"Where are you going?" Gabrielle asked her younger sister as she leaned on the door frame to the living room.
"I'm just going out with a friend why?" Anastasia had just walked down the stairs when Gabrielle spoke, dressed ready and nervous as all hell.
"You've got make up on. You never wear makeup. Who's your friend? It's a guy isn't it?" Gabrielle smiled showing perfect ivory.
"His name is Jackson." Anastasia said plainly, she knew what was coming and she dreaded it. She was looking forward to finally taking this step but with Gabrielle around she knew happiness would be crushed whenever found.
"I'm surprised with you little sister. I had honestly started to peg you as a girl who fancies the same sex if you know what I mean." Gabrielle giggled throwing a wink at her sister.
"Well he'll be here soon so." Anastasia quickly turned and made a break for the door. "Bye!"
With the door slamming behind her she bounded down the drive way, phone and purse in hand. She'd been excited to see Jackson the whole night before and had been counting down the hours since she woke up. When 6:45 rolled around the butterflies in her stomach were restless and she searched the mirror for any falter in her appearance. She'd applied light makeup and had used the occasion to straighten her hair for the first time. She couldn't help but admire the length and the silkiness of it when it was straight. She'd always had curly hair so it was another change she was willing to welcome.
She had just made it to the bottom of her drive way when a grey 1974 HJ pickup pulled up in front of her. The engine was cut and the driver got out and strolled over. His leather jacket no longer making an appearance and was nicely replaced with a black hoody. He had grey jeans on and the same beautiful smile smeared on his face. He came around and engulfed her in his arms, squeezing her in a tight hug before handing her a white lily.
"Thank you." She gasped taking it carefully into her hands.
"Are you ready beautiful?" Jackson asked opening the passenger side door for her to get in. After she was in he put her seatbelt on, shut her door then jogged around to the driver's side. Anastasia was in awe and wondered if every date was like this. Whether it was protocol. "How has your day been?"
"Good thank you. How about yours?" Anastasia was quiet and stared out the window as Jackson drove off.
"It's getting better. Now I must be honest with you, as you might have been able to tell I don't ask girls out all that often so you'll have to excuse me if I mess up." He joked though lying through his teeth.
Jackson knew the operation to get girls in and out and was a pro. Jackson was good-looking and he knew it, he also flaunted his sexual organ to all the women he met. He believed was beyond comparison.
"Mess up?" Anastasia laughed looking down at the flower in her hand. "I find that very hard to believe. "
"No really I'm clueless when it comes to girls. Trust me. I've only ever been on a few dates." He lied again laughing trying to put the girl at ease. He could sense how tense she was and if this was going to work she had to warm up to him fast.
"Well I wouldn't worry, this is my first date." After blurting it out she immediately kicked herself. 'Way to go now he probably thinks you're a weirdo' she thought to herself.
"Wow really? Wait, shit. How old are you first." Jackson pretended to looked shocked but truth was he knew her age, he already knew her birthday too. He'd done homework, the only thing that wasn't learned before was what the girl looked like. "You're not one of those girls who looks crazy old for your age are you?"
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Poor Girl
عاطفيةShe could hear them loud and clear. She tried desperately to slow down her breathing so she wouldn't be heard but feared her rapid heart beat would give her position away. It was cold and wet, her clothes were torn and they were closing in.
