Celebrating 1 complete month going out with Blake. We were headed to a party. My first real high school party, with the popular dumbheads and no parents. Well, not all of them were dumbheads, but they were definately all popular. I think Blake sensed I was nervous because he said, “You ok?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I replied, and we entered, fashionably late.
“He-ey Blake!” Called out a group of guys and he was instantly surrounded by a bunch of soccer jocks. I stood wondering what to do for a moment when Sara saved me.
“Hey girl!” she said walking up to me. She nodded in the direction of the mob of boys, “They always do that, give it 10 minutes and he’ll be all yours.”
I grinned, “Thanks.”
“By the way, don’t drink the punch, actually, don’t drink anything unless its most definately sealed.”
I laughed, “I’ll remember that.”
“Hey let me introduce you to some people,”
I glance back at Blake, still surrounded by jocks, “sure, That’d be great.”