Don't Stand So Close (completed)

Chapter 7

Thursday, after my last class, I had plans to meet with Harry so we could talk. But we couldn't risk being seen together by Starla so we felt it was a good idea to meet at his house. We considered going to dinner or meeting at the park, but there was always risk with those ideas. Anyone could see us together. I couldn't wait to see him again. I was also prepared for any outcome so I put a few extra things in my purse that I may or may not need, depending on how the conversation went and where things went after.

Once Harry and I stared texting back and forth it didn't stop. We were texting each other all day. It's funny texting someone like Harry instead of someone in college, or Starla for example. Harry's texts were all properly worded and he didn't use emojis or gifs or condense the language. It was like texting an old man and there was a part of me that was like well, he is a little bit older. Despite that, and based on the texts, I had a feeling that the extra pair of panties and pack of condoms I stuffed in my purse would be necessary.

Needless to say, I also prepared in other ways. I contemplated how to present my bikini area to him (were we to get that far) bare, or not. I decided on bare to play it safe. Not that I think Harry wouldn't like me natural, I just wanted to put in more effort for him. I smoothed my favorite, expensive cream all over my body, and I even dressed cute. Southern California in the fall can get chilly in the morning and night, but the daytime is still warm sunshine. Today was nothing different so I wore a cute short dress that skims my body, but isn't tight. It's blue with small white, cream, and orange flowers all over it. The hem lands mid thigh, and the skirt of the dress is a little flowy. It's a higher neckline with little cap sleeves. Then I paired it with my chunky mary janes. The whole outfit is for Harry.

From Harry: I'm getting impatient. What is your ETA?

I look down at the text from Harry just as I'm about to get into Freddy. I roll my eyes. He's asked me a couple of times already today when I think I'll be over. My answer is always the same.

To Harry: just getting into the bronco. be there in 1 hour. 530pm - like I already told you! lol

I've also got an overnight bag tucked into the back seat just in case. I'm hoping this ends well but I've gone over all the scenarios in my head of ways this can turn out. When I finally start Freddy up, he starts with a click then a roar. This guy has been a faithful companion for years but I know there's only so much time we have left together before he bites the dust. So, I've been saving up for when the time comes. The extra money coming in from the restaurant these last weeks has helped a lot. My money is always tight. My budget is nothing I get to really play around with, but I do have to say, working 30-40 hours in a week rather than 15 makes a HUGE difference in the savings account. But it's stressful when you're a full time student.

Traffic is terrible, as usual. Which is why I give myself a whole hour to drive the 20 miles to Harry's house. It takes nearly an hour too. No surprise. When I finally pull up to his house and turn Freddy off, I collect my purse and my phone. I have two new notifications on my phone.

The first is Harry's response.

I know I just wanted to make sure you're still coming. I'm nervous is all. But I can't wait to have you all to myself.

I blush and sigh. I hop out of the car so as not to keep him, nor myself, waiting any longer. I read the next text, which is from my dad ten minutes ago.

Can you work tomorrow after classes? I know I agreed to give you tonight and Friday night off but I'm already pulling my hair out. This will end soon, Anna. I'll get in some more servers and life can go back to normal. I'll pay you extra if you work tomorrow.