, with each minute passing I felt my excitement and anticipation increase. Kio told me to meet him at a cliff top area that many locals knew about, I wonder why.
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Good Girl Gone Bad
RomanceHi, I'm Ivy Sanchez, my father is Kodiak Sanchez and my step father is Ryder Juliano, my mother is the most amazing person...she is Safire Santos. I have a twin brother, Niko, but we're 17 now and just transferred to a new school after moving to It...