Solo

Solo by Sarah Schofield

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Lucas laughed.
    "You're really funny. No, just up in the mountains near my grandparents' house."
    "Do you run every day?"
    "I have every day since I've been here, but I'm taking today off."
    "Because of the weather?"
    "No, I've got a date with my…" I stopped and cringed with flashbacks from lunch.
    Lucas raised his eyebrows. "Oh, you have a date? The guys around here move fast. You haven't been here very long."
    "Oh no, it's not like that."
    It was obvious that Lucas was confused.
    I shrugged. "I have a date with my mom. We'd planned to see a movie before we moved here and it hits the theaters today."
    "There's nothing wrong with that. There'll be plenty of guys asking you soon enough."
    "Well, I don't plan on dating while I'm here. It wouldn't be fair since I'm not looking for anything serious." I waited for his reaction.
    He sat with his arms crossed and very little expression on his face. I wondered what was going through his head. I thought about Casey's comment about his casual dating.
    "I just plan to have friends."
    "You have a lot of plans. I hope they work out for you."
    "Oh, I don't have a problem sticking to my plans."
    "So, you're telling me there is no one in this school that you would consider going on a date with?"
    I looked him straight in his eyes. "I didn't say that. I just don't plan on dating."
    The bell rang.
    "Saved by the bell," Lucas teased. He got up and went to collect his things from the other table.
    I quickly grabbed my bag and headed toward the door. "See you around," I muttered, while passing by.
    "Yeah, see ya."
    I couldn't get out of the building fast enough. It was Friday and the weekend had arrived. My mind was still wrapped around the conversation I'd just had with Lucas and I didn't pay attention to the rain soaking my clothes. It was the perfect ending to my chaotic week. I was shocked when I didn't have butterflies in my stomach. It was also the first time I didn't feel stupid after talking to him. Maybe I was getting used to his irresistible charm.
    When I got to my car, I turned to see if Lucas' truck was still in the parking lot. He was standing by his truck door drenched and staring at me. Even though my normal instinct was to quickly turn away, I felt compelled to return his stare. I was afraid to blink; the last thing I wanted was to lose that moment. Unfortunately, our gaze was broken when someone walked up to talk to him. He turned back in my direction as I pulled out of the parking lot.
     

Chapter Five: Date Night
     
    "Hey, give me a minute to freshen up," I called, making a mad dash to my room.
    "Okay. I'll finish my tea with Grandma while you get ready."
    Heaven forbid Grandmother should miss one afternoon of tea with my mother. I changed and refreshed my makeup. I wanted to look good just in case a certain hottie happen to be out and about.
    "I'm ready when you are." I entered the kitchen.
    My mom looked at my grandmother. "Don't plan on us for dinner. We might be out late." She turned and winked at me. Before my grandmother could react, we were out the door. I wondered what Mom had up her sleeve. I had planned on a matinee so we'd be back before dinner, but I wasn't going to pass on anything that would help me avoid my grandmother.
    "So, what else are we doing besides the movie?" I asked, as we got into Mom's SUV.
    "I thought the two of us could have a quiet dinner. I'd like to know what's going on with you. I figured you'd feel more comfortable talking to me alone."
    "That sounds like fun."
    "After dinner, I thought we could go bowling. I don't know how long it'll be before you start hanging out with your friends, so I want to make the most of this evening."
    "I always have time for you, Mom." I flipped through the CD case. "Where are the oldies?"
    "Already in the CD player." Mom turned it on.
    Even though we couldn't carry a tune if our life depended on it, we sang the lyrics to the Oldies at the top of our lungs. At the edge of town, we resorted to humming and bobbing

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