Chapter Twenty Two
"So, when's your date with Will?" Harley asked as soon as she reached me taking books out of my locker.
She's asking me a question that she already knows the answer to. But I answered her anyway. "After school."
She smirked, "Do you know what you guys are gonna do?"
I shook my head.
"Isn't it weird that you're trusting a complete stranger to take you out on a date?"
"Why the hell are you asking me?! Considering that you were the one who wanted to be cupid." I playfully rolled my eyes at her.
She shrugged, "I'm just trying to make you nervous, it's part of actually going on a date. You get nervous."
I stared at her as if she has two heads. "I'm Louise Silver. I don't get nervous."
This time she was the one who rolled her eyes. "Oh please, remember that one time in championships? You were so scared of diving off beca—"
"Okay okay, let's not get into those details. I get it." She smirked. "But there's just something about Will that makes me feel calm, even if I haven't met him in person."
"You mean, aside from the fact that he's super hot?"
I smirked. "Yes, Harley. Aside from the fact that he's hot."
"Well, what are you —"
She never got the chance to finish her sentence because my phone beeped.
British Will
> Good morning, love. Don't forget about our date ;)
I rolled my eyes. How can I forget about the date anyway? I'm trying my best to contain my excitement since I woke up.
I don't want to look eager.
I can be eager on the inside. But I should probably never let it out. Because an excited Louise is like a coffee induced - sleep deprived - food deprived - Louise.
It's bad, horrible even.
Me:
> Oh wait. Was I supposed to go on a date with you today? I have swim practice. Whoops. ✌
I can hear Harley saying something. I was about to listen but my phone beeped.
Fast replies. I like it.
British Will
> HAHA. Nice try love, I know the season is over because my cousin is a swimmer.
British Will
> I know how excited you are to see me love, but I know you are a patient lady. ;)
Should I deny the fact that I'm excited to see him? Or not? Oh gosh.
Me:
> I'm not THAT excited to see you, Will. You should probably stop being so cocky.
British Will
> Well, if we are talking about cocks..
Holy balls. He did not just say that. Ugh that perverted little — my phone beeped.
British Will
> I mean cocks as in the male chicken you perv. I'll see you later, love. Stop texting before you trip on the way to class.
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