Getting Wheezer

My Second First Impression

      I took a sigh of relief. There was no way a grown woman was going to date a twelve year old boy. I chuckled to myself, amused at how scared it was. I need to stop wasting my time being paranoid and start spending my time getting to know Carl. I brushed by teeth and did my hair in a high afro bun. I laid my edges and tried to choose outfit. I decided to wear something comfy, so I chose my basketball shorts, white shirt, and matched it with my black and white Nike sweatband. I still had about thirty minutes until my school bus arrived at my house. I watched a little bit of tv, but I was getting a bit sleepy. "Whatever, I have thirty minutes until my bus gets here. It's just a short nap anyway." I was wrong. I woke up to my mom yelling at me. My bus was leaving! I grabbed my book bag and hoodie and ran as fast as I could. I chased after my bus for about a minute, until it came to a sudden stop. I got on the bus, still embarrassed. Carl waved at me and patted the seat next to him. I blushed while walking toward him hesitantly. "Did Carl actually want me to sit next to him?" I thought. Carl smiled as I sat next to him. He laughed and told me about how he had to get the driver to stop the bus so I could get on. I blushed slightly and thanked him. "You still up to go to the candy bar after school?" I asked. "Yeah, of course! Can I bring Jimmy and Sheen along?" He relied. I awkwardly laughed, hoping he would get the memo. To my disadvantage, he didn't. I thought this was a date or something. We talked the rest of the bus ride. I got off as I waved goodbye to Carl. I'm on the travel team in basketball, so we had a mini meeting during the beginning of the day. The coach had scheduled a home game vs the Flamingos. (Ik that's a corny name)