It Started with Skinny Jeans

(Ch 6)It Started With a Sweet Gesture

The aftermath of what happened last night hung heavily on my shoulders. Not because I regretted what happened, let me assure you. It was just I had trouble believing it had all happened to begin with.

Okay, yes. I knew it had – technically. What I was having trouble believing was that I’d actually done all those things with Scott. As I said before I don't regret it, in fact I feel like a new person for it. I felt more confident, more relaxed actually. I felt like I was walking taller. I was never one who lacked confidence in me as a person really, only when it came to boys. For some reason though, after everything that happened last night I felt good about myself and my ability to make the opposite sex sweat – in a good way too.

Not only was I still wrapping my mind around this new me, but also I was still having difficulty comprehending what happened between Scott and me. Things were so heated between us and yet… so romantic. I swear I don't think I have ever felt something as invigorating as making out with Scott. Sad, I know, but considering my sheltered life – the one Scott so graciously pointed out to me – I wasn't really the type of girl to have invigorating experiences very often.

I know things should seem so much simpler now that we'd finally admitted we were attracted to each other, but serious I think kissing only made things worse. Yes, he’d made out with me and things might have gone a bit further – and I say only a bit because I would have stopped it before things got to out of hand – if it hadn't been for Randal and Jackie – and yes, he kissed me goodnight again later. But with Scott being such a complicated guy I wasn't sure where that left us.

I swear; I'm beginning to think he was right. Switching on my brain was really not a good idea. I really do tend to overanalyse things that I probably shouldn't worry about, but this whole thing with him was something that definitely required full brain function.

After I'd gone back to my room and explained to Riana where I'd been, just to reassure her, she'd questioned me about what happened between us. I myself at the time didn't know. Everything just seemed to blur into one when I really thought about it and I feigned tiredness just so she would leave me alone to my thoughts.

It had taken me awhile to fall asleep, but once I did, my dreams were filled with Scott Grayson's face. I'd woken up content and floaty, but then as if on cue, my brain woke up fully and all systems go, I was filled with my usual doubts.

Riana cornered me after I'd taken my shower and I had no choice but to give in. for one, we had no classes and I couldn't use that as an excuse and secondly, I missed talking to my best friend and even though I hated to admit it her advice usually helped, especially the ones I hoped wouldn't.

After I spilled my guts to her, reliving each and every wonderful moment I'd shared with Scott – even our little make out session – Riana obvious had a lost to say. She'd squealed, got all excited that I'd found a guy I liked. I wasn't so sure how much I liked him, but there were definitely some feeling for Scott there.

I could see the wheels in motion as she was probably already considering option of places we could double date. I loved my friend, but sometimes she really ran further than she could see.

But after all the initial excitement and gushing, she'd actually gave me sound advice I could use after I revealed my misgiving about dating Scott – if that's what it leads to in the end.

She'd told me to go and talk to Scott, to outright ask him about what this thing was between us. I know I said I was a more confident me, but I think we're just pushing it now. She must have seen the hesitation on my face because next she told me to buck up and do it because it would eat away at me if I didn't.

She was right. I had a tendency to obsess over things that bothered me until I solved it. And I had every intention of solving it, I just needed some time to think and consider if this was really something I wanted before somebody got hurt.