Luckily, I didn't get ambushed by anyone else throughout the rest of the school day. But it might have had something to do with my obvious stress.
I was tempted to not even go to the party and stay home, enjoying a comfortable silence that was needed after a day of noise and disturbance.
But a few things were stopping me.
For one, Bobby wanted me there. I didn't want him to face a whole crowd of unpredictable teenagers by himself.
Plus, I had never been to a high school party. Could I pass that up?
Stop thinking like a nerd, Caleb.
Once I got home from school, I was prepared to ask my mother to go, but I came home to an empty house.
"Hello?" I called out into the dead air of the household as I placed my bag under the table, a habit of mine I needed to stop.
I walked into the kitchen, checking for a note from my mother on the refrigerator. Sure enough, there was a neatly-written note in purple ink:
Gone to a nursing conference in San Diego. Won't be back for a few days. Sorry I didn't warn you, it came out of nowhere. Don't panic, there's enough food for you to last. Don't burn my house down.
-Mom
I snatched the note from under the Hawaiian vacation refrigerator magnet and reread it three more times.
Nursing conference?
Few days?
"Don't panic"?
Too late, I thought.
I sat down on a barstool behind me on the island and crumpled up the note.
Then I started over thinking.
Was it a sign? To go to the party? Should I take advantage of the opportunity and have fun to make up for the weirdness of the day I had?
At that moment, I almost heard a voice in my head:
Go to the party. Have fun. Support Bobby.
It was my choice whether or not to listen.
I sighed and fished my phone from my pocket to call Bobby.
It rang twice before I heard his voice on the other end, "Hey."
"Hey, um, so that party. . . still up for it?"
*****
My room was a mess.
I'd tore my room and closet apart for three straight hours to figure out what to wear. I had a huge heap of "No" on my bed and not a single "Yes" item in sight. I had no idea what a newly out boyfriend of a football player was supposed to wear, and what would be considered "too gay" and the ever-rare "not gay enough". I also had to worry about where Bobby was deciding to take me before, since we had hours to spare.
What could satisfy him and majority of the student body?
I practically growled and kicked a stray pair of pants towards my window on the far wall, away from my closet. I had to find an outfit and I also had to worry about the mess.
Caleb, I told myself, Who cares?
No one would care what I was wearing, especially my own boyfriend. Why was I so concerned?
I looked back at the "No" pile, new mindset creating new perspective. I quickly grabbed black skinny jeans, a white t-shirt,my leather vest, and my black yarn infinity scarf (because I'm a total girl).
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