But... She's a girl. (A Peyton Meyer Love Story)

How Could I Be So Stupid?

(A/N: SWEAR WARNING— From now on, there will be probably curse words... Just in case I forget the warning on any other chapters. Anywayyyy, Enjoy) 

*Alexandria's POV*

I was getting ready for my date with Eli. He still hadn't told me where we were going but he did say that I should look nice. Even though nice to me means a clean pair of sneakers and a nice shorts, I went out to a little boutique near my house and picked out a little blue dress. He told me that was his favorite color when we were talking. I put it on and looked into the mirror, smiling slightly.

I then walked over to my desk and sat at it, putting on a little bit of make up and curling my hair. I didn't do anything too crazy because I wasn't really a fan of makeup but I wanted to look good.

It's a little embarrassing but this is one of my first real dates. Well, sort of. I've had, like, little dates before but it was really just like hanging out and going to get pizza or something. Don't get me wrong, I loved those kind of dates but I didn't know what to expect for one where I had to dress up. The more I thought about it the more nervous I got, especially because the actual date was a surprise.

I also couldn't stop thinking about what Peyton said to me yesterday. I even had a dream that Eli came to my house and flat out told me those were his intentions and he never actually liked me. And guess what I did in the dream? I threw my dinner at him (that appeared out of no where) and stole his car keys and drove away. Dream Alex is so badass. Of course, it wasn't especially realistic because I drove off into the sunset.

But I feel like the ending was a sign. Since it wasn't realistic, the whole thing isn't. I mean, yeah, it could happen but I feel like I know Eli now. He's not as bad once you get to know him and he's actually really sweet. He wouldn't do anything like that. Would He?

No. Stop Alex. You're about to go on a date with this guy. Don't psych yourself out.

I unplugged my curling iron and set it aside, putting my makeup away. I grabbed a little purse and put in everything I thought I'd need. I went to my closet and looked through. I pulled out a black pair of heels and a blue pair. I couldn't choose. So, I pulled out my phone. I took a mirror selfie of myself then a picture of the two pairs of shoes. I sent it into my group chat with my friends, asking them which to wear.

Dani: Oooh, hot mama

Skylar: You go!

Tori: Go with the blue ones. You little devil, you. ;)

Skylar: Yeah, go with blue.

Dani: ^^

Me: Haha, thanks guys.

Me: I'm so nervous about tonight.

I sent before putting on the blue heels. My phone buzzed again

Skylar: Has he told you where he's taking you?

Me: No, and I'm freaking out about it.

Dani: It's probably just a dinner.

Me: Yeah, most likely but like, probably at some really nice place and I've only ever been to a fancy restaurant with family.

Tori: You'll be fine, A. Try not to worry about it so much.

Dani: Go watch some TV or something so you're not just waiting and thinking about it.

Me: True. I'm gonna go down and do that. I'll keep you guys posted about tonight.

Skylar: You better, haha.