Diary of a High School Has Been (18+)

Entry 25: Today I met Preston's mom

I told him I had to turn my phone off when he dropped me off this morning. I didn't want him to think I was ignoring him again.

When we woke up after our night together, he kept treating me weird. Almost like a child, as if I were suddenly fragile. I mean, when we were getting dressed to leave, the guy actually put my shoes on for me. Tied the laces and everything!

I think my crying after he took my virginity freaked him out. I didn't expect things to be the same between us again so after church, I was surprised when I turned my phone back on to a new message from Preston.

Preston: wyd today?

As casual as ever.

I texted him back that I didn't have any plans after brunch with my family besides rotting in my bed, and watching tv all day. It was still pretty early in the day, around 11:30am when he texted me back.

Preston: There's someplace I want to take you. I'll be there in 20. Dress warm.

I didn't question him. I just did as I was told and got dressed. Quickly, I changed out of my church dress and into a pair of light wash jeans. I put on a tight, black, long sleeve shirt and beige trucker jacket with white wool on the collar. After checking the time, it dawned on me that Preston would be at the house soon.

I freshened up my make up, brushed through my hair and pulled on a knit headband to keep my ears warm. I assumed we were going somewhere outside since weather was a concern.

When I tiptoed down the steps, I made sure everyone was preoccupied. Grandma was going over some documents with Dad in his office and Mom was in the kitchen prepping dinner for later. I saw my chance and took it, slipping out the front door undetected.

I didn't even let Preston pull into the driveway when I sprinted for his car. Flying inside, I slammed the door shut and yelled at him.

"Drive! Drive! DRIVE!"

Preston sighed deeply and rubbed his temple with his index and middle finger.

"Parker, please text your mom."

He sounded so fed up with me.

I did as he said and sent my mom a text explaining that I'd left and would be back later. That was all she needed to know.

Once I showed Preston that I did, in fact, let my mother know I wasn't dead in a ditch somewhere, he drove off.

I looked around the car and noticed an array of things that did not suit Preston at all. Two steaming coffee cups, a pastry bag, a blanket and two bouquets of flowers.

"Who are the flowers for?" I asked.

Preston reached back with one arm and kept the other on the steering wheel. He fumbled around for one of the bouquets and handed it to me.

"These are for you."

I don't know why but I began to laugh.

Maybe it was because Miranda said he wouldn't buy me flowers or perhaps it was the fact that I was still high on the fact that we had slept together.

"Did you just get me these because we had sex?"

Preston swerved slightly off the road, losing his composure.

"What? No!"

He gave me an earnest look which invoked a playful laugh from me.

"I'm just kidding, relax!" I put my hand on his shoulder, assuring him that I appreciated the gesture.

"They're beautiful," I said holding them up to my nose and taking the scent of the fresh flowers in.

Then I furrowed my brows, curious as to who the other ones were for.