I Was Saved... by the Jerkface

The Date: Part One

It was seven o'clock now, and my stomach was tying itself into knots. My intestines felt like they were made of jell-o, and my hands wouldn't stop shaking. And all I was doing was sitting on my bed in my room.

I looked toward the digital alarm clock on my dresser, confirming for the third time in two minutes that it was indeed 7:02pm. Blake said he'd finish packing and then we'd go on our date by seven-thirty. I was way ahead of him, and I'd already done everything needed for the date – I was dressed, had done my hair, put on shoes, and stocked my purse with the needed accessories for the night ahead. I still had no idea where he was taking me or what we were doing.

Keeping in mind that I had to be prepared for anything, I'd dressed in my black yoga pants from Pink that I knew made my butt look good. I paired them with a cute purple blouse that I'd bought at Charlotte Russe, and completed the outfit with flowery and purple heels. I realize the heels might not have been the greatest option, but hey, I was trying to impress him here, wasn't I?

I'd left my hair down and curled it slightly, and made sure it stayed in place by hair-spraying the crap out of it. I'd done my makeup simply, because I knew he hated it when I caked it on really heavy.

I sat on my bed and twiddled my thumbs in between answering texts from Gabby while I waited for seven-thirty to roll around. I thought about getting up and going to his room a few times, but decided against it. If he was busy packing, I'd only be slowing the process.

I didn't want to seem incredibly eager (which I was), so when it was seven-thirty, I made myself wait another three or four minutes before getting up and knocking on his door lightly. He answered it quickly, which was a good sign that he was mostly ready.

Blake was in the middle of pulling his shirt over his head, and I got a quick glimpse of his gorgeous abs before his white dress shirt covered them.

Wait a second, why was he wearing a dress shirt? I hoped we weren't going anywhere fancy, because I would be underdressed... "Can't you just tell me where we're going?" I blurted out without a prelude.

"No, that would ruin the surprise," he said, smirking slightly. He looked me up and down, and seemed to decide something. "Do you have a dress?"

I tried to hide my slightly injured pride as I answered him. "What kind of a dress?"

"A fancy one?" he told me haltingly, raising an eyebrow.

He just didn't understand – when he says a 'fancy' dress, it could be ballroom fancy, it could be moderately fancy, it could be slightly fancier than a tube top, or he could be thinking a completely different fancy. I sighed in frustration. "Here, why don't you come and pick it out, hmm?"

I couldn't believe I was letting Blake pick out my outfit, but he had to be difficult – he was the only one who knew the plans, after all.

I pulled him by his hand to my room, and he sat on my bed as I got out a few of the many dresses I had and held them up by the hanger for him to see. He rejected dress after dress until I held up a light blue satin one that slightly poofed out at the bottom.

"Are you sure this isn't too fancy for whatever we're doing?" I asked him dubiously. The last thing I wanted was to be overdressed and feel like a freak.

"It's not too fancy, I promise. Will you quit worrying? You'll be beautiful no matter what you wear, but I don't want you feeling like you're underdressed. I know you hate that," he said, standing up and coming to stand in front of me, taking the dress and examining it.

So we were worried about opposite things, but it was the same concept. Alright, I could deal with that.

I kicked off my heels and pulled my shirt over my head, stripping down to my white lace bra. I honestly didn't care that he was standing right next to me, most likely staring like a typical guy. The fact of the matter was, I knew he was so much more than a typical guy, so it didn't bother me quite as much. I shucked off my pants and held out my hand for the dress, standing in nothing but my bra and not-so-innocent black thong.