I Can Ride

A Kiss

When I got home I went straight up to my room and flung myself on my bed. Closing my eyes and placing my hands over my face I began to ponder why I decided to give Danny another chance. Ever since the last date, he has given no indication that he even likes me. Yes, there was the scene outside of the bathroom, but when I confronted him about it he completely flipped shit and denied any type of romantically related feelings for me. He's been a total ass to me, not to mention lied and had the audacity to ask me out and flirt with another girl right in front of me on our FIRST DATE! Did I even want to give him a second chance? He definitely doesn't deserve one and I know that if the girls and Pete find out I've gone out with him again after the way he treated me that they're going to kill me. I'm just glad Simba didn't castrate Danny when she saw the pics of him with another girl on the night we were going to go out again as well as the day he practically yelled at me in the library. She's a fiesty one, I'll tell you that. 

Maybe I was really listening to the saying "Everyone deserves a second chance." I mean, I can't really be mad at Danny for making out with another girl at a party on the night we were supposed to go out again because he isn't mine; we aren't a couple. And I guess I understand why he was pissed that I wanted to know what was going on with him the night my dad and I ate dinner over at his house. It was his business and I was sticking my nose where it didn't belong. In time he would tell me. If he wanted to, of course. 

I pulled my cell phone from my back pocket after hearing the "Open me, open me, open me" text message alert I had set. Typing my pin number I clicked on the little envelope icon at the bottom of my phone, seeing it was a message from Danny. "Can't wait to see you tonight. I'll make sure and be there at 7:00, no earlier, no later. ;)" I smiled at the last part and tapped the box to start a response. "I'll believe it when I see it. ;)" I hit send and then looked at the clock sitting on my nightstand, the numbers reading 5:45. I quickly jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom, stripping my clothes and turning on the shower.

Wrapping the towel around my body, I walked back into my bedroom and over to my closet. I picked out a navy blue, flowy, spaghetti strapped dress and my black lace flats. Slipping on my bra and panties I walked back into the bathroom and blow dried my hair, letting my natural raven waves fall down my back. I applied my regular minimal make-up; foundation, concealer and mascara, before slipping on my dress and shoes. I looked at myself in the full length mirror beside my closet, finding that I actually wanted to look good for this date.

The doorbell range and I looked at myself in the mirror once more before checking my cell phone. "7:00 on the dot," I mumbled to myself before slipping it in the small, almost not noticeable, pocket in my dress, and walked out of my room, down the stairs, and opened the door. Danny stood there in a pair of dark, low hung jeans and a dark blue button up shirt. His hair was disheveled and he looked completely edible. "You're on time." I smiled up at him. "And do I get a reward for that?" he smirked. I laughed slightly and smirked back. "We'll see," I said before I walked towards his car, letting him follow behind me.

 The ride to the restaurant was silent. Not the awkward silence I had expected it to be, but the kind of comfortable silence that you have when you're comfortable with a person that you don't have to have a conversation with them. I guess I was warming up to Danny, maybe, I'm not too sure. All I know is that I'm not going to judge him as the bad boy his reputation oh-so-desperately asks people to. Nor will I put him on a pedestal, expecting him to be gentlemanly while on this date. I will simply go with the flow and see how things turn out. Not to say I WON'T put him in his place is he makes a sexist comment, degrades me in any way, or just so happens to flirt with the waitress, like he did with the ticket booth girl because I most certainly will. I just hope it doesn't come to that.