Unpredictable

3

"What the hell, Sailer?"

I'm woken up from a nap to a screaming Abby and a slap to the face with a pillow from my bed.

I roll over onto my back and squint my eyes. "Jesus Abby," I say with a voice full of sleep. "What's your problem?"

"This!" she exclaims, shoving my phone inches from my face. I grab it from her hand and allow my eyes to focus. I see she has my messages open with Luke's contact up. He sent me a text while I was sleeping that says "I'd love to see you again." Above that is the picture that he sent to himself last night of us at the cafe.

"What is that?! Were you just going to forget to tell me you met Luke Hemmings? Or that you got his number?! How in the shit did that happen?!?!"

"Abby. Calm. Down. He came into the cafe last night and recognized me from the concert, so he sat at my table and we both did our own work and he gave me his number and I left. End of story. And it's not like I was keeping some secret! You've been at Alex's all morning!" I protest, rubbing my eyes.

She takes a second to let what I said sink in before she lets out a high-pitched squeal and jumps on the bed beside me. "Oh my god! So it obviously went well if he wants to see you again!" she says, hugging my shoulders.

I push her arms off. "If by well, you mean his complimenting me for 15 minutes and my embarrassing the absolute shit of myself, then yes, it was a real dream."

"Well you must have done something right! Are you gonna see him again?" she asks, pure excitement in her eyes.

"I don't know...I ju-" I start to say.

"I really do not want to hear your piss-poor excuses. I'm currently holding your phone. Either you agree to meet him or I'll do it for you.

"Whatever, Ab. Give me the phone," I say. It's funny, that phrase sounds vaguely familiar. I stick my hand out and she lays my phone in my open palm. I reread his text before replying :

Only if you promise the second date will be better than the first.

Immediately, my screen notifies me that he's typing and I smile.

Date, huh? Sounds great to me.  

I start to reply before another text pops up.

Btw, I don't appreciate you waiting to answer. You're such a girl ;-)

I laugh out loud and Abby scoffs. I look up to see a smug look plastered across her face. "And you weren't going to reply. What would you do without me?" I laugh again before returning to my other conversation.

Actually, I was sleeping. Don't get too ahead of yourself, rock star. No one ever said I like you enough to put the "girl" moves on.

If I remember correctly, you proposed the date.

Yeah, whatever. You're losing cool points.

I can practically see you blushing right now.

Ugh. The worst part is that now I actually am blushing. But I really don't mind. I look down to see another message.

So I was thinking we could do dinner Friday? If you're up for it. I wouldn't want to overwhelm you with my gorgeous self.

Oh god. Not my finest moment.

Oh, you're so on. Friday sounds good. I'll send you my address.

Sounds good, school girl. I'll see ya Friday.

I lock my phone and look up at an expectant Abby. "So?"

"Dinner on Friday. Now will you chill?" I say, trying to hold back my excitement.

Abby, however, starts dancing around the room. "Woooo. My best friend is going on a date with a rock star! I'm doing your hair."

"Uh huh. You wish. And it's really not a big deal. I barely know him."

"Mmhmm...whatever you say. Just let me know how he is in bed. I bet he's great," she says mischievously.

"Abby! I hate you!" I squeal, jumping from the couch.

She runs away, diving behind the bed, and I jump on top of her. I hope she knows I actually love her. Because of her, I"m going on a date with Luke Hemmings!!

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Sorry, this chapter was short and pretty cheesy. But the next one's extra long, I promise! Vote and comment!!