After detention on Thursday, instead of basketball practice, I head led home to see Tori and Zana in my room.
"We're here to get you ready for your date! We are spending the night!" Squealed Zana.
Oh no.
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"I'm gonna mess this stupid date up so bad! I'm not the player's girl! " I wailed. Tori and Zana smirked at me. "We'll see about that. " Tori grinned.
Zana was putting my straight caramel hair into a curly bun, while Tori was putting on my makeup. I was looking through Tori's date outfit magazine.
It was 5:30 on Friday and we were all in Tori's room getting me ready. I finally decided on a navy Jean dress with multiple pockets and a brown braided leather belt.
"So. You existed for tonight?" Tori asked again for the 100 time tonight.
I rolled my eyes. "Sorta. "
She smirked. "I knew you liked Sam! I mean, honestly who doesn't? "
"All done!" Squealed Zana.
I turned to look in the mirror. "Well for my first date, i guess I look fine. "
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I didn't want to go in. They couldn't make me, so I wouldn't.
I started to turn around but Tori grabbed me. "Come on. It'll be worth it!" "I'm not so sure. Zana's brother is kinda scary. "
Zana smirked. "And that is why every single girl loves him. "
"Ya, well not me!" I shrieked. Tori and Zana gave each other knowing looks. "Why couldn't Tori go?!" I whined. "Because, she's dating Logan." Zana shrugged.
Great. I'm stuck. Does he even know who I am? Oh Lordy. I hope not.
I slowly pushed the swinging door to the movie theater.
Oh. No. He. Didn't.
This place was for the richies. Not the norm peps!
I saw familiar sandy blonde hair and a letterman jacket with the last name of "Doepker" written in the back, standing near the concession stand.
"Sam! Oh Sammie! Your dates here. " Smirked Zana. I ducked behind the counter at the last minute just in time to see the boy turn towards us.
He curiously looked around. "Um, where?" "She's hiding from you, Sam Doepker! You idiot! See not every girl falls head over heels for your ugly blonde hair and baby blue eyes. "
His hair was far from ugly I'll say that. Whoever that date is, she's one lucky girl.
Oh wait. That's me. Darn.
"Ale-" started Zana. I cut her off by shoving my hand in her face.
"Uh, Zan? Who does that hand belong to?" Sam asked curiously. I groaned and stood up.
"Me. "
His expression was priceless.
"Al-al-Alexi Horre? From homeroom?"
"I was tricked into this, this, 'date'. " I mumbled.
He nodded. "Me too. At least I was paired up with a hot basketball player from my homeroom who practically every boy has a crush on. " I blushed.
"Wish I could say the same. " I softly smiled. He narrowed his eyes. "What? Do you know who I am? I am Sam M. Doepker, the athletic ladies man." He proudly stated.
"Guess that makes two of us. Hey! Where did your dumb blonde sister go?!" I frantically looked around.
Darn her. She tricked me then ditched me. What a great friend.
"Ugh. When will this be over. "
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I flopped onto my bed.
Worst. Day. EVER!
"You got a call. It's from meeeeee!" I grunted at my lame ring tone and picked my cell up.
"Lo?" "Alexi! Me and Tori are waiting to here how it went! Get goin' !" I groaned and bang my head on my night table. "Fine. It was just fine. " I overreactedly yelled.
"Oh oh oh oh oh !!!!! Good ! To see my BFF and bro happy together warms my heart. " "I was JOKING Zan! It went HORRIBLE. He tried to flirt. Then he took me to an romance movie. And to top it off, he tried to kiss me and offered to take me back to his house a little too seductively for my liking!"
"Oh. Well. Sounds like my brother. Sorry for setting you up for this. " "Oh believe me, you better be. "
Although I was secretly glad she did.

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Teen FictionAlexi hates math, hates her teachers and loves basketball. She started when she was 5. She got her first detention 10 years later, which prevented her from playing basketball for one month. Then to top it off, her frienemy, Calli Copperthorne, decid...