Friday, December 2nd
"Just be responsible."
"Whatever, I'll see you later Harp." Jenna calls.
Lily, Jenna, Cameron, and Aidan all climb out of my car and walk to the house across the street. The lights are flashing and I can feel the pounding bass from here. The music is blaring and I feel like my head is going to explode and I'm not even drunk or inside the house.
I lock the doors and take out my book. I'd put on music, but I wouldn't be able to hear it. I glance at the time, 10:37. Only a million more hours to go.
I sigh and take out my book that I brought to entertain myself. Let the fun begin.
11:00
Could that music be any fricken louder? I sigh and toss my book into the passenger seat and rub my temples. That music is so loud I can barely think, let alone read a book. It was a bad idea to read.
What to do, what to do.
11:02
I hate this, this sucks. Why did I agree to do this? Maybe I should go somewhere else. But what if they need me...why would they need me? They're probably all drunk out of their minds right now. They won't even know I'm gone.
I'm leaving.
With that conclusion, I turn on the engine of my car and drive to the nearest fast food.
11:20
"Can I have a number two please?"
"And what to drink?" The voice echo's through the small speaker.
"Um, a Root Beer please."
"Is that all for you tonight?"
"Yes, thank you so much"
"Alright, pull up to the next window to pay." The male voice on the other end says. I drive up to the window and wait for the receipt.
"That'll be $10.89." I look up to hand to money over and see God. Not literally, but dang, he's hot. His hair is the perfect shade of dirty blonde and his blue eyes are electrifying. His skin is flawless and beautifully tan.
"Ya, here." I hand him my credit card and our hands brush sending shivers down my spine. I smile up into his cobalt blue eyes and he winks at me. I shouldn't be flirting with him, I have a...what do I have...? A guy who I'm attracted to and have been on one date with?
The small window closes and I look back forward, using the time to compose myself. A little flirting won't hurt anybody. Keeping my options open is a good thing, especially at this stage in my life.
The window slides back open and he hands me my card and my receipt.
"Wait here for your food." I smile at him and look down at the receipt. At the bottom in small writing is his name and number. Noah. Huh.
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Change of Plans
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