Chapter 17// The Date

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Matthew is bold. Chloe is regular font. Other is italics.

I grab her phone that was in the kitchen and I walk out making sure I locked everything. I jog to my car and I get in.

"I found your phone Abigail."

I hand it to her. She smiles at me."

"Thanks Matthew. Where was it?"

"In the trash where you belong." Emma mumbles but I didn't hear what she said.

"What did you say Emma?"

"I was talking to myself." She smiles and then goes on her phone.

"It was in the kitchen."

"Where are we going?"

"To this place I saw a few days ago. You'll see."

"Okay."

I put my seatbelt on and I drive off. This is gonna be fun.

"Here's your phone. Also Chloe said she will talk to you later had to go to class."

I check the time. Right it's time for her second class. I'll call her later.
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Chloe's POV (Later that day. Almost night time)

I lay in my bed staring at my phone. When I should be doing my homework. But I just can't stop thinking about Matthew. I want to call him but he's with Abigail and Emma and I don't want to bother him while he's hanging out with them.

It's so boring. I guess my life was kinda boring before I met Matthew. God I just wanna hear his voice. I groan. Ugh. I hate life right now.

My phone beeps. I quickly get up and I check my phone. It's Isiah. I start smiling.

Cute Smoothie Boy: Hey gorgeous

Me: Hey Isiah

Cute Smoothie Boy: Are you busy today?

Me: No just homework to do

Cute Smoothie Boy: Oh I guess we can hang out another time

Me: No it's okay.

Me: I can't think right now. I'll do it later

Cute Smoothie Boy: Okay well do you want to go on a date with me?

Cute Smoothie Boy: It's okay if you don't

Me: No I want to

Cute Smoothie Boy: Okay great

Cute Smoothie Boy: Can I pick you up at like 9:30?

Me: Of course

I send him my address and then I put my phone on the charger. Eekkk. I'm going on my first date with him. I can't believe he actually asked me.

"EEEEKKK!"

My door bust open. Melissa is standing there with a concerned face.

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