Captivated

6.

The next few days were a blur. The only thing I did was go to the lectures, sometimes study, eat, sleep and repeat. I was mentally exhausted. But the better thing was that Brad and I were texting back and forth all day.

Brad: Do you think it would be too straightforward if I ask you out on a date, say Thursday?

Me: Well, it would be straightforward, but I don't mind. Thursday, work for me, but only after 2 PM.

Brad: Say less pretty girl, so I'll see you on Thursday at 6 PM at the dinner. Sounds good?

Me: Okay.

Well, I didn't know how the dates were supposed to be, but when Amelia or Zoey were telling me about theirs, every time, the guy picked them up. Don't get me wrong; I don't mind it; it's different.

"Girls! Emergency!" I shouted through the dorm, and the three of them came running and stumbling from the bathroom door.

"What is it?" Amelia asked. "Why are you shouting?" That was Zoey. "Ugh, I hit my toe!" And that was Brooklyn.

"Brad asked me out on a date," I told them, nervousness lacing my voice.

"What?" Amelia said wide-eyed.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you everything; just sit down on the bed. So, at the party, Brad was really sweet, and he was definitely handsome as hell, and I didn't tell you this before, but he kissed me. Like, it was not makeout or anything like that. He just kissed me, and it was my first kiss, he told me how beautiful I looked, and then we talked all night." I confessed.

"Oh, that's great!" Amelia said, but there was a hint of hesitation in her voice. Zoey and Brooklyn just looked at each other.

"What is it?" I asked because I didn't understand the looks.

"Well, Sawyer told me that Brad is not a good guy. He hooked up with so many girls and then just left them, crying without explanation." Amelia told me nervously.

"Ah, why, when it comes to guys, I have to pick the biggest playboy?" I rhetorically asked. "It was my first kiss, for fucks sake! And I gave it to someone that probably has STD." I groaned.

"Hold on; you still can go on a date. You just have to ask him how he sees this and that you know about his reputation." Zoey said.

"Also, Hudson was asking about you. Sawyer told me, I swear. He wasn't at the party because he was home for the weekend." Amelia said, muffled because she was going through my clothes.

"Mel, calm down; the date is on Thursday. I have plenty of time." It was only Tuesday.

"I know, but when it comes to outfits, there is no time. Okay, so Zoey will do your makeup, and I will pick some outfits." She smiled at me and then went back to her room.

After five minutes, she came back with three different outfits. I was so ready to be myself and have jeans.

She showed me one dress that was more for a party than for casual date/coffee or dinner. It was a no for me. Then jeans and bodysuit, but the neckline was too low and too deep for me. And the third outfit was just jeans and a pretty pinkish sweater. So I picked that.

After that, we were just talking about boys, and I learned that the guy who was dancing with Zoey had a name, and his name was Benjamin, and he indeed was a part of the football team. And that Brooklyn met another member and his name was Dallas. Both of them were at the dinner with us, but I can have a photographic memory, but faces are much harder to remember.

When Thursday rolled around, I was getting nervous. I didn't see him on campus, and I certainly didn't see Hudson, which was kind of disappointing because I loved his eyes, and I kind of missed them.