The minutes slowly ticked by with me growing more impatient with each passing one. I was waiting for my 'boyfriend' to meet me here for our date. I sat there waiting for a total of 45 minutes before I stood up and started to walk out. I was to busy angrily typing a break up text that I didn't see the unpushed in chair. I walked into it causing me to fall.
I shut my eyes tight getting ready for my body to hit the cold floor. To my surprise, I didn't fall. I opened my eyes to see a very cute brown-haired boy smiling down at me. He pushed me up to my feet and steadied me.
"Sorry, and um thanks," I say before turning around.
I was pulled back around to the boy.
"You dropped your phone," He tells me while holding my phone out.
I reach out for it put he pulls it back.
"Your missing something else too," He informs me with a smile.
"Nope, I only had my phone," I matter-a-factly reply.
"That's where you're wrong! You need my number too."
"That's the best you could do? I mean A for effort but come on."
"Ooh sassy! I like it. Text me later?"
I roll my eyes and grab my phone quickly before leaving the ice-cream parlor and go to my car. I drive home and take a nap.
I open my eyes after being jostled around to see my mom as the culprit.
"It's time for dinner. Wash the drool off your face, get changed into something presentable and come downstairs," She says.
"Wait why?" I question.
"Your father's boss and family are here for dinner," She answers.
I nod and she leaves. I get dressed in a nice black dress. I fix my hair and wash my face before heading downstairs. I walk into the living -room where I hear laughs from my dad. I walk in and see a man in a suit, a kind-looking women in a dress, an adorable little girl, a dressed up, smiley boy, and the boy from the parlor.
"There she is! This is my daughter Y/n and this is the Herron family. Mr. Herron is my boss. That is is wife Myta, his sons Zach and Ryan, and his little girl Reese," My dad introduces.
I smile and shake their hands. I shake Zach last and he holds onto my hand for awhile longer than needed.
"You never texted," He brings up.
"I was napping," I say.
"But you would've texted me if you didn't right?"
"Sure Herron," I answer with an eye roll.
"I've heard your good at math?" Mr. Herron asks.
"Oh um yeah!" I respond.
"Do you mind helping Zach? He's been failing lately."
"Yeah sure!"
"Why don't you go now while we talk?" My mom suggests.
I nod and lead Zach to my room. What parent, father at that, lets their 17-year-old daughter go into a room alone with a boy? I mean is he sick or something? We make it to my room and I get a fold up chair from the closet before placing it next to my desk chair. Zach sist on it while I get my math book from my backpack. I sit next to him and open the book.
"So what are you having trouble on?" I ask.
"I'm having trouble on not staring at you," Zach flirts with a wink.
