It was half an hour before Tyler was supposed to pick me up for our date, but instead of getting ready, I am pacing back in forth in only my underwear.
I'm terrified for tonight. What if he's only playing me? Boys are very deceiving creatures.
I don't think I could handle another heartbreak like that. Obviously it wouldn't hurt me as much, considering I've only known Tyler for a couple days, it would still burn to know he was only trying to get into my pants.
It seems like that's all boys want from girls. Sex, sports and food.
Unfortunately, I cannot give out any I that.
I'm a virgin, I know nothing about sports and can't cook for shit.
A loud bang from my window scares the crap outta me, and I whip around to see Sam looking at me from his window, raising his eyebrows.
I become aware that I'm only in my panties and bra, and quickly pull on some sweats and a t-shirt.
As I walk back into his view, he frowns when he notices I'm clothed.
I roll my eyes and look down the side of my house to see what he could have possible thrown to cause such a noise.
A half of stick of blue chalk rests in the flower pots. Where this kid could've got a piece of chalk, confuses the hell out of me and I stare at him blankly.
Sam motions for me to open my window, and I do carefully leaning against it to see him better.
"Why the fuck did you throw a piece of chalk at my window? Where did you even get that?" I asked him.
He completely ignores my questions and asks, "Why are you prancing around your room naked?"
"I was not naked! And I'm trying to find something to wear." I lied, quickly.
If Sam found out I was scared to go on a date, I would never hear the end of it.
"Want me to help?" He asked. I thought he was just trying to find an excuse to see me undressed, but he sounded genuine.
I looked up at him to see him looking at me seriously.
"Uh, sure come over."
* *
By the time I had checked my reflection in the mirror, gone down stairs and went back up to check again, I heard the door open and ran down the stairs.
Why was I so excited? It's just Sam.
I pulled myself together before walking into the front door, where Sam was leaning against.
I started going back up the stairs, him following me to my room.
As soon as we got there, the nerves had kicked back in.
"Okay, so what are you getting dressed up for? Another one of your sneak outs?" He grinned mischievously.
"No, actually my date with Tyler." I chewed on my lip.
Sam's face immediately turned from smug to blank and disappointment?
"Oh, I see."
He walked to my bed, plopped on his back and started to watch American Horror Story on my laptop.
I bit my lip as I watched him, tempted to watch with him.
I looked at the clock on the table by my bed and noticed Tyler was fifteen minutes late, and I had no texts or calls from him.
If he really thinks he can be this late without at least a text or call, he must be crazy.
I crawled onto my bed, laying next to Sam and pulling the comforter on top of both of us.
Sam looked down at me as I put my head on how shoulder.
"Aren't you supposed to be getting ready for Tyler?" He asked rudely.
I snuggled closer to him, finding it oddly comforting.
"Fuck Tyler."
