The Blue Moon In Winter

Chapter Four

Trembling, eyes closed, she didn't notice at first when he pulled away.

"I'm sorry, I didn't even ask if you're up to eighteen" he got up, he's tall, above 6 feet and in his jeans and t-shirt, he's all shoulder and muscles, tanned skin, dark hair, and blue eyes like the ocean or the sky. Even though she couldn't see them, she couldn't help but imagine them, she didn't want him to stop. why would he think I'm younger than eighteen she thought.

"It's okay, I'll be nineteen in December" she bit her lip, "I liked it" she turned beet.

"Since we're all being honest..." He lifted her up from the ground. "I asked my friend, Chris, to setup something, but he outdid himself with the lanterns so I freaked," he looked at her, "Bambola this is just too much you know, it's not like I'm going to ask you to marry me or something". She was speechless so she just giggled.

"So it's a date-date?" She managed to say.

"After I saw you on Monday I couldn't stop thinking about you, then I saw you on Thursday during practice, I think we should get to know each other better, that was why I thought of doing something special." He held her hand and pulled her up, "It's late let's go back to campus".

He wasn't driving as fast as he drove before, she couldn't help but touch her lips remembering the previous event. She didn't know he saw her during his basketball practice but he had, her weak attempt to disguise was a failure. He turned on audio, it played Billie Jean she turned looking at him.

"No way! you still listen to MJ" she snickered.

"I'm kinda old school, I listen to even 2pac, Stevie Wonder, Whitney Houston, R. Kelly. I love R and B, hip hop, Italian folk music, Italian classical music..." he grinned. " I love Bach." He concluded.

"I'm into contemporary pop music, you know Beyonce, Taylor Swift, Ed Sheeran, Drake, Justin Bieber... " She counted with her fingers."But my dad loved MJ though I think I know all his song, my dad even... " She exhaled, and looked away from him to the car window.

"Your dad what?"

"Nothing"

"Are you sure?" he persuaded.

"Yes"

"Okay, how about you come to my place tomorrow? there a lot of things you'd love to see there".

"So you're inviting me to come over?" she smirked.

"Or should I pick you up?"

"No, I'll come on my own," Though the thought of him coming to her dorm to pick her up was tempting but she'd be uncomfortable when people start staring. He got to the gate of the dorm and got out of the car to open the door for her. "You're such a gentleman," she teased, and he smiled.

"Since tomorrow is a Sunday you can come by noon, we can even spend the whole day together bambola".

"That would be great," she said enthusiastically, she hated the way the word came out like she was overjoyed that she would see him again the next day. But it was true she was over joyed, watching him get into the car made her eyes moist, she wished the night would never end. Get a grip of yourself  her mind scolded.

While walking up the stairs to her room, she tried to understand why she was reacting like this to someone she barely knew. She had never put herself out there, in highschool tons of guys asked her out but she always turned them down. Her dad allowed her to date from sixteen but she had a bunch of insecurities, she felt she was too skinny, too clumsy, too tall, too pale, even too blonde, and her list goes on.

She was admired in highschool, she had been the only head cheerleader who didn't date a captain or quarterback, she only accept boys to take her to dances then reject them afterwards . She was good at facading so most of her schoolmates thought she was dating college boys outside. She eventually concluded that her excitement towards Javier was probably how she's meant to feel normally when she likes a boy but she didn't know since she wasn't experienced. She creeped into her room and immediately Sandra's lamp turned on.