sweet tooth - karl jacobs

chapter 35- flustered

"you said WHAT?" garrett shouts into the phone later that night. i wince at the volume of his voice.

"i said yes," i repeat for what feels like the tenth time.

"you... said yes? to a date? with that hottie that you're not into?"

"yes! except i'm not so sure about the 'not into' part..."

"but you haven't gone a date since-"

"i know! that's why i'm freaking out! and i basically asked him to ask me out... i feel so stupid!"

"no need to feel stupid. he probably thought it was hot."

"garrett!"

"sorry, sorry! when's the date?"

"in two days..."

the line goes silent for a moment, and all i can hear is garrett's heavy breathing on the other side of the call.

"garrett?" i ask, breaking the silence.

"i'll be there at 8," he says as he hangs up. i hear the beeping that indicates that the call has ended, and i furrow my eyebrows together.

what's that supposed to mean?

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at 8:02 pm, i hear loud, persistent knocking on my door. i look at the door before standing up and peering through the peephole, seeing none other than garrett standing at the door.

"guess he was serious..." i mutter to myself as i open the door. "he-"

"HAVEN EVERGREEN," he yells sternly as he invites himself inside. i wince at the volume, praying i won't get a noise complaint, as i watch him make himself at home on my couch.

"come in," i say sarcastically, earning an eyeroll.

"don't be cute. you need to start from the beginning. what happened?"

"i told you on the phone. we filmed a video, in the middle of the video he sorta asked me out, then while driving home i told him i wouldn't say no if he asked me out, so he asked me out, i said yes, and now we have a date on sunday."

garrett nods as he checks his phone, then suddenly stands up. he grabs my wrist and we start heading towards the door.

"woah woah woah!" i shout. "where are we going?"

"the mall is open until 11 on fridays. we are getting you a new outfit," he answers.

"what's wrong with what i own?"

garrett purses his lips as he stares at me sympathetically.

"how do i say this nicely..." he thinks for a moment before talking. "you're very pretty. and the things you wear don't... always do you justice."

"what?!"

"oh my god, must i spell it out for you? you don't own anything sexy! and it's my responsibility as your best friend to make sure you look sexy!"

i sputter a bit at the sudden use of the sensual word and feel my cheeks flush.

"who said i had to look sexy?" i ask awkwardly.

"me."

"but what if i don't want to look sexy?"

"then we don't have to use that word. we can say you're gonna look astounding, if you want. or breathtaking. or-"

"garrett! you don't even like women!"

"but karl does! specifically you, woman! and i'm taking it upon myself to make sure you look your best and are comfortable. now come on. your attempts at stalling are futile."