When you were here before
Couldn’t look you in the eye
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“Just let me pay for you.”
“No, no, it’s fine, I’ve got money.”
“Come on, Charlotte, I just got paid yesterday and I really wouldn’t mind paying for you.”
I reluctantly put my small wad of cash back in my pocket and figured, hey, it wouldn’t be too bad if I let Wyatt pay for me. Here’s a word of advice to girls of the 21st century: if a guy is willing to pay for you, let him. Why argue if a guy is more than willing to pay for you?
“Thanks.” I told Wyatt as he ordered two tickets for The Conjuring. I’m not exactly up-to-date with Facebook, since I’ve practically stopped using when its excitement died down, but I’ve seen the news about the new horror movie. People were saying it was the next Exercist so of course I had to see it. Wyatt wanted to see some other movie, more suitable for a so-called ‘date,’ but I’d much rather watch something that scared me than something that made my stomach tingle from feels on the screen.
Wyatt had been texting me for the past few days. He was a nice but weird guy; he knew every single actor known to mankind, and the same when it came to music. He was a whizz and yet he definitely didn’t dress like a nerd; he was wearing a dark band t-shirt with baggy jeans, holes stretched over his knees. I, on the other hand, didn’t go all out on the date. I did straighten my hair, and I did put on makeup, but I wore simple jeans with a simple hoodie over my t-shirt. I was a girl with very simple tastes, who liked to procrastinate a bunch. Anyway, I always got cold when I went to the movies, so I thought it would be smart to come with a hoodie. Plus the night air was starting to get chilly, and I was wanting more and more to just get into the movie theater.
I took my phone out of my pocket and checked the time; the movie started at 6:10 and it was 6:07. Just for your information, I hated being late. I hated being late, with a passion. So right now I was feeling antsy, itching to finally get inside, and Wyatt didn’t seem at all concerned.
He had blonde, wavy hair, and I could see the obvious grease on the back of his head. Yeah, there was no way he was going to be a potential boyfriend. I haven’t dated in a few months after my last break up, and I honestly decided lately that dating in high school was pretty much overrated. I had one year left, and as soon as this year ended, I’d be in college, with college guys. So why stress over a high-schooler?
“Would you like some popcorn?” Wyatt asked as we headed into the theater. This was a small one, so there weren’t that many people.
“No, let’s just go get a seat.” I was instantly making a beeline for the theater and resisted the urge to roll my eyes when Wyatt paused in front of the snack bar.
“I could really go for some nachos…” He mulled aloud.
I checked the time again to see we had a minute before the advertisements would start. I knew they spent 10 minutes showing commercials and movie previews before they even began the film, but I really just wanted to be sitting down right now.
“Never mind,” Wyatt suddenly changed his mind and smiled at me, “let’s go find a seat.”
He slyly tried to reach for my hand but I, very slyly as well, sidestepped and ran my hands casually through my hair. It wasn’t frizzing—which was awesome, since my hair tended to frizz when I straightened it. I took some of my mum’s anti-frizz serum and it appeared to be working at the moment. I made a mental note to buy some for myself next time I went to the store.
