Mr. Bad Boy, Nerd And Me

Chapter 20 - Double Date

Kathryne Blanchard

It was 6 pm, I was currently brushing through my wet hair, blow drying it every stroke. I sat on my desk for exactly 26 minutes and 52 seconds, staring at my face for what seems to be forever. My eyes kept trailing on the very small details of my face, examining it. I was interrupted by a vibration of my phone against the wooden desk. I reached for my phone and saw the caller ID. It was Layla. I pressed and swiped the phone before placing it against my ear.

"What's up?" I greeted her with a cheerful and gleeful laugh.

"I know what you're doing." Her facial expression at this point was with a sinister grin.

"That's creepy to say." I cringed. "How come?" I continued, slipping the phone to my other hand before placing it beside my ear as I got up from the desk and walked a few steps closer to the window.

"Oh, I don't know, someone by the name of Josh Steffens spread the news to his circle of friends saying: "Thank God, Kathryne and I are still ok."" She copied and tried mocking Josh's excited voice.

"That darn prick can't keep his mouth shut." I snapped my finger across my chest for a more dramatic flair.

"Heard that you're on a date with him tonight." If she was by my side while we tackle this conversation, she'd probably be poking me while teasing.

"Yeah." I frowned.

"Why so down?" Her voice of concern was out and I could feel her pout her lips.

"I still haven't picked an outfit yet." We both laughed like psychopaths for the next 30 seconds.

"Hold on, I'll be there in 10. I'll help you choose an outfit." After her sentence, the beep was heard, signaling the phone call ended.

I still got an hour and ¼ to get ready. With the time ticking, I prepared myself like: Washed my face, brushed my teeth, did my make up. I didn't wear too much though, Josh might not even recognize me after tons of heavy make up and mistaken me for a witch. Just some concealer, to cover those nights where I didn't get much sleep, and a dark plum lipie to match my dark soul. Cliché line, I know.

After those things were settled, the door bell rang as I shuffled down the stairs and opened the door only to see Layla totally dressed up. We hugged each other and I invited her in.

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"Nope this is too showy, way too dirty, too chic, too fake, way too smelly.." Layla trailed off, fake fainting onto the carpeted grounds of my room as she dumped out clothes from my cabinet.

"Is there any way you could make it more faster?" I suggested and tried to interrupt her.

"No, you have to be flawless for tonight." As soon as she heard a tsk as a complain from me, she gasped and tried to fan herself, making it look like she's unbreathable.

"What?" I concernly ask, thinking something was wrong.

"I just found the perfect clothes." She reached in the cabinet and took out a white pencil skirt with lace dealings down the ends of the skirt along with some grey top. She squeaked and giggled while handing me the pieces of clothing. "Try it on!" Her voice raised in excitement.

This outfit was cool but it's night, why would I wear a skirt. I learned my lesson when Josh took me to the retro restaurant. I got out of the bathroom, where I changed, and I saw Layla sitting on the bed with her phone on her hands, typing words and pressing send as I got out.