Last To Know

3

"What do you think?" Sadie turned me around to look in the mirror. She'd done my eyes in a smoky gray color and my lips were a bright red. The red was far more daring than I was used to, but with my blonde hair and the navy dress it worked.

"It's perfect, thank you," I hugged her.

I'd spent the last few hours picking her brain on all things boys and makeup. I think Sadie had been pleased. At one point she'd even said I was, 'a real girl now,' which had made me laugh.

"You look great and you'll be fine," she assured me. "I'm going to head out."

"You're not going to stay and meet him?" I asked.

"No," she smiled, "Josh and I are going to the movies. He's at my house waiting on me."

"Oh, right. Of course," I mumbled. "Thanks for coming over and I'm sorry about earlier."

"You don't need to apologize," she assured me, grabbing her purse. "You were right, I did ditch you, and I guess I got mad because you made me realize what a shitty friend I am. I mean, I did try to look for you, but not very well. I suck. Why do you even like me?"

"Because you're my best friend," I laughed, sitting on the end of my bed, lacing my converse.

"I think you have bad taste in friends," she started towards the door.

"You would know," I laughed. Once I had my shoes tied I walked her to the front door, thanking her again.

"Don't forget to call me to tell me all about your date," She waggled her eyebrows.

"Ew! Sadie! Nothing like that is going to happen!"

"Whatever," she laughed, "but seriously, you better call me." She narrowed her eyes.

"I will," I assured her. "Now hurry before you miss your movie!"

"Later, bitch!"

"Takes one to know one!" I shot back, laughing.

When I turned around from closing the door my mom stood behind me, suppressing a laugh. "I can see you two made up."

"We did," I smiled.

"I'm glad. I don't like to see you two fight, even if it's justified. So, what time is Maddox getting here?" She asked, perching on the arm of the couch.

"Six-thirty."

My heart started to race and not because it was almost time for him to arrive.

"Mom," my voice shook, "what if he doesn't show up?"

"Oh, Emma, don't be silly." She dismissed my concern.

"Sorry," I frowned, wringing my hands together. "I'm nervous."

"It'll be fine, Emmie. As long as he comes to the door and introduces himself to me," she warned. "If he stays in his car you're not going. Introducing himself is a sign of respect and if he can't do that then he's not good enough for you," she rambled.

"Okay, mom," I laughed.

I jumped when my phone chimed with a text message. My heart stopped when I saw Maddox's name flash on the screen. I was sure he was telling me he couldn't come now. I forced myself to read the text and breathed a sigh of relief when it simply said he was on his way.

I hadn't planned on meeting Maddox, or going on a date, but one night with him and I'd already turned into a giddy schoolgirl. Pretty soon I'd be sitting in my yard picking petals off of flowers chanting, "He loves me. He loves me not."