A Touchdown for the Girl

Chapter 7

This chapter is dedicated galaxyjackie8 because she's left comments and voted and is simply beautiful and grateful. She also read almost right after I updated.... So she's awesome, and I hope she loves this chapter as well.

Oh, and Brooke is now Avery. I changed her name. Sorry to confuse you. The truth is, my name is Brooke and I just used my name until I could find a suitable character name. So yeah.... Sorry?
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Sara victoriously pumps her fist and squeals a fangirl squeal. I giggle, a blush still present on my features even though it's been 4 hours. I stare at her over the purple pillow I'm clutching underneath me on my bed. Sara dances around my room, staying for the most part right in front of me.

"Why did it take you soooo long to tell me, Blondie?" Sara asks with a dramatic sigh and an exasperated facial expression, her dancing around still not stopping.

"Because I knew you'd act like this?" I reply with a giggle. "All fangirl-y."

"So, when is the date? Wait, actually, backtrack... how did he ask you? What did you guys do after I sent him to you?"

Well, damn. I was kind of hoping I wouldn't have to tell her how I completely disregarded the flirting playbook. "Uh-hm," I stutter out nervously, picking at the corner of my pillow case.

"Blondie?" She asks with a glare of confusion, coming to halt right in front of me and placing her hands on her hips. "What did you do?"

"IkindofsortofmaybeaccidentallygrewapairandtoldhimIlikedhimrightasheaskedmeout?"

She looks taken back, but because she has known me forever, she also knows exactly what I said. "Wait just one second. Did Miss I-cant-do-this-I-have-no-experience just say that, rather than follow the guidelines that she asked for, she just went and did the most courageous thing she will likely ever do when it comes to the opposite gender?"

I sheepishly nod, ignoring her penetrating blue eyes and the way she flicks her hair out of her eyes with an annoyed expression, and instead, draw patterns on my comforter.

She lets out a growl of frustration and stomps her foot. "I can't tell if I should be mad, proud, or ashamed right now."

I scrunch my nose up at her. "If I give you some chocolate, will you choose just to be proud?"

"What type of chocolate, Avery?"

"Your favorite. A king size Kit-Kat."

Sara sucks her lip into her mouth before mumbling an agreement and childishly sticking her hand out for the gift. I toss the candy to her, and it arcs perfectly in the air into her hand. After opening it and taking a bite, Sara plops down on the bed next to me.

"Ok, dear, when and where is this date of yours? I need to know so I can figure out what to do with ya." I half-heartedly start to protest, but she cuts me off. "No. It is your first date, and you shall look like a princess, got it?"

I roll my eyes and nod. She stares at me expectantly as she takes a bite of the wafer encased in chocolate, and I momentarily forget what it was that she asked me because I swear the chocolate is seducing me. I clear my thoughts from getting myself some chocolate and collect my thoughts. "Oh, um, he didn't specify where, but it is supposed to be this Saturday at six o'clock. "

Sara groans loudly before smacking me in the arm. "But I need to know where you're going, so I know what type of outfit to put you in. Why would you not ask?"

"Don't blame me," I say, with my hands up in surrender. "If you so badly want to know, ask him yourself."

"Ugh, but then I have to wait til tomorrow, " she groans.