You Promised

Chapter 24

Chapter 24: Three Strikes

I found myself texting Dylan almost every day after that, because we finally exchanged real phone numbers. Sometimes we facetimed, too. After tennis the next week, he asked if I wanted to hang out later, and I mentally threw a huge celebration, even though he probably wanted to hang out as just friends.

This is where I'm left off, getting ready to go to his house. I shouldn't be this nervous. He's just my friend, right? Oh god, feelings really do suck.

I showered, and blow-dried my hair. Funnily enough, I found myself curling it a few minutes later. The clothes I wore were a big deal. I didn't want to dress up for him, but I didn't want to be too casual. I decided on a simple yet cute and warm sweater and black leggings. Oh god, I'm overthinking what I'm wearing while hanging out with him.

That is strike one.

I then put on some light makeup, as I always do, but I don't overdue it like Riley! I smiled to myself at the thought. Man, her and Jenn are just the best friends a girl could ever ask for. After finishing my makeup, I realized that I had forgot to put my hair extensions in, but it really wasn't that big of a deal, right? He usually sees me with shorter hair anyways.

Strike two: wondering what he would think of everything I wore, rather than wearing it to feel good about myself.

Waiting for him to pick me up was nerve-racking. I didn't know how the car ride would go or how the actual hanging out thing would go. I mean, Saturday nights can be pretty much anything you want them to. Whether it's movie night, bowling, or just a stay at home day. Heck, you could even go to a club or something on Saturday's, but in all honesty, it would be best to go on a Tuesday. Mainly cuz' it's going up that day.

"Faith?" my mom called out to me.

"Yes?"

"I just want you to know that you look absolutely perfect, and nothing will ever change that today, tomorrow, next month, or ever," she said sincerely. "You should never be scared of how you look, because you always look amazing."

"Thanks mom," I smiled to her, knowing she meant it 100%.

As if on cue, Dylan's car pulled up in front, and I was instantly 130% more nervous.

"Strike three," I whispered to myself.

He walked out of his car and up to the porch. I soon heard the doorbell echo throughout the night.

"Good luck," I heard my mom say as I slowly opened the door for him.

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