Born to Be a Nerd

Chapter Three

Priscilla felt confident in her appearance, which was saying something.  MaryJane had managed to tame her uncooperative hair into ringlets with her trusty tools and she did the make up just as she had promised Priscilla, light gloss, a little blush and some winged eye linger — they decided to skip out on the mascara which would probably smudge against her glasses and the eye shadow because Priscilla wasn't a big fan.

Over all, the small adjustments made Priscilla feel more dressed up but still casual, as she wasn't sure if it was still a date or not.  She was going to count it as a date regardless.

Priscilla was straightening her glasses when she heard the ding of her front door.

She turned to MaryJane, "Sorry,  gotta jet now."

MaryJane nodded and sent her a smile, "I'm gonna sleep over so when you come home you can tell me how it went."

"Okay." Priscilla gave her best friend a large hug and trotted down the stairs, wondering why the bell had stopped ringing but walking into the living room, she discovered her father had opened it and was talking to James.

Kill her, now.

She walked over to James, who had his thumbs hooked into the pocket of  his rugged jeans and turned back to her father, who was staring blankly at the boy in front of him.

"Who are you?" Her father finally asked.

"James Colton."

"And why are you here?"

"Priscilla and I are hanging out at the movies."

"Like a date?"

"No, just as friends."

Priscilla had to force her shoulders not to slump, just as friends. She didn't want a friend, friends don't want to kiss their  friends like she's been wanting to kiss James since freshman year.

Her father looked at Priscilla for confirmation and she gave a stiff nod of her hair, ignoring the way one of his eye brows raised when taking in her appearance.  He could obviously she put at least some type of effort in, after all, Priscilla hadn't worn make up since she took dance and it was forced on the little ballerinas.

"I'm gonna be back before twelve, okay daddy?" She didn't give him any time to arge as she lent over and pecked his cheek before grabbing James handing and pulling him out of there.

When they were out the door, Priscilla let go reluctantly.

"So that's your dad, huh?" James pointed her towards his car,  an old Volvo that was in good condition.

"Yeah, that is my dad." She grabbed onto the light grey handle of the door and pulled it open, sliding into his car and almost melted  on the spot but she decided on closing her eyes and indulging in the feeling. The seats were so worn that they had become soft to the point where you wanted to cuddle up to them.

She loved his ride already.

James did the same, turning on the car and putting it into drive.

"Hey, Priscilla?"

"Hm?"

"Your dad is pretty intimidating,"

"Cops usually are."

"Hey,  Priscilla?"

She cracked one eye at him. "Yes?"

"You look nice."

She smiled and closed her eyes again, enjoying the silence that took up the fifteen minute car ride.

They waited on the line which was surprisingly short, at ease. When they got to the counter, James moved so Priscilla could step up.   She recognized the blonde in front of her, although she couldn't quite put her finger on who it was until she opened her mouth to order.