history."
"What? History? I, I don't understand."
"The class we have tomorrow is history." The smile on his face was wide and Abby could see that his eyes were glowing with laughter that he was holding back, "So I was referring to the class."
"Right, sorry I knew that. I, um, just got confused I guess." She looked at the ground as she spoke. How could she not realize what he had meant? All Abby could do was blame it on the haze still lingering in her brain. She started to walk away with a small smile for him, when she realized she did not pick up her things. As she turned around to get them, Westly was already on the ground placing the books she had out into her bag.
"You want to take this with you?" Westly did not look at her as he said it, and Abby was glad, her face was burning red-hot.
"That would help, wouldn't it?" As she grabbed her bag her hand lingered against his; it was so warm. Abby pulled her hand and bag away slowly and thanked him.
Heading back to her room, she wanted to scream and laugh at the same time. Westly, that was his name. Wow. In her brain she was acting like a crazy woman, but she didn't care. She was holding herself together and hoping that it would pass. If not, she was going to at least wait until she got back to her room to act like a fourteen-year-old at an N'SYNC concert. She had to see him again, and she could not wait until she did. Abby was almost at her dorm when she heard her name being called. As she turned around Westly was walking briskly toward her and calling her name. When he finally reached her it was with a broad smile.
"Um, I was going to get an early dinner off campus; did you want to maybe join me? I know you said you were expecting a call, and well I mean, if you have other plans tonight, or um, if you just don’t want to go with me, then I understand." He looked down at the ground; did he even want her to say yes?
"Where were you going to go?"
"Off campus to Abe's dinner; they have great burgers there."
Abby could not believe her ears or her eyes. Yes she was going to go, anywhere. "Sure that sounds great. I was thinking about dinner anyway. I can talk to my aunt later; it's fine." She knew she was really only thinking of him, but he didn't need to know that. "Just let me take my bag up to my room. I'll be right back."
"I have to go back to my room and drop off my book too. Um, do you want me to wait for you or just meet you outside in five?"
What did she want to do? Maybe if she had five minutes she could freshen up or change.
"Um, yeah. Lets meet in five. In front of your dorm or mine?" Did she just admit she knew where he lived? No, he would not think that, or would he?
"I'll meet you here, but if you don't see me just start walking toward Butler Hall, and I'm sure we will find each other."
"Alright see you in five or so." Thank goodness he didn't read into what she had said the way she was afraid he would.
"Ok, and um Abs, thanks for joining me for dinner."
"Oh, you're welcome; it will be ... fun I'm sure." She knew she needed to leave right then or she was going to say something stupid.
As she went inside she really wanted to scream this time. She didn't even wait for the elevator but instead ran up the stairs. The phone call from her aunt could wait. Melissa wasn’t going to like it and maybe even freak out, but she could find an excuse later. It was only dinner; it wasn't like she was going far away without telling anyone.
Inside her room Abby fell into her bed and yelled into the pillow. When she was done with that, she threw on a clean sweater, pulled her long hair out of the ponytail and ran a brush through it. She decided to leave it down as she looked in the mirror. Did she look all right? Abby thought she was so plain; the only thing that sparkled about her was her eyes. With the thought of Westly on her mind, they looked like huge emeralds that someone had put under a strong light. She grabbed Melanie's pink tinted lip-gloss off the counter
"What? History? I, I don't understand."
"The class we have tomorrow is history." The smile on his face was wide and Abby could see that his eyes were glowing with laughter that he was holding back, "So I was referring to the class."
"Right, sorry I knew that. I, um, just got confused I guess." She looked at the ground as she spoke. How could she not realize what he had meant? All Abby could do was blame it on the haze still lingering in her brain. She started to walk away with a small smile for him, when she realized she did not pick up her things. As she turned around to get them, Westly was already on the ground placing the books she had out into her bag.
"You want to take this with you?" Westly did not look at her as he said it, and Abby was glad, her face was burning red-hot.
"That would help, wouldn't it?" As she grabbed her bag her hand lingered against his; it was so warm. Abby pulled her hand and bag away slowly and thanked him.
Heading back to her room, she wanted to scream and laugh at the same time. Westly, that was his name. Wow. In her brain she was acting like a crazy woman, but she didn't care. She was holding herself together and hoping that it would pass. If not, she was going to at least wait until she got back to her room to act like a fourteen-year-old at an N'SYNC concert. She had to see him again, and she could not wait until she did. Abby was almost at her dorm when she heard her name being called. As she turned around Westly was walking briskly toward her and calling her name. When he finally reached her it was with a broad smile.
"Um, I was going to get an early dinner off campus; did you want to maybe join me? I know you said you were expecting a call, and well I mean, if you have other plans tonight, or um, if you just don’t want to go with me, then I understand." He looked down at the ground; did he even want her to say yes?
"Where were you going to go?"
"Off campus to Abe's dinner; they have great burgers there."
Abby could not believe her ears or her eyes. Yes she was going to go, anywhere. "Sure that sounds great. I was thinking about dinner anyway. I can talk to my aunt later; it's fine." She knew she was really only thinking of him, but he didn't need to know that. "Just let me take my bag up to my room. I'll be right back."
"I have to go back to my room and drop off my book too. Um, do you want me to wait for you or just meet you outside in five?"
What did she want to do? Maybe if she had five minutes she could freshen up or change.
"Um, yeah. Lets meet in five. In front of your dorm or mine?" Did she just admit she knew where he lived? No, he would not think that, or would he?
"I'll meet you here, but if you don't see me just start walking toward Butler Hall, and I'm sure we will find each other."
"Alright see you in five or so." Thank goodness he didn't read into what she had said the way she was afraid he would.
"Ok, and um Abs, thanks for joining me for dinner."
"Oh, you're welcome; it will be ... fun I'm sure." She knew she needed to leave right then or she was going to say something stupid.
As she went inside she really wanted to scream this time. She didn't even wait for the elevator but instead ran up the stairs. The phone call from her aunt could wait. Melissa wasn’t going to like it and maybe even freak out, but she could find an excuse later. It was only dinner; it wasn't like she was going far away without telling anyone.
Inside her room Abby fell into her bed and yelled into the pillow. When she was done with that, she threw on a clean sweater, pulled her long hair out of the ponytail and ran a brush through it. She decided to leave it down as she looked in the mirror. Did she look all right? Abby thought she was so plain; the only thing that sparkled about her was her eyes. With the thought of Westly on her mind, they looked like huge emeralds that someone had put under a strong light. She grabbed Melanie's pink tinted lip-gloss off the counter
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