THERE SHE GOES | ❝This is the worst day of my life.❞
Seventeen-year-old Hallie could have thought of a million better places to be staying for two weeks than her Aunt's home. But since her parents have cleared off for a romantic getaway, she wi...
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CHAPTER FIVE ❛ god forbid that we kiss!❜
TODAYWAS THE BIG DAY. THE DREADED DAY I'd been anticipating for the last forty-eight hours. The date.
It wasn't necessarily Ryder that was the problem, absolutely not! Although, Calvin's sudden prejudice against him yesterday had left me on edge... it was the prospect of anything escalating into potentially romantic territory.
Now, there are a number of reasons why I shy away from anything like that, and they are as follows:
#01: The physical contact. And everything about it. I mean, when you're holding hands, it's just a petri dish for sweat formation, and no one wants that. Also, how would he react if I were to pull away from any affectionate body contact? Would he think I didn't like him? Do I even like him? I'm confused...
#02: The conversation. Don't say anything weird, or inappropriate, or accidentally mean. Don't call him an idiot (even if he really is an idiot) and laugh at what he says. Laugh? I can barely smile whilst being around Stanley Barber, let alone laugh, and he's infectiously positive... wait a second, what does this have to do with Stanley Barber? NEXT.
#03: Kissing. Oh God. The advanced stage of #01. I think it's safe to say that I would retreat if I had to kiss someone, regardless of if I liked them or not. What's so attractive about exchanging saliva? God forbid that we kiss!
#04: The 'next post'. So, I am over sixteen. Therefore, if I wanted to, I could have sexual intercourse with someone who is also over sixteen. Ryder also turned sixteen last month. So... therefore, it's not like I can bail out and say we're underage if he wants to take things to the 'next post'. Besides, he's a Junior, and he knows I'm a Senior. Either way, it's just going to be super awkward and I've already got enough awkward in my life, thanks.
I've never been on a date. Never been asked, never asked someone. And I guess I never really... thought about it? And even if I had, my parents always struck me as the kind who would ask my hypothetical boyfriend what his intentions with me were.
My lack of experience was clear as Sydney sat on her bed, watching me rummage through my duffel bag for a suitable outfit. A trip to the Bowling Alley is one thing, but a date — as Ryder called it — is another thing. Does you need different attire for the occasion? Does it even matter whether it's casual or formal? Does it depend on the person?
What the fuck? I don't think I've ever, in my entire existence, been so stressedout about what colour shirt to wear to school...
