The rest of the week went by pretty well. I wasn't as sad as I usually am, and instead of crying to Sam while on the phone, we actually had a normal conversation. Well, as normal as we could. We're best friends.
It was Friday night. I've been giving Jack rides home for a few days, but he told me that he was picking up his car for our date tomorrow. Date? Probably the technical term for it, but for us it was just hanging out. I was on the phone with Sam, and I couldn't stop smiling.
"Sam, I'm so excited." I said smiling. That's all I've been doing every time I think about Jack. I don't know what it is, but he makes me feel something. Something strange. I do not understand.
"Haha. I'm sure you are." He replied not sounding as happy as I thought he would.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing. Well - I'm just worried about you."
"Why?"
"I just don't want anyone to hurt you, you know?"
I was utterly confused. Why was he worried? Didn't he like Jack? I hope so. I feel us going somewhere.
"Yeah, I understand. But Jack is sweet, he's not going to hurt me, okay?"
He laughed, "For his sake, I hope you're right."
After we hung up, I got a text from Jack.
Jack: Can't wait for tomorrow. See you at 12 (;
Me: See you then. (;
Jack: Goodnight Blake. Sweet dreams.
I tried to sleep that night, but there was no use, I was too happy. Well, happy and nervous. I laid in my bed, and for once, I didn't cry myself to sleep. My thoughts lingered to Jack, and possibilities of tomorrow. My stomach was jittery, and I couldn't stop smiling.
What was he doing to me?
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Romance"Are you sure you want this Blake?" He whispered back. "What are you talking about?" "Me. Are you sure you want me?" Was he serious? I sat up, making him get off of me. "Would I have kissed you if I didn't?" I spoke a little louder this time. "I jus...
