Saving Megan

Chapter 3

~Edited~

The moment I got home, after I'd happily danced around the kitchen island and into the living room, I realized I wasn't alone. Jessie giggled as her and Kevin looked up at me acting ridiculous. My face immediately heated up with pure embarrassment.

"Sorry, I thought I was alone." I announced as awkwardly as possible.

"We can see that." Kevin blinked with a cheshire cat grin plastered on his black, scruffy face. His arm rested over his wife's shoulders as they sat on the couch in front of the tv that was playing Family Fued. "What are you so happy about?"

"I have a date with a guy who's not really a date but to me it is, so I don't care I'm calling it a date." I explained before plopping down into one of the matching chairs.

"We picked a good one, Kev." Jessie smiled at her partner for life and those words made me want to well up. "Where are you going on this 'not date'?"

"King Putt. He's picking me up at 5:30. Oh my god, I need to change." I'm sure the happy couple hadn't heard my final words because I was already half way up the stairs as I raced to find an acceptable yet casual outfit.

My feet came to a halt at my closet. What am I doing, I questioned myself. Was I seriously about to get ready for my first date? I'd never even kissed a boy, that I actually wanted to kiss, and did he even want to kiss me? I felt like one of those oblivious girls on those shows where they change their whole lives just to get that one guy who doesn't really want them. Am I doing that? And, what if I'm not. What if Nick does like me? Could I trust him with my past, no. No, I couldn't trust anyone.

Beep.

I shake my head of idiotic scenarios and grab my phone from the back pocket of my black skinnies. I think if I had a gun in my hand in that moment I would've wanted to use it. How stupid was I to forget who I was going mini golfing with in the first place. She's never going to want to speak to me again.

Hey, we're gonna all need to be there by 6. See you there guys! -Sass

A groan left my mouth as I lightly tossed my phone onto my bed before I plopped onto it. Why does the boy I like make my best friend so angry?! I let out a scream but it had been completely muffled by my many pillows.

Beep.

Can't wait for tonight. -Nick

My heart melted, or maybe it had been on fire, as I stared at his words on the screen. With another groan I put down my phone and dropped my head into my mess of a bed. I only stayed there for a few more seconds before I felt like I need to keep moving. Whether it was my fingers tapping or even my toes curling, I always had to be moving. I decided that I'd just pretend like everything was okay, that it was a normal Friday night and I would spend the evening with my friends and guy that I liked.

As I scavenged through my clothes I had this voice in the back of my head that just kept saying 'You wanna wear that?' is the most disgusted tone I'd ever thought of. Must've been my father's. . . I mentally shut every thought in my head out and took another to over all of the clothes I owned, again. By 4 I finally picked out a nice, flowy, grey tank top. The front had a sequined heart on it and the back was completely made of lace so you could see the back of the black bra I had put on this morning. I'd pair it with the black skinnies I had already been wearing and I kept a thin, black zip-up with me incase it got a little windy as the sun fell, which it usually did.

"Hey, how's it going in here?" Jessie asked as she stepped into my bedroom at the top of the stairs. Technically it happened to be the attic but I absolutely loved it. The open space and the high, wooden ceiling.