A Twist of Fate ↠ Scott Hoying

13. Do You Have a Boyfriend?

Scott said he would pick me up from my apartment as soon as he dropped Austin off at Mitch's house. It was crazy how they were still such great friends and I wondered if he still saw Kirstie regularly.

Usually, my students couldn't care less about me and my personal life but for some reason today they were getting off topic, asking a lot of questions that did not have anything to do with the poetry we were currently working on. Maybe they could tell I was excited and anxious about tonight.

"Ms. Gray, do you have a boyfriend?" A sweet girl named Molly asked.

I laughed, "Why does it matter?"

A chorus of "oooh's!" erupted from all around the room. "That means yes!" she giggled.

"What's his name?" a kid named Liam asked.

"I do not have a boyfriend... technically," I mumbled the last part, hoping they wouldn't catch it. No such luck.

"Oh, so you're dating someone then?" I couldn't tell who said this, as they were all talking at once now.

I shook my head, a small smile on my face, when did they become so nosy? I clapped my hands in front of me, trying to get them back on track, "Alright, so why do you think Carl Phillips related everything to colors?"

They all groaned as they realized that they would actually have to focus on their schoolwork now.

I made it through the rest of my day, trying my best to keep my students interested. Before I knew it I was driving home, thinking only about what would happen tonight. Where was Scott planning to take us? What were we going to do? I hoped it was nothing too adventurous. I read a book once when the boyfriend was super romantic and planned a date for the two of them, and he wouldn't tell her where they were going. He ended up taking her to go rock climbing and she was so excited.

I, however, would hate to go rock climbing on a date. I hoped Scott could tell that I'm not that ambitious.

Of course the other issue is what do I wear on a mystery date? I could easily end up dressing up too nice, or completely under dressed.

Why was I freaking out about this so much? This is something, I realized, that I have been thinking far too often. As soon as I was with Scott, I knew I would be fine. It was all the thinking beforehand that killed me.

I decided to wear a yellow sundress with black flats. It was going to get colder soon and I wanted to take full advantage of every nice day we have left. 

I was still looking in the mirror when I heard him knock on my door. I sighed, giving my hair one last check, before walking through the living room to the door, hoping that the butterflies in my stomach would go away when I saw him.

They did. He flashed me his award-winning smile, holding a bouquet of yellow lilies, my favorite.

"How did you know-"

"You mentioned it when you came over for dinner," he said, handing them to me.

"I did?"

"You did."

I smiled, hardly believing he remembered something I told him in passing. I went into the kitchen to find a vase to put them in.

When I came back he took my hand and we started walking down to the parking lot.

"You ready?" he asked.

"Well, I don't know. What are we doing exactly?"

"I told you, it's a surprise!"

"Still?!"

"Still," he laughed, kissing my cheek.

I groaned, "Can I at least have a hint?"

He scrunched up his face as he thought about it, before curtly saying, "Nope."

"Pleeeeeaaase?" I whined, grabbing his arm with my free hand.

"Fiiine," He drew the word out, squeezing my hand before he opened his car door for me, letting me inside.

As soon as he was in the driver's seat, he put his hand over mine on the center console, and said, "There will be food involved."

"Oh, good I love it already!" I said, enthusiastically.

He chuckled, "Oh, good."

"Any chance I'll get another hint?"

"None," he said, grinning at me and running his thumb back and forth over my knuckles. I couldn't help but smile.

We drove in silence for a few minutes until he pulled up to a small park, where a red and white checkered blanket with a picnic basket was already set up. We were going on a picnic.