“So, I heard you're dating Drake.” Emily said at lunch on Monday, staring at me intensely while she dipped a French fry in ketchup.
“No, we're just friends.” I replied, nodding my head to clarify.
“Oh. So you're one of those?”
“What do you mean?”
“Marley saw you kissing Drake across the street from your house on Wednesday. You don't kiss people that you're not dating.”
“Oh.” I said, staring down at my tray. I could feel a blush creeping up on my face.
“Oh crap! You guys are dating, aren't you?” Emily smiled, pushing me back and forth with her shoulder.
“No.. no, I don't know. Not officially, I guess. I don't know. And I don't want to ask him.”
“Oh, come on. You kissed! And you're afraid to ask him a simple question? If he kissed you, he's obviously into you, so he's going to say that you guys are dating.”
“Well, there we go. I don't even need to ask him then.”
“Tailee, yes, you do. He's right over there. Just go up, and ask.”
“No. He's with his friends. How embarrassing.”
“You're such a wimp.” Emily shook her head at me. Then she jumped up and started waving her hands in the direction of Drake's table. “Drake! Lexington! Yes, you! Get over here!”
“See? Now just ask him when he comes up.” She sat down, and said to me, smiling like she had just found the cure for cancer.
“You're insane.” I said, getting up close to her face, and left the table, going to get ketchup for the fries I'm not going to eat.
As I stood at the ketchup dispenser, I saw Emily say a few words to Drake, and he glanced up in my direction and smiled the smile that always made me melt inside. He nodded his head, then walked back over to his table. I stayed a few more minutes, then walked back over to Emily.
“You missed it. You missed everything.” Emily said, smiling at me crazily.
“I'm sorry.” I slid the ketchup over to her, where she immediately started dunking fries.
“I told him that I saw you guys kiss and asked if you were dating. And he said that he'll text you and ask about it. But he shook his head 'yes', Tailee!”
“Oh em gee, yay.” I said, unenthusiastically.
“You are so lucky. Do you know how long I've wanted him? My goodness, he is one big pile of sex.” Emily rambled on, as I stared over at Drake's table, where he continued to talk to his friends; slowly sneaking glances every now and then at our table.
