"We kissed," I said, holding my head in my hands.

"Shut up!" Alisha exclaimed.

We were in a coffee shop, about 30 minutes from town, that was known to attract hipsters. When we had discovered it, we would go to it all the time decked out in plaid, fake boxy glasses, and chucks, trying to act like hipsters. It was hilarious. Today, though, we were dressed normal. I wanted to get away from town for a bit after the events of the previous night. So we escaped to The Cup.

"Oh. My. God. Tell me the details," Alisha said, leaning in.

"What details?! He leaned in, I leaned in. And then it happened. And then I freaked and ran away," I said.

"Milaaaa!!!! No!!! You ran away because of Derek, didn't you?" Alisha groaned, crumpling up her napkin.

"I honestly don't know why I ran. I just....I feel like we were moving too fast. It wasn't even a legit first date. We were just hanging out," I said.

"But you said he basically asked you out on a "second" date," Alisha pointed out.

"I would consider it more as a first date. I don't think last night counted as a date," I said.

"He obviously did," Alisha replied. I nodded.

"I know! That's the problem. I feel so bad! I'm giving him mixed signals. Sometimes I'll act like I like him and sometimes I do something stupid like run away," I mumbled.

"This is all Derek's fault," Alisha said.

"STOP SAYING HIS NAME!" I cried out, a little too loudly. The man in the next table looked over at us.

"You've got whipped cream in your beard," Alisha sneered. The man touched the thin beard on his face and I kicked Alisha under the table. "What? He should mind his own business," Alisha hissed, rubbing her shins. We sat quietly for a moment. "Well, what are you going to do now?" she asked.

"I need to forget about him. I'm going to apologize to Kyle on Monday," I said. Alisha smiled at me.

"Good! I'm glad," Alisha said.

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"Kyle!" I called. It was Monday morning and I had just pulled into the parking lot. I saw Kyle get out of his car, too. He looked weary when he heard me call his name, but stopped nonetheless. I walked up to him and took a deep breath. "I-I wanted to apologize. I just-I guess I freaked Friday night. I mean, I saw it coming, but I guess I wasn't ready for it, even though I thought I was," I explained. I hoped he knew that I was talking about the kiss, because I didn't want to have to say it.

"I figured. I guess it's partially my fault. I should've waited," Kyle said, putting his hands in his pockets.

"So we're good?" I asked. He smiled and nodded at me. I let out a sigh of relief.

"Are we still on for next Friday?" he asked. I gave him a questioning look.

"What's next Friday?" I asked.

"Our first official date," he replied, smirking at me. I looked at him, and then understood.

"Ah, I see what you did there," I said. He nodded, and then looked at me, still waiting for an answer. I saw Derek's car pull in from my peripheral. "Yeah, sure. Just name the place and time," I said. He beamed at me.

"I'll let you know within the week," he said. I mustered up a smile.

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"He didn't say where he was taking you?" Alisha asked. I shook my head.

"He just said to dress nice," I replied. I went with a blue and black dress and a little dark make-up for my eyes.

"That dress is so cute," Alisha said. I smiled at her. She helped me fix my hair. "What'd you tell your dad?" Alisha asked me.

"I told him I was going to a dinner party at Leah's house. So if he sees that you're not dressed up, it won't be suspicious, because you and Leah aren't friends," I answered.

"Clever," she said. I nodded.  (A/N: See Mila's look! ---->)

"All right. I'm ready," I said.

"And...Kyle's here. What if your dad sees him?" she asked.

"He won't. He's getting ready to go to a business dinner," I said. I grabbed my jacket and hand bag and we walked down the stairs. The chilly end-of-November air hit us hard when we stepped outside.

"Gosh, it's already so cold," Alisha said, her teeth chattering from the cold. "Anyway, good luck. Have fun. Stay safe. No sex-" she started. I hit her arm and she laughed.

"What? You never know. You kissed on the "first" date. You might decide to have sex on the second," Alisha said. I punched her arm.

"You know I wouldn't do that," I said. She grinned.

"I know. Just fair warning," she said. I rolled my eyes and said good-bye to her. Then I made my over to Kyle's car, which was parked on the other side of the street by my request. He opened the door for me and I got in.

"Hey, you look amazing," he said. I smiled at him.

"Thanks!" I replied, feeling my cheeks flush. "You look really nice yourself," I complimented. He was wearing a simple royal blue shirt with black dress pants. I blushed, noticing that we matched.

"So, where are you taking me?" I asked, after a few minutes of silence.

"You'll see," he replied, glancing at me and sending me his winning smile. We pulled up to a hotel along Virginia Beach. He got out of the car and opened my door for me and helped me out. We walked into the hotel and he led me to a restaraunt, indoors, that was called Swan Terrace. I had heard about this restaraunt. It was extremely expensive, and very fancy.

"Kyle..." I muttered. He smiled at me.

"Hello! How can we help you tonight?" the waitress said sweetly, fluttering her eyelashes at Kyle.

"Reservations for Jameson," he told the waitress.

"Right this way," she said, eyeing me down. I rolled my eyes. Girls were so stupid and jealous all the time. She brought us to a seat by the window that overlooked the beach. There were lights on outside, but not very many people because of the cold weather.

"My name is Laila and I will be your waitress this evening. Here are your menus. Can I get you anything to drink?" the waitress told us.

"Water's fine," I said.

"Same," Kyle said. She smiled at him.

"Of course! I'll bring that right out," she said, bouncing away.

"Desperate much?" I mumbled under my breath. Kyle chuckled.

"I bet guys flirt with you all the time, you just don't notice it," Kyle said. I shook my head.

"No, I don't think so," I said.

"Are you kidding me? You probably just don't notice it," he said.

"Why would they flirt with me?" I asked, completely oblivious.

"Because you're-" he started, and then stopped, because Laila came with our glasses of water. "Because you're really pretty," Kyle said, making sure she could hear. I brought my hand to my face and blushed.  I could feel Laila glaring daggers at me.

"Are you folks ready to order?" she asked, pulling out her little note-pad.

"No, not yet. Thanks," Kyle said. After Laila walked off, swishing her hips in an exaggerated way, we both laughed. "She is desperate," Kyle said, nodding after her. We opened up our menus and looked through the selection. "I hope you like seafood, because that's pretty much all they have," Kyle said.

"I can tolerate it," I said. I gasped at the prices. This place was expensive. When Laila came back, we told her our orders.

"I'll have the Pasta Primavera," I said. It had a "Heart Healthy!" sign on it. Also, it was cheapest thing on the menu and I knew that Kyle would want to pay for both of us.

"Ok, and what kind of salad would you like on the side?" she asked.

"Uhh. A caesar salad, but not with a lot of dressing on it," I answered.

"And what can I get for you, sweetie?" she asked, fluttering her thin eyelashes at Kyle. I made a gagging face behind her. Kyle saw and smirked at me.

"I'll have the shrimp scampi and the same kind of salad," he told her. She jotted it down.

"All right! Your order will be out in about 20 minutes," she said, and then sauntered off.

"I think she wants you," I commented, as we watched her walk away.

"No way?" Kyle asked, sarcastically. We both looked at each other and laughed. Once we stopped, we just sat and looked at each other awkwardly.

"So I heard you were trying out for the basketball team," I said, trying to break the awkward silence that had ensued.

"Yeah. Varsity. Coach said he'd post the list Monday afternoon," he answered. I nodded.

"Do you play anything else? Besides soccer and basketball?" I asked. I really wasn't much of a sports enthusiast. I just wanted to make conversation.

"Ummm, at the boys' academy, I played baseball in the spring. And over the summer I play lacrosse on a different team. But this year is the first year they have lacrosse at the academy, so I'm going to try out for the school's team instead of play baseball," Kyle explained.

"Oh, cool," I said.

"Do you play any sports?" he questioned. I felt my heart sink a little.

"I used to play tennis. I stopped this year," I said.

"Oh. Can I ask why?" he asked.

"Ummmm..." I began, looking down at my hands.

I had stopped playing tennis because my mother had encouraged me to play. It wasn't that I didn't like tennis; I did. It was just that during the fall season, when I'd play, my mother would always help me practice and brush up on my moves. Since she died the past spring, I wasn't up to joining the team again. My coach had even contacted me, asking me if I was going to be a returning player. I had made varsity at a young age, but I didn't want to play anymore and told her to give my spot to someone else. But I could tell Kyle any of this.

"I actually don't want to talk about it," I said quietly, not looking up at him.

"Oh...uh...that's alright..." Kyle said. And then a really awkward silence fell. Luckily, a few minutes later, Laila came up to us with our food.

"Here's your pasta primavera," she said, setting my food in front of me. "And here's your shrimp scampi," she said, setting Kyle's food down. She put our salads on the table and refilled our glasses. We she reached over to fill Kyle's glass, she made a show of bending down enough to show her cleavage in her white button down shirt. Kyle paid no attention to her.

"This smells really good," he commented. Laila finished refilling our glasses and walked away, frowning.

"It tastes good, too," I said, taking a bite. I let him try my food and he let me try his. While we ate, we made small talk.

"Where are you thinking about going to college?" he asked me. I shrugged.

"Right now, my best bet is NYU. I would love it if I got in there. And New York is definitely my scene," I replied.

"Cool, what are you going to study?" he asked.

"I'm thinking about majoring in Sociology and possibly doubling with a Political Science major," I answered.

"That sounds hard," he said. I shrugged.

"Anything's hard if you don't work enough for it. But if you like something enough, it makes everything a lot easier," I said simply.

"Deep. I'm just going to do athletic training at the University," he said. By University he meant University of Virginia.

"Oh. That's nice," I said. It seemed like to me that with every detail I learned about Kyle, I liked him less. I realized he was less and less my type the longer I sat with him. And our long, awkward silences told me that we really didn't share much in common. Like right now. We were both done eating. I was looking around at the restaraunt, taking in my surroundings. He was fiddling with his napkin.

"Umm, did you want dessert?" he asked. I shook my head.

"No. I'm full," I said. He nodded and asked for the bill. He insisted on paying, which came as no surprise to me. He may be a thick-headed jock, but he had some class. As we waited for Laila to bring us back his card, the worst thing that could have possibly happen to me that night happened.

My father showed up. With a young girl who looked like she was in her late 20's.

And the worst part; he saw that I wasn't at a dinner party at Leah's house.

This was not going to end well.

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