The Girl Who Hates Me

Sweet Date

After school, Arron went back to his house so he could get ready and pay his parents a short visit while Hebe wandered back to the dorm.

She plopped down on Arron's bed absentmindedly and thought about what tonight would be like.

A date with Arron.....a date with Arron.....hopefully it would be nothing like the group date....but still, the two of them alone together?

He already kissed me, Hebe thought. Could he want to kiss me.....again?

Hebe shuddered. But then she remembered that kiss. Her first kiss. It was such a nice feeling.

"Ugh, don't tell me I'm falling in love with him," Hebe muttered to herself and lay down on the bed.

When they first met, Hebe was convinced she would never like him. Now, maybe she was wrong.

Hebe lay there for a while, then sighed and got up.

"I really must be going crazy," she thought. "A date with Arron....a date with Arron...."

It had been stuck on her mind all day.....

Hebe finally managed to force herself to shower and change.

Where they were going to, Hebe didn't know.

"Wh-What if he makes me go to another stupid restaurant again?" Hebe thought, looking down at her hands.

Arron showed up half an hour later, driving his super shiny expensive car. He went up to the dorm to fetch Hebe and saw her sitting there staring at the floor.

He walked over and bent down and looked at her. "Are you all right?" he asked.

Hebe suddenly seemed to snap out of it and realize Arron was there.

"When did you get here?" she asked.

"I just walked in now and saw you looking down. Is something wrong? Are you sick? Running a fever? Caught a cold? Or--"

Hebe pinched his cheek. "I'm all right."

Arron straightened up. "Well. Shall we go?" He held his hand out for Hebe to take, but she sat there still.

"Where are we going tonight?" she asked. "If it's something dumb then I don't want to---"

"We're dropping by my house for dinner and then going out somewhere, maybe." Still he held his hand out.

"I don't know...do your parents mind?" Hebe said softly.

"Nooo, of course they won't, they want to meet you, I told them you were the most prettiest girl in the world, and it is true, why are you looking at me like that?"

Hebe sighed, and hesitantly slipped her hand into his hand.

"Much better," Arron said happily. "We're off then. Oh, before I forget, this is for you."

He took out a small wrapped box, a present for Hebe, and put it down on the table.

"Thank you," Hebe said, "but what is it?"

Arron pulled her closer and said,"Nope, not going to tell you, you can open it later."

A few minutes later Arron was speeding onwards to his house. "It's only a few minutes," he assured Hebe, who stared out the window.

"Okay," she said. There was a short silence.

"You really look so pretty tonight, Hebe," Arron said after a while. "Aren't you cold? You're wearing a skirt and such a thin jacket."

"I'll be okay," Hebe said. "I'm pretty used to changing weather, and I don't get sick easily."

Arron smiled and kept driving.