Deadly in Love moments

2nd First Date

(Drew's pov)
-5pm-
Well, I'm on week 3 1/2 since the breakup, and I'm still broken. However, I've got a date with Teresa tonight. We're going for dinner at Cici's Pizza. It's not anything fancy, but we both agreed on it. I keep reminding myself that this isn't a date, but I can't help it. It's exactly like a date, where two people meet up. Plus, Teresa and I made out, so this is definitely a date.

It feels weird, going out with another girl besides Rachel. Yet Rachel's with another guy too. It only fair. But it doesn't feel like it.
I feel like I'm cheating on Rachel, even though I'm really not. I never did, but I guess it's going to change now. I'll be in a new relationship with a new girlfriend, new feelings. The whole idea makes me uncomfortable because I still want Rachel. How can I be in another relationship if I still can't get over Rachel? I know everything about her, and I have no idea how Teresa acts as a girlfriend.
"Hey, you don't wanna be late for your date bro."
Andre bursts into my room, throwing himself on my bed.
"I'm ready."
Chuckling, I grab my car keys and head for the door.
"Hey wait up!"
Andre runs after me and passes me out the front door.
"I'll be back by 10pm."
I tell my parents when I walk downstairs.
"Ok. Stay safe baby."
Mom smiles from the couch, where dad has her in his lap. This may sound weird coming out of an 18 year old boy, but I can see them growing old together. It's not surprising to me because I rarely see them fight. They always look happy, and dad is always looking out for mom.
"Are you hyped?"
Andre smirks when I get in the car.
"Totally."
I make it sound sarcastic even though I'm really excited. I mean, this is a entirely different girl. She's not like Rachel.
"Am I dropping you off at your girlfriend's house?" (I forgot the name of his girlfriend.)
"Yeah man."
Andre gives me a silly grin, rolling down his window.
"I'll pick you up at 9:45pm. Is that cool?"
I pull up to Andre's girlfriend's house, which is a pretty sweet two-story house.
"Yeah. I'll see you. Have fun tonight."
Andre gives me a playful smack on the shoulder before getting out and walking to the door. Then I drive towards Cici's Pizza, which is only a few blocks down the street.
When I park at the restaurant, I place a few emergency mints in my pocket, just in case; then I get out and open the door. Teresa's not here yet but, as I always say, I like to arrive early. While I wait I mess around on my phone for a few minutes, until the door opens.
The girl who walks in is the blonde I recognize all too well. She's the girl that's suddenly stumbled into my life, and I just happened to pick her up.
"Hey. Sorry to keep you waiting."
Teresa walks up to me, her blonde waves straightened out. It gives her a look of delicacy.
"Don't worry about it. You look great by the way."
My eyes take a quick scan over her. She's wearing white vans with a black oversized shirt. The outfit adds on to the delicacy which her hair has already presented. It also makes her look thinner than usual—I'm guessing it's because of the black shirt.
"Thanks. You too."
She smiles, pink lip gloss coated on her lips.
I lead her to the line, and I pay without taking any excuses.
"So what should we start with?"
Approaching the salad bar, I ask when we start going down the buffet line.
"Skip the salad. We came here for pizza."
Teresa grabs my arm and pulls me past the salad bar and to the pizza area. We both get every kind of pizza we please, without hesitation; then we take a spot at a table.
"I'm so hungry. I haven't eaten since lunch."
Teresa takes a bite of her cheese pizza as I do the same to my pineapple pizza.
"I guess we came to the right place."
Covering my mouth, I speak to her. She nods while chewing her food. We eat, talking in between bites, and sneaking glances at the TVs above our heads.
"Omigod. They just put out fresh cinnamon rolls. C'mon."
Teresa exclaims, so we both jump out of our chairs and head to the desert section, where there's a hot tray of cinnamon rolls, fresh from the oven. We each get 2-3 before sitting at our table and stuffing our faces with the warm desert.
"That was so good. We definitely made the right choice."
Teresa throws her head back, revealing her silver earrings.
"Come here."
I stand up and motion her to the back, where there's a small arcade center.
"Maybe I should work here. I can sneak us some lunch."
She grins as we look around. I take notice of the word she used, "us." Does this mean we're a couple? Am I over Rachel yet?
Despite all the mixed emotions going through my system, I chuckle at her witty remark and go over to the photo booth, which honestly shouldn't belong in an arcade.
"Sit beside me."
I press a button on the screen, which starts the camera. And Teresa sits beside me, the timer starts counting down from 10.
"Smile."
I throw my arm around her and smile at the camera. It takes another one, and we do a silly picture. Then I make it romantic and kiss her cheek. Teresa giggles when it's all over.
"Hopefully it turns out good."
I say when we're out of the booth. The machine prints out two of our pictures.
"They're good. It's adorable."
Teresa admires the pictures while smiling. I agree with her, but something about it makes me sad, kind of lovesick. Rachel crosses my mind, and it makes me miss her a lot. Honestly, I don't think I'll ever get over her. But it's not like I have much of a choice.
"Let's go back to the car."
Taking Teresa's hand, I head out the door and into my car.
It's chilly outside, so I turn on the heater. It's quiet, but it's not awkward. I feel a sense of intimacy between me and Teresa. I can feel it coming strong at me.
"We have a few moments before I have to pick up Andre."
I turn to her, silence falling over us. By a few moments, I mean 15 minutes.
"So..."
Teresa gives me that cute smile, the one that knows exactly what's coming next. So I kiss her. Her lips participate with mine, and it feels amazing.
My hands join the conversation with our lips, holding her waist from under her shirt. She climbs on my lap, where the kiss deepens. For a second I'm reluctant about touching her, but I give in. I raise her shirt off her head, with no intention of making love to her. I'm going to wait for that, especially with Rachel on my mind.
It's just not right. I don't care if she wants to fuck other guys. To me, it feels wrong. I just can't do it. My respect for her is too high. My love for her is too extreme.

(A/N: I'm exhausted. Sorry for posting so late. I'm really trying to be on time. Next post is on Monday)

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