Boxer (Larry)

7

"What time are you busy Tuesday?" Harry asks me. We're sitting in his car outside of my house.

"Well, I have classes from seven to one." I sigh. "But I'm free after that."

Speaking of, I should get sleep because of my classes in the morning. It's nearing ten. But I don't want to sleep. I'd much rather sit here and talk to Harry.

"Okay. What would you like to do?" He wonders. I think.

We got into a small playful argument about me paying for dinner tonight and the date on Tuesday, since he's paid for our last two. After a long debate, I won.

"Well, what time are you free?" I ask.

"Any time." He responds. "Well, any time before eight. I have a match that starts at eight."

I nod.

"Do you like the zoo by any chance?" I ask. He grins.

"I love the zoo." He nods. I smile.

"Then, can we go to the zoo?" I beam.

He nods. "Of course we can."

"Yay!" I cheer.

"What time should I pick you up?" He questions.

"My classes end at one, so, maybe two?" I suggest. He nods.

"Sounds perfect."

That only gives me about thirty minutes to get ready, as I live thirty minutes away from the college.

"Oh, and would you mind if I went to your match?" I ask. He smiles at me, his emerald eyes bright.

"Of course I won't mind. I'll even reserve you and Zayn good seats, if you want." He offers.

"Are you sure?" I ask. He nods.

"Okay. Thank you." I reply. "You're the best."

After a few more minutes, I go inside and call Zayn. He answers almost immediately.

"Hello?" He asks.

"You're about to love me." I chuckle.

"I already do. What happened?"

I explain the whole conversation Harry and I had in the car, and Zayn is just ecstatic about the news. He loves boxing; he always has. He probably thanks me thirty times before asking me about the date. And ten more before we hang up.

I take a shower and pick my outfit for the following day. Then, I turn the light off and lay down.

I drag myself out of bed the next morning and go into the bathroom to start getting ready. After doing some light makeup that consists only of concealer, mascara, and lipstick, I do my hair and finish all the small things I need to get done.

Then I walk into my room and look at the outfit I've set aside. I still like it, so I remove my pajamas and put on the dark blue jeans and plain white t shirt. Before I leave, I grab a chocolate chip muffin and put on some black vans.

I arrive in the usual thirty minutes and eat my muffin in the car, with All Time Low playing softly in the background. I'm a little unmotivated to go to class, but I'm already here.

Might as well make the most of it.