The Quarterback Tackled My Heart (bxb)

Chapter Five

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SETH'S POV -

Today is my date with Asher and I'm super nervous. What if I trip coming down the stairs to meet him? What if he hates what I'm wearing? What if he thinks I'm ugly? Or what if the date goes totally wrong?

God, I can keep on going with all the questions I have and still have no answers. Paris is coming over to help me get ready. Asher texted me saying he was was gonna pick me up at 6:30 pm.

I have been on a date before but not with someone as hot as Asher. Who sends tingles all over my body and causes butterflies to erupt in my belly. My phone ringed on my nightstand I reached over from where I'm sitting on the bed. Grabbing it I see that it's Paris.

"Hello?" I say.

"Get your blue ass down here and open the door" she squealed happily. I ran down the steps and once I opened the door. I was embraced in a life squeezing hug.

"Uh I missed you so much" she sighed happily squeezing around my waist.

"It's literally been one day you can't miss me that much" I laughed pulling away from her.

She pouted at me then stuck out her tongue childishly. She took my hand and dragged me up the steps to the bathroom.

"Take a shower and wash your hair with extra conditioner so it's soft and smooth. And use that body wash that smells like roses" she winked at me and left out the bathroom door.

I washed up and did what she said. She came back in after I told her she could. I had a towel tightly wrapped around my waist and my bare chest opened for her to see. And I know you're probably thinking well what about your scars isn't she gonna see them.

Actually, I already told her, well... I didn't really tell her she knew already when she first looked at me. She used to be a cuter too until she went to therapy for help and moved here.

She took the blow dryer out and a brush and begin drying my hair. My hair was dry, soft, and perfectly brushed so it looked like there was no knot whatsoever. We walked into my bedroom and there was an outfit already laid out on my bed.

There was a pair of white skinny jeans that were to tight around the butt, blue long sleeved shirt that matched my hair, white vans. I got ready and when I was in the middle of putting my shirt on the doorbell ringed.

Paris and I squealed in surprise. Then we got our act back together and I rushed to put my shirt on while she went to go answer the door.

Once I did a check in the mirror I bounded down the stairs. I stop on the last step and my breath got caught in my throat. Asher in all his glory stood there looking mighty handsome. He wore a black v- neck that hugged his muscles perfectly, jeans, and black low top converse.

He had his hand behind his back and the other holding a hand out for me. I blushed and took his hand walking the little distance between us. When I was right in front of him he brought the hand that was behind his back to his side. And held up a white rose, I took it from him smiling and blushing.

"You look beautiful and I got you a white rose because your so pure and innocent like an angel," he said smiling and bent down to kiss my cheek.

I was way shorter than him my face leveled at his chest.

"Thank you," I said breathlessly.

He leads me to his red truck that looked a little rustic. He opened the door for me and helped me in because I was having trouble because of my height.

We talked in the car casually and laughed sometimes both us smiling the whole time. I honestly thought that it was gonna be awkward and weird but it was going great so far. We pulled up to a cute small diner that looked old. It only had a couple of people inside not many.