Of course I said yes, but made a fool of myself right after. I hit myself. I literally hit myself. I took the car door and hit myself in the eye. I played it out until I got in the house though. I'm sure he saw me do it, but I was not ready to admit it. I walked into the house and imminently started crying. Mostly because I just gauged my eye out with the corner of a car door, but the weight of the stress from today just hit me like a ton a brick.
"Hey honey, are you ok? I saw you got your eye, let me take a look." Of course he saw. I uncovered my face and my dad tilted my head up. My dad was pretty tall while I'm stuck being 5'2 for the rest of my life.
"Ow!" I say as he gently felt around my eye.
"It looks like it's swelling, we'll have to put some ice on it." I really hope it doesn't bruise, this boy just asked me on a date, I can't just show up with a black eye. My dad walks into the kitchen and I follow suit.
"Will it bruise?" I ask.
"I sure hope not, but by the looks of it, it might. Here." He says handing me an ice packet. Great.
"Thanks, I'm gonna call Demi so I'll see you at dinner." I say making my way out of the kitchen.
"Ok bud." I hear him yell back. I need Demi right now.
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Demi: hello?
Me: hey I need to talk to you about something...
Demi: Sure, are you ok?
Me: Yeah I just feel like crap. This boy asked me on a date today.
Demi: And you feel like crap? Why?
Me: It's not that, I just had a bad day, and then after he asked me I kinda gave myself a black eye.
Demi: How did you manage to do that? I know you're clumsy and all but that had to take work.
Me: Well I hit my eye while closing the door. Like that one time with your car.
Demi: oh my gosh! Did he see?
Me: I'm pretty sure he did, but I don't know. I'm just happy my dad didn't make fun of me for it.
Demi: Was he stalking you again?
Me: Yeah, but I don't really mind.
Demi: So wait, who is this boy? And how did you get in his car?
Me: My truck broke down, and his name is Thomas. He just gave me a ride home and I don't know.
Demi: Hmm....His name doesn't sound familiar, does he work at the same place we do?
Me: I'm not really sure, but he might.
Demi: oh, well we are going to have to find out. Now that you may have a boyfriend!
Me: oh shut it
*we both laugh
"Taylor, moms home." I hear my dad tell up the stairs.
Me: I have to go, love you.
Demi: Love you too
I hang up and climb out of bed. Why did my dad call for me? I usually don't leave my room till dinner, but whatever.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter!
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