Rugged Daddy

“Yes, he did. I’m going on my first date!”

I threw my arms around my best friend as we jumped up and down. I was so excited for her. She had been crushing on Chance Fuller for an entire year, and she was getting to go on a date with him.

But a part of me was jealous that she was getting her dream guy.

I wanted my dream guy, too.

“When? Where is he taking you? Do you know what you’re wearing?” I asked. “Please tell me I can help you pick out your outfit.”

“Of course, you can. Who else would?” Jane asked. “We’re going out this Saturday night if my parents let me.”

“Oh, my gosh, what if they don’t let you?” I asked

“I’ll sneak out,” she said, shrugging.

“Jane! You can’t do that.”

“Why not? You can kiss the guy your parents let move in, but I can’t sneak out of the house to go on my first date? I might even let him touch my boob.”

“Wait, over the shirt or under?” I asked.

“Under,” she grinned.

“You wouldn’t! Jane, that’s like an open invitation to have sex.”

“Yeah. And?”

I gawked at my best friend as she strutted around my room.

“I couldn't think of anyone better to lose my virginity to. And it would be perfect. My first kiss, my first date, and my first time? In the same week? It would be perfect!”

“Jane, you can’t have sex with Chance.”

“And why not?” she asked. “Because you can’t have sex with Grant?”

I felt my cheeks flushing hot as Jane sat down on the bed next to me.

“If it makes you feel better, I do think Grant likes you,” she said.

“Wait, you do?” I asked. “How? Why? Did he say something?”

“No, not really. He does ask me sometimes how you’re doing.”

“He does? Why would he ask you?”

“I don’t know. It’s kind of weird, but sometimes I catch him staring at you.”

“What? Why didn’t you tell me? This is massive.”

“It’s just some looks. Not nearly the same kind of looks Ike gives you,” she said.

“But Grant isn’t like Ike. He doesn’t wear is heart on his sleeve. Grant’s mysterious. And quiet. And wild.”

I felt a smile trickle across my cheeks as I sighed.

“You’ve got it bad for him,” Jane said.

“I do. You’re not pulling my leg on this, are you?”