The End

Chapter 6

"So I'll meet you there for originality purposes, right?" Ross asks.

"Yeah," I say.

He gives me a smile and gently kisses the top of my hand.

I smile back.

"I'll catch up with you later, okay?" He asks.

I nod.

We then go our separate ways to our different classes. I continue on to math as I get a few stares from people along the way. I brush them off. I've done a lot of thinking about this whole date thing with Ross and I continually end up going in circles with the whole idea and I don't know what to do about it.

Not that there's anything to do about it. I said yes, and I don't want to back out on that commitment. But, what will we talk about? Football? Hopefully not. School? Hopefully not. We barely know each other and that makes it hard to have a good conversation. Too much awkward?

Hopefully not.

~•~after school~•~

"God, why do I have to overthink everything?" I ask myself as I stand in front of my body-length mirror in the eighth outfit I've tried on for tonight.

I told myself I wasn't going to worry about my outfit but I'm totally self conscious all of the sudden about what I wear. I turn around and look at myself from behind, and I'm not satisfied. I rip off the outfit and sit on my bed in my underwear, trying to think of something, anything, to wear.

I'm not going to care. I put on the first outfit I had on, a gray (somewhat tight) t shirt, black skinny jeans, and black combat boots. It's close to me having to leave to meet Ross, but the problem is I don't know how I'm going to get there. No one else in this house cares about me or where I go, so I'll just walk.

I don't even bother acknowledging the fact that I'm leaving, so I just walk out the door and start walking.

~•~•~•~•

I finally get to The Field and I forgot one crucial thing.

Where am I supposed to meet Ross?

We didn't really discuss that when we set this whole thing up, so it looks like I'm going to be walking around aimlessly until we hopefully run into each other. But with my luck we won't find each other and going back to school will be even more awkward than I can ever imagine.

"Shane!" I hear from behind me.

Ross has his hand in the air as he is walking towards me.

"Hey, you look great." He says as he reaches me.

"This is what I was wearing at school today." I say with a small, awkward, smile.

"Oh, haha I guess I didn't notice. Sorry." He says.

"Are you," I begin, but pause for some unknown reason, "nervous?" I ask in mild shock at his body language. He is slightly out of breath, which is odd due to how much he probably works out, and his shirt is in slight disarray. The button up he's wearing is half tucked in and half out and his hair is also a little messy. Not that I care, though. I mean, who am I to judge?

"Yeah, a little. Sorry." He says as he tucks in the rest of his shirt and presses down his hair.

"You don't need to be nervous." I say, picking up a vibe that this might not be the best time for this date to happen.

"I don't know why I am, I was just caught up at-"

And if this couldn't get any worse, I get a phone call.