Owen just so happens to be the star of the school's baseball team, which means I know exactly where he'll be on a Monday evening - walking home from practice. So I decide to go to the library after school to catch up on studying since I can't let my grades slip and have my dad be mad at me too.
After a few hours I look down at my watch, five-thirty. Perfect. I pack my books into my backpack and hurry out. There's a few different routes I could walk home, I choose the one that takes me past the baseball field, where Owen will undoubtedly be. I hang back for a few minutes, waiting, until I finally see him appear. I start walking in his direction as he departs from his friends to walk home, I walk briskly to catch up to him.
When I do, he hears my footsteps and turns, a boyish grin spreading across his face. "A pretty girl like you shouldn't be walking home alone, Kimmi." He says radiating confidence like a fire radiates heat.
"Are you gonna fix that for me?" I shoot back. He almost seems surprised that I haven't told him to get lost.
"I'd be more than happy to." His eyes focus back to the path we are now sharing. "So where are you heading?"
"St. Cedd's Cresent." I reply, keeping my voice neutral and trying to be as casual as I can. "What about you?"
"Kirkwood Street, just a little on from you."
"So how was practice?" I ask.
"A little off, I'll be honest."
"Why do you think that is?"
"My head is all over the place, I can't seem to keep focus." His eyebrows burrow as if something is troubling him.
"I know how you feel." I roll my eyes.
"Yeah, I heard about your brother and friends, that's gotta suck."
"Is that sympathy coming from your mouth? I'm shocked!"
"Woah, don't get ahead of yourself there, Kim. You probably brought it on yourself anyway." He chuckles, subtly back pedaling.
"Yeah, either I'm missing something, or everything is being blown out of proportion."
"Well whatever it is, don't be a stranger." He takes his phone from his pocket and pulls up a new contact screen. "If you ever wanna chat..." He hands me his phone. I can't believe it, how is my plan going this well? I know we aren't dating or anything yet but I've actually managed to make him want my number. I type in my name and digits then watch as he takes his phone back and texts me. Owen :) the message reads.
* * *
Climbing into bed I make the decision to take my plan to the next step - ask Owen out. I say that, what I really mean is send him a text, a harmless friendly one. But in my head this seems like a huge deal. I'm not entirely sure what to say, I know it needs to sound relaxed and not like I'm weaving him into a premeditated plan to get my life back on track.
"Thanks for walking me home, we should make a habit of it x" I hit send, slide my phone under my pillow and fall asleep.
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