That Sexy Soccer Player

Chapter 4

Evan's P.O.V.

The number is right there.

On my phone.

Ready to be dialed.

My hands feel shaky and my heart was racing. I didn't think I could do this.

'C'mon, Evan! Do it! Just ask him out to the party!' I think to myself.

Taking a deep breath, I dialed the number. It was ringing.

One ring.

Two rings.

Three rings.

Nothing. Maybe I should give-.

"Hello?" I hear.

My breath hitched. That was his voice. His beautiful voice that I want to hear everyday.

"Uhh, hey! It's, it's Evan."

"Evan?"

"Yeah, Evan. You know, Tyler's friend, captain of the hockey team?"

"Uhh..."

I groaned, "The flustered boy in the cafeteria."

"Oh! Evan! What's up?"

"Uhh, nothing much, just uhh, thinking."

'god this is embarrassing!'

"Is there a reason why you're calling?" He asks.

"Yeah! So, you know about the party this Saturday?"

"The one at Marcel's?"

"Yeah. Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go... with, me?" I asked.

"Are you asking me to be your date for the party?"

I think my heart just stopped beating.

"Yeah, yeah I am."

"Uhh..."

It was kind of silent. Maybe this was a bad idea.

"You don't have to. It was just, I don't know, a thought," I finally say.

"No. I was trying to figure something out. But yeah! I'd love to be your date for the party."

I think my heart started to beat again.

"Okay. Cool, cool! Yeah. Okay. I'll pick you up at eight then?"

"Yeah, I'll see you then."

"Yeah, see you then."

With that, we both hung up.

I did it.

I asked Jonathan out. Finally! Words cannot explain how happy I am at the moment. I asked the sexy soccer player out. On a date!

Now what matters the most is...

What to wear?!