4th

                                    

                                          
"I wanted to try something out with youuu." 
Huh. So what he meant by that is wrapping me in plastic wrap and calling me a burrito.
What a waste of time.
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It was now the end of the school day and all I could think of was Mr. 'Hair' Harrington.
He looked so handsome today. I couldn't help but admire him, especially during gym class when he was on the no-shirt side.
His abs were so defined, but I didn't get much time to drool over him since girls from my class were talking to me and trying to ask me out.
I wish I could just tell everyone that I don't like girls. But I can't. I'm just too scared. What if people call me slurs and bully me?
I worked too hard to get this status in school, even if it wasn't the highest, at least I was still known.
"Hey sexy satan" 
I turned and saw the all-famous Billy Hargrove smirking at me. 
"What's with the nickname Hargrove? Are we besties now?" I said in a teasing tone. He gets a bit irritated whenever I tease him, it's kinda funny tbh. 
His smirk dropped quickly, "hell no."
"Then what's up?"
"Just wanted to talk with you about someone. Y'know Jessica? Short black hair, preppy girl, on the wrestling team, uptight snob?" He leaned against the back of my car.
I walked to him and leaned against my car as well, looking forward to the sky.
"Yeah, fuckin hate her. You came here to shit talk about her with me? That's so sweet," I said in a mocking tone of Jessica's voice.
"Nah, I came to tell you she has a thing for you. She's gonna try and ask you out today. I think she's on her way right now," Billy said before walking off and waving at me. 
WHAT.
I turned to look at the entrance of the school building but Jessica was already in front of me.
"Hey, Jess..." I said awkwardly. Fuck. I'm really bad at rejections. I don't know how to reject people.
It's only when someone asks to do something sexual with me is when I can easily reject someone. Like, if I don't wanna do the woohoo with you, you can go ahead and up and leave.
I've never been asked on a date since most girls, (or guys, who knows), thought it'd be useless and I'd just use them.
Jessica smiled up at me and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"Hey Y/N, I was wondering," she rubbed her hand on my shoulder softly. I turned my head quickly and looked at it, slightly frightened. 
"Would you like to go on a date with me?" She smiled bigger and squeezed my shoulder. It hurts. She's hurting me.
"yes, YES! Just let go of me please" I tried to pry her hands off, but DAMN is her grip tight.
She lets go. Relief washes over me. "Great! I'll give you my address tomorrow to pick me up this weekend and we'll go to the movies, see ya!"
She turned around and giggled with her friends saying, "The tactic worked!" And "I'm so excited!!"
I rubbed my arm in pain and cringed when it hit me. I'm going on my first date. With Jessica Smith.
What have I done?
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"DUDE! I can't believe you said yes to her!"