Anna (Go With Him)

Chapter 3 "Paul's girl"

Anna's P.O.V.

"Little Anna" I heard a whisper. I refused to open my eyes; I was still in my bed all covered with the duvets.

"It's early, we have no school today, go back to sleep" I groaned.

"Aww, hell no, do you really think I can go back to sleep? Today? The day of our date? I can't wait!" she started jumping on my bed again (which I hated)

"Well, I will" I sang. I fell asleep again for at least thirty minutes until she woke me up again.

"Anna please, wake up, I need your help" There was no way she would stop, so I gave in.

"What?" I yawned.

"What should I wear today? My blue velvet skirt or my pink dress?" It was too early for her to be worried about her outfit; it was nine o'clock.

"You know you look beautiful on both; however, that pink dress is too revealing for a first date"

"Are you serious?"

"You know how honest I am"

"True. I'll wear the dress then" she said excitedly.

"Thanks for listening to your friend" I laughed sarcastically.

"Anyway, what are you wearing today?"

"I'll go with my Anna clothes" I shrugged. Her jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

"Anna Zimmerman, please tell me you'll wear normal clothes" now she was more worried about what I will be wearing.

"Are my clothes any different from all other girls'? I asked when I already knew the answer. I just liked to make clear that I didn't like to get that much attention... from guys, because people stare at me anywhere I go anyway, but not in the good way.

"Duh, you do it on purpose. Is it a way to tell the world you're broken hearted?" It was kind of true. Although she meant that as a joke.

"Come on silly. Don't worry about me. John doesn't like me anyway" I playfully hit her arm.

"Why don't you wear your old clothes please? Just for me yes yes?" she begged.

"Ahaa, you think my appearance will give a bad first impression, and you think I will embarrass you" I did a fake crying scene. I sucked at faking it.

"Aww, you're not crying" she laughed.

"Annnnd, not wearing any old clothes other than my everyday ones either " I laughed too.

"Uuugh" Finally. She knew I wasn't going to change my mind.

It was 5:30 pm already, and Abby went from excited to nervous in less than half an hour; she kept checking her clothes over and over again every five minutes. She asked me if she looked pretty about fifteen times. I stayed patient; she hasn't dated anyone in a long time.

"Let's get going, we have a long walk to do" I said grabbing my keys.

"Are we going to walk?! I'm going to be all sweaty when I get there! Let's take the bus" she protested.

"No way, I'm not riding the bus with you dressed like that" I shook my head in disapproval.

"If I dare to go on a date with you dressed as a funeral widow, then you can ride the bus with me" She raised an eyebrow. Damn I love her.

"Okay" I laughed. "But we're going to be there earlier" I warned.

"I don't mind"

She doesn't mind anything! Sometimes I wished I was her; I wished I didn't mind that Julian left. My life would be different. A different story.