I leave Tiff’s house with a little bounce. In two hours I have a date. I feel a little guilty. I mean, I know I shouldn’t go out with my best friend’s ex but I had liked Damien first. I even met him first but of course Tiffany had to show up and be all flirty and giggly. It’s not like I’m mad about that because she didn’t know I liked him. But she didn’t really have the right to be mad if she finds out about this. I would be careful not to let her.
I rush home and drop off my sleeping bag and things. Our sleepovers used to last practically the whole weekend. Then we got to high school and Tiffany had dates every other weekend.
I change into skinny jeans and a white tank and wrap a scarf loosely around my neck.
It takes about a half hour to get to his house. I suck in a deep breath and knock. Thankfully he answers.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he says, looking me up and down approvingly.
“Ready?” I ask smiling.
“Yeah, lemme just grab something.” He goes back inside for a second and reemerges with my sweater. “Let’s go.”