“No,” I gasped. “And say what?”
“I don’t know.” She laughed. “Wanna have lunch? Wanna talk? Wanna have wild, blow me away, passionate sex?”
“Get serious, Mona,” I said with blushed cheeks.
“Oh, my God,” she screamed, seeing my red face. “You do want to fuck his brains out! I love it!”
“Stop,” I said, laughing and holding my cheeks. “He’s hot. I mean, can you blame me?”
“Absolutely not,” she roared. “Call him. Do it. Do it now. Come on.”
“Fine,” I said putting up my hand. “But you have to be quiet.”
“Scouts honor,” she said holding up two fingers.
“You have a vagina. You couldn’t have been a scout.”
“Fine,” she responded, holding up a v. “Vagina honor.”
“That’s some serious shit,” I said as I scrolled through my phone.
“I know,” she said with a serious face.
I found Jason’s number on my phone and sat there with my finger hovering over the call button. I was completely freaking out, not knowing whether I should do it or check out and just go back to imagining him naked in my head. I tapped my foot loudly on the floor and closed my eyes, pressing the call button and holding it up to my ear. I looked over at Mona who was covering her mouth with her hands and squealing. I put my finger to my lips and shushed her as the phone rang in my ear.
“Hello?” His voice was deep, and I immediately thought about hanging up.
“Hey,” I said as Mona moved her hands to get me going. “It’s Tiffany.”
“Hey, how are you?”
“I’m good.” Not really. Not at all. I was feeling awkward. “I actually was calling to find out if you wanted to have lunch tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow?” he asked. I held my breath waiting for his response. “Yeah, that actually sounds perfect.”
“Oh, great,” I said, surprised.
“It’s funny,” he chuckled. “I was actually getting ready to call you and ask you the same thing.”
“Ha,” I responded with wide eyes.
“So, I’ll meet you at the Frisk? Like twelve thirty?”
“Yes,” I said excitedly. “That sounds great!”
“Awesome,” he said nervously. “It was good hearing your voice, Tiff.”
“You, too,” I said before hanging up the phone.
I looked over at Mona who seemed like she was holding her breath. I smiled and nodded my head, watching her jump from the couch and basically run me over. I laughed as she screamed loudly in excitement. I couldn’t believe I had just asked Jason out on a date. Well, a kind of date. I didn’t know what to call it, but my heart was racing and butterflies were pushing through my entire body. I didn’t know if this was right or wrong, but at that moment, I didn’t really give a damn.
Chapter 7
Jason
I sprung out of bed as soon as the sun came up, completely awake and ready for the day. Knowing I was going to have lunch with Tiffany was both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. I had never been this excited for lunch in my life, and I shook my head at the clothes hanging on the door. I had picked out my outfit the night before like some excited school girl. She was just a girl, but there was something more to it than I could explain. At that moment, I wished I had a friend other than my brother to talk to. I couldn’t tell him I was having lunch with Tiffany, and I no way in hell could I tell my dad, though I was completely unsure of what his reaction would have been. Instead, I had to keep it to myself, and I felt like I was going to burst. I hopped in the shower and let the water calm my nerves, using the aromatherapy body wash my mom had sent home with me because she thought I was too uptight and stressed out. To my surprise, it helped calm me, but only until I was out of the shower and staring at myself in the mirror.
I fixed my hair carefully, putting every single piece in the right place. My face was shaved the day before, so I still had that smooth but not too smooth look. I never liked how I looked right after a shave, like I had taken ten years off my face. I guessed I would enjoy that later in life. I sprayed some cologne on me before pulling on my suit and straightening my favorite silver and burgundy tie. I stopped as I passed the mirror, impressed with how professional I looked. Maybe I should force myself out of bed this early every day. Maybe my mother wouldn’t feel the need to buy me stress therapy products. I grabbed my keys and headed out of the house, grabbing a cab and plopping down in the back seat, slightly out of breath. As we drove along, I could feel the warmth of the holidays approaching and thought about the fact that maybe, just maybe, I wouldn’t have to spend them without seeing Tiffany’s beautiful face. I shook the thought from my mind, realizing I was getting about fifty steps ahead of myself.