A R E S
Should I text her first?
What if she thinks I'm clingy as shit? She just gave me her number yesterday.
But I asked if she wanted to get coffee tomorrow and today is yesterday's tomorrow...
Fuck it. I'm just going to text her and see how that goes.
klio
Sunday 11:17 AM
hey. its ares.
Okay. Now I just have to wait. I can do that.
But how long do I have to wait?
Shit. I'm losing myself over her. Wondering when she's going to text me back, whether or not I should have rephrased what I said, I'm a mess.
While I wait, I might as well read or something. Just to take my mind off this utterly pathetic situation.
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klio
Sunday 12:19 PM
hey! im sorryyy i was at church
read: 12:21 PMdont apologize. we all need jesus.
read: 12:22 PMhahah youre right
read: 12:22 PMso coffee?
read: 12:23 PMofc! when did you wanna meet up??
read: 12:24 PMmaybe td if u arent busy?
read: 12:24 PMperfect. meet at mako's at 2??
read: 12:25 PMokay. see u then.
read: 12:26 PMHoly shit. We have a date. I have a date with Klio Castillo.
Can I even call it a date? Does she see it as a date? What the fuck do I wear? Oh fuck. What do I wear?
I've never felt this nervous about a coffee meet up. She's the only one who could possibly make me feel like this.
Okay, I have about an hour and a half to make myself less a nervous wreck than I am right now.
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After sweating out my fucking ass cheeks, I've finally decided on an outfit.
I choose to wear a brown sweater, brown cargos, and some white Air Forces. Very basic, but damn I look good.
I made my way out the door and to my car seeing as I have to be there in 30 minutes.
I get in my car and play my chill playlist to calm my rapidly beating heart.
I make it outside Mako's with 10 minutes to spare and catch a table for us.
I keep fucking fidgeting due to my anxiety. My knee is bouncing up and down, I keep looking at the door, taking my hat off and touching my fucking hair, and I only stop when I hear,

YOU ARE READING
ARES
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