Playing Mom

Chapter 8

Of course I do. Isn't that what everyone thinks when they are asked out by the boy of their dreams? Especially Kyle. Girls would probably do anything to get some of that. I pause and look at him. He chose me out of any other girl in the school.
"Yeah, I would really like that." I say to him
He smiles at me. I smile back. Then the thoughts start racing in. What if this is a prank, what if he is just tricking me just to get a laugh out of it. Then I remember who it is a push those thoughts out of my head.
"I'll pick you up tonight around 7." He says.
I agree and we both get on with our day, like we should. Or at least I think we both did. I can't be sure about Kyle, how can I? I just try to focus on school, on myself, on him.

7 o'clock rolls around eventually. I was kind of dreading it. Yeah sure I should be okay with it and all will be good but I can't stop thinking about something bad that could happen. It scares me. What could come out of this scares me. There's a knock at the door. I flinch even though I know I am totally safe with Kyle.

I open the door for him. He looks as handsome as always. A nice shirt with some nice pants.
"Hey." He says to me

I smile at him and he walks into the door. My mom gives him a hug and we all sit on the couch.

"Where do you think we should go tonight?" He asks
We spit out ideas back and forth. We finally decide to go to the movies. A rom-com because, that's the only thing good out. We say bye to my mom and we head out to his car. My mom decided to take care of Ryan tonight. She needs the practice because she hang raised a child for 16 years.

We don't talk much in the car. We just have small talk. He asks me how my day was and he tells me that I look pretty. After what seems like forever we finally arrive at the theater. He pays for everything (wow I know) and we go into the theater where our movie is playing. Empty theater. (Cliché much?)
There are just a few people sprawled about the seats.  We choose a seat close to the top with just a couple of people around.

When the movie starts we stop talking. It is dead silent.

The movie plays for a while.  He reaches for my hand. That's something that I have wanted for as long as I can remember. But I flinched my hand back. I look up at him, his face turned red and he looked mortified. Things were just happening too quickly.

"I'm sorry. " I whispered to him.

I got up out of my seat. I walked down the side of the theater and went out the door, holding my emotions back. I get close to the door, but I know he will just follow me. I walk toward a bench and sit and wait for him. 20 minutes. 30 minutes. 1 hour passes. I decide that he isn't coming back so I just leave. I made this whole thing awkward. It was my fault. I walk all the way home because we took his car.

I get home and the slam the door behind me. My mom just looks at me as I storm up the steps. I lay in bed until I can't stay awake anymore.

Before I go to sleep I send him one text that says: I'm sorry.