No Longer Friends

Chapter 9 - The Date

I woke up and sighed, looking down at my sticky boxers. The dream I had turned a little... I'm sure you can imagine. I grabbed a change of boxers and made my way to the bathroom. God, why does James have to do this stuff to me? Now I have to wash my sheets. I pulled off the soiled boxers and turned on the shower. As I got in I started to feel very anxious about the date. Even though he's the one that should be scared about fucking it up, I couldn't help but worry about how he'll react to me. What if he realizes that he actually doesn't want me and breaks my heart for the third time? What if the date is awkward as hell? What if I find a way to embarrass myself? All these questions flooded my head as I ran shampoo through my hair. I finished washing up and got out of the shower. As soon as I stepped out my phone buzzed on the counter. I wrapped a towel around me and looked down at the text notification.

Good morning cutie. Ready for our date?

I couldn't help but smile at the text. I looked in the mirror to see my face completely red. I hated how he could do this to me without even being in the room. I finished drying off and pulled on a pair of boxers before collapsing onto my bed. I thought for ten minutes about what to say back, but eventually settled for...

'Yes.'

I hate myself. 

I groaned and sat my phone down on the dresser before walking into my closet. I searched through the clothes on hangers and in drawers to find something to wear. I had no idea whether to go simple like any casual day, or formal like and actual date. I decided to do the only logical thing, I facetimed Taniya.

"Taniya I have a problem," I muttered as she rubbed her eyes and sat up in her bed.

What else is new? Does it have something to do with James?

 I nodded and she rolled her eyes.

I thought you were done with him. 

"I was, but last night he kind of came to my door and begged for forgiveness."

Her eyes widened while she made her way to her bathroom.

Really? He wants to have sex with you that bad?

I shook my head.

"He actually said he wants to do it right this time. Like take me out on dates."

WHAT! 

She yelled out before quickly covering her mouth. I couldn't help but laugh as she slowly closed the door to her bathroom.

He actually wants to date you?

 I nodded as she placed a patch on a pimple that had popped up on her chin. 

"We actually have a date tonight, he's cooking dinner."

I once again couldn't help but smile while thinking about him cooking for me.

This seems a little sketchy. Are you sure he's not just doing this to get you to let your guard down again?

I sighed knowing that she might be right, but there's only one way to test that.

"It's a possibility, but I've decided that I'm not gonna have sex with him for at least a few weeks."

I knew inside that if he tried to make an advance on me I would be putty in his hands. I just had to hope that I would have enough strength to say no to him.

So what do you need my help with? 

"I don't know what to wear."

She immediately hopped up and grabbed the camera. She always loved dressing me up, I was basically her male model. We spent hours combing through my entire wardrobe, her rejecting different articles of clothing like she was a professional designer. Eventually she settled on a blank white t-shirt with an unzipped black jacket and black sweatpants.