getting to know the guy I can't stop thinking about, and that is incredibly exciting. And terrifying.
The feeling is so unfamiliar to me; I have never acted so crazy about anybody before, much less somebody I don't know. Someone who comes off perfectly indifferent.
Maybe I can do our speech without him noticing my problem. The last thing I need is to give him one more reason to steer clear of me. I don't want to tell him about it. I want him to look at me like I'm normal, not some damaged girl who will eventually be too much to handle.
I ended up getting the phone call the same night. I almost didn't believe he was going to call at all, let alone so soon. I'm giddy as hell as I go to answer. Until I wonder about why he would call so soon. Could he have changed his mind? Changing his mind would be a real possibility. AFI's "Flight of the Phoenix" blares the last line of the chorus through my phone speaker, and I know voice mail is about to click on. I hastily answer.
"Hello?" I sound too apprehensive. I wish I had a redo.
"Hey, it’s Roman. Did I call too soon?" Strange as it sounds, I can hear the smile in his voice.
"No, you're fine. I'm glad you called."
"I thought we could get started on our speech."
I can't help but feel disappointment he had to point the fact out.
He catches my silent chagrin, because he adds, "I also thought maybe we could get dinner first, and, you know, get to know each other."
The last thing he said sounds more timid. Something's changed. He wasn't being detached and disinterested.
"Sounds great, actually," I squeal, with too much enthusiasm.
I can't be sure, but I think I hear him puff out a breath of relief.
"Tomorrow afternoon, so we have time afterward to start working, sound good?"
"Perfect," I agree, with a huge smile he can't see.
"I'll come to you. Give me your address, and I'll pick you up at around five."
"Perfect." Again? Can I not think of another word to say?
We hang up, and I throw my arms in the air and yell out a girly, "Yes!" I am going on a date with him. I can't believe this is happening.
Still clutching my phone, I begin dancing and jumping all around like a ballerina on Adderall. I'm in a mid-air fist pump when the sound of Enzo's laugh-cough startles me to a stop. He looks tired as hell. He had a long day of classes.
"Whatcha doin’?" he asks, with a smirk in his tone and on his face.
"Nothing," I sing-song, knowing I'm caught.
"Nothing my ass. You are totally blushing; your cheeks are so red."
"Yeah, well at least I wasn't caught jacking—"
"Ah! Okay, okay I give." He pushes his palms out in front of himself, signaling me to shut up. "If you don't wanna tell me yet, fine, but I think I like this look on you. Just sayin’."
"His name is Roman," I confess. "He's from my poli-sci class."
"I knew it!" He excitedly points at me. "You don't get mushy looks on your face by talking to your mom."
"Don't push it, or I won't tell you anything," I warn.
He raises his hands in defense. "Got it. So when will I get go meet him?"
"Tomorrow, actually, if you're around. We're going to eat and then coming back to work on our project."
"Sweet, you know I'll have to check him out and make sure he's good enough for my Bee." He plops onto the couch next to me.
"Check him out, huh? Yeah, I was doing a lot of that also. Before I got the nerve to ask him out."
And I get a pillow to the face again.
"Seriously?" I shout.
He chuckles and then attempts to fix my hair he and his pillow mussed up.
"That was for the 'me checking him' out comment,” he explains, "but you asked him out for real?" he asks.
"Sure did."
"Nice! I like assertiveness in the females," he proudly remarks.
"Really, you don't think I was too forward or stalkerish?" I ask.
"No, absolutely not. Believe it or not, us guys get shy too. We appreciate girls letting us know if they are interested. Most of the time, we have to go in blind, and rejection is horrid. Even for those of us without social
The feeling is so unfamiliar to me; I have never acted so crazy about anybody before, much less somebody I don't know. Someone who comes off perfectly indifferent.
Maybe I can do our speech without him noticing my problem. The last thing I need is to give him one more reason to steer clear of me. I don't want to tell him about it. I want him to look at me like I'm normal, not some damaged girl who will eventually be too much to handle.
I ended up getting the phone call the same night. I almost didn't believe he was going to call at all, let alone so soon. I'm giddy as hell as I go to answer. Until I wonder about why he would call so soon. Could he have changed his mind? Changing his mind would be a real possibility. AFI's "Flight of the Phoenix" blares the last line of the chorus through my phone speaker, and I know voice mail is about to click on. I hastily answer.
"Hello?" I sound too apprehensive. I wish I had a redo.
"Hey, it’s Roman. Did I call too soon?" Strange as it sounds, I can hear the smile in his voice.
"No, you're fine. I'm glad you called."
"I thought we could get started on our speech."
I can't help but feel disappointment he had to point the fact out.
He catches my silent chagrin, because he adds, "I also thought maybe we could get dinner first, and, you know, get to know each other."
The last thing he said sounds more timid. Something's changed. He wasn't being detached and disinterested.
"Sounds great, actually," I squeal, with too much enthusiasm.
I can't be sure, but I think I hear him puff out a breath of relief.
"Tomorrow afternoon, so we have time afterward to start working, sound good?"
"Perfect," I agree, with a huge smile he can't see.
"I'll come to you. Give me your address, and I'll pick you up at around five."
"Perfect." Again? Can I not think of another word to say?
We hang up, and I throw my arms in the air and yell out a girly, "Yes!" I am going on a date with him. I can't believe this is happening.
Still clutching my phone, I begin dancing and jumping all around like a ballerina on Adderall. I'm in a mid-air fist pump when the sound of Enzo's laugh-cough startles me to a stop. He looks tired as hell. He had a long day of classes.
"Whatcha doin’?" he asks, with a smirk in his tone and on his face.
"Nothing," I sing-song, knowing I'm caught.
"Nothing my ass. You are totally blushing; your cheeks are so red."
"Yeah, well at least I wasn't caught jacking—"
"Ah! Okay, okay I give." He pushes his palms out in front of himself, signaling me to shut up. "If you don't wanna tell me yet, fine, but I think I like this look on you. Just sayin’."
"His name is Roman," I confess. "He's from my poli-sci class."
"I knew it!" He excitedly points at me. "You don't get mushy looks on your face by talking to your mom."
"Don't push it, or I won't tell you anything," I warn.
He raises his hands in defense. "Got it. So when will I get go meet him?"
"Tomorrow, actually, if you're around. We're going to eat and then coming back to work on our project."
"Sweet, you know I'll have to check him out and make sure he's good enough for my Bee." He plops onto the couch next to me.
"Check him out, huh? Yeah, I was doing a lot of that also. Before I got the nerve to ask him out."
And I get a pillow to the face again.
"Seriously?" I shout.
He chuckles and then attempts to fix my hair he and his pillow mussed up.
"That was for the 'me checking him' out comment,” he explains, "but you asked him out for real?" he asks.
"Sure did."
"Nice! I like assertiveness in the females," he proudly remarks.
"Really, you don't think I was too forward or stalkerish?" I ask.
"No, absolutely not. Believe it or not, us guys get shy too. We appreciate girls letting us know if they are interested. Most of the time, we have to go in blind, and rejection is horrid. Even for those of us without social
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