She bid more than money

Chapter 8

Days have passed by since Nick went to my room and kissed me. Now I am going on a friendly date with Jerry.

I sit down on the old wooden bench at the park. I pat my red puffy dress down and check my face on my cell phone screen. I am feeling nervous and scared. I barely met this guy and I am already alone with him.

Nick doesn't know about this and I feel like I am betraying him. After that kiss, he has been a bit nicer to me. But I still feel confused, he hasn't made it official that he is either going out or not going out with Sally. I tried to gain information from Jimmy, but I didn't want him to suspect anything.

"Yo, is someone in there?" Jerry fake knocks my head. I turn and jump, "Hi-hi, hey."

"Are you alright?" he sits next to me.

"Yeah, just thinking," I answer.

I see his eyes look at me from head to toe. He smiles wide, "You look super cute today."

I feel warm in my cheeks, "Thanks."

"I like the dress, it is cute but casual," he touches the edge of the bottom part of the dress. With that motion, his finger lightly so lightly touches my leg.

"So, how about we start walking to our picnic spot?" he asks.

He takes wrist and we begin to walk. We walk for a minute till I see a yellow blanket on the ground. It has fine silverware and a picnic basket in the middle.

"Hungry?" he asks.

"Yeah,"

We sit on the blanket. I see he put much effort on this date.

"Hope you like salami and ham sandwiches, a delicious apple pie, and grape punch," he smiles. "I know you don't normallly eat this st-"

"Whoa, I eat this regularly," i say, "I don't eat fancy things all the time."

"well, since you know you are rich, I thought that maybe-"

"that maybe I wouldn't eat this?"

"you wouldn't like me," he finishes.

I gulp, "I don't know you."

"What do you want to know?" he asks. He begins to put the food on the white plates and pour punch on the wine glasses. I take a bite of the sandwhich and think.

"What's your full name?" I ask.

"Gerardo de Montez," he answers.

"How old are you?"

"20,"

I drink the punch quickly, "Umm, I am seventeen."

"It's okay, you have a good mature character," he says.

"But I can't even be with you, it's illegal,"

he chuckles before biting the sandwhich. "I am not a pedophile, if that's why you are thinking, and I don't just want to have sexual encounters with you. I am more interested in knowing who this Valerie Parker is."

I finish my sandwhich. "So, why did you ask me out?"

"I like you. You are cute and funny," he smiles. "Besides, I try to date girls my age, doesn't work out, and to my defense I thought you were at least 18."

I nod, "Yeah. I think you going to waste your time."

"why do you say that?"

I sigh, "I am not like pretty or interesting. I don't play sports or have a specific talent. I am mostly sick and I am too skinny."