Jack POV

His name was Matt. He asked me out. I said yes. We were going out on Friday.

Oh God what was I thinking?

I took a deep breath as I headed to my next lesson. So I had only just come out to my friends this morning and already I had a date with another guy. Was it luck?

That and he was super-hot. With a lip ring and stretchers in his ears. I knew that looked didn't look good on anyone (a friend of mine back home tried it and looked awful) But he actually looked hot. He seemed really nice as well which was a bonus considering that I had never spoken to him until today. Maybe I should call him tonight? Learn more about him? Or would that be creepy? I didn't want to seem too eager. I had never gone out with a boy before.

I got my next lesson (I think it was English) sat down and started to think. Was going out with Matt a good idea? I couldn't really back out now. And I did really want to go. Ahhhh stuff it, I thought, I am going out with Matt on Friday and I'll be damned if I don't enjoy myself.

The rest of the day passes as a blur when all I could really think about was the boy that I had met today. Zack even noticed that I was zoning out when we got on the bus together.

"What's up man?" he asked "You look, ummmm deep in thought?"

I laughed "Yeah, everybody hide your children!"

We laughed together for a few moments before he calmed down first.

"No seriously man, what's up?"

I suddenly had an idea. Zack had been at this school for longer than I had. So he must know at least a little bit about Matt, I decided. But do I ask him? Ahhhh why not? What are friends for if you can't tell them anything?

"What do you know about a guy called Matt?" I asked before laughing at how open-ended that question was "I think he's the year above us, has a lip ring. . . " I trailed off.

"Oh" said Zack "You mean Mat Flyzik?"

I nodded not really sure if it was him or not but eager to hear whatever it was that Zack knew.

"Well From what I've heard he's a pretty nice guy" said Zack "Why?"

I shrugged "Just wondering" I said at the last minute deciding not to tell him about my date. What if he didn't want me to go? I wasn't going to let him ruin my fun.

The bus pulled up at my stop. "See you later Zack" I said and he nodded, saluting me. I laughed as I got off the bus.

I walked the short distance to my house before unlocking the front door and dragging myself up to my room. I collapsed onto my bed and pulled out my phone from my pocket. Scrolling through my contacts until I found the most recently added. Matt. I almost wished that I had a photo of him so that I could stare at it. That's not creepy, right?

I buried my head into my pillow and breathed deeply. Might as well text him before I forget, maybe even ask if I could call him?

I started typing him a message

'Hey Matt '

I froze, what else was I supposed to say? How are you? What are you doing? I decided with something simple.

'Hey Matt, was nice talking to you today, can I call about Friday?'

I hit send before I could second guess even sending him a message at all. What if that wasn't even his number? What if this was a joke? But he seemed so sincere when he asked me out, especially when he got all nervous and blushed. . .

My thoughts were cut off my phone vibrating in my hand with a reply from Matt.

'Hey Jack, I'm guessing? Sure call whenever you like '

I smiled at the message. He even put a corny little smiley face on the end and I laughed before finding his number and hitting the call button, holding the phone up to my ear.

"Hello?" he answered, his voice just as rough as it was today when he asked me out

"Hey Matt" I said

"Jack?" he said questioningly

"The one and only" I said with a small laugh, suddenly extremely nervous

"You ok?" he asked somehow sensing my discomfort

"Yeah" I said taking a deep breath

"Good" he said "So you wanted to talk about Friday?"

"Yeah" I said

"Ok, that's cool, what did you want to talk about?" he asked. He seemed so relaxed, how could I be this nervous when he was so relaxed talking to me?

"Ummm" I said "Well" I didn't really know where to start. Was it rude to just ask someone about their life that you had hardly ever spoken to before?

I heard him laugh on the other end of the phone "I don't think it's rude" he said "But if you wanted to know anything about me all you have to do is ask"

I slapped my palm against my forehead "Did I really say that aloud?" I groaned

He laughed softly again "Yeah you did"

"I guess I'm a bit more nervous than I thought" I said, my face bright red. I was suddenly glad that we weren't talking face to face.

"I get it" he said

"Really?" I asked, not really believing him

"Yeah" he said "Well we've only just met today and you essentially know nothing about me"

I nodded my head, forgetting that he couldn't see me.

"You must be freaking out a bit about Friday then, hey?" he asked

I let out a breath that I didn't even know that I was holding "Yeah" I said "Just a bit"

"Well Jack" he said, God how I loved the way he said my name. Could he just say it all the time? "There is no need to worry, ok?"

"Sure there isn't" I said almost sarcastically

"There isn't!" he said

"Fine" I said "I'll believe you"

I rattled off my address to him and he promised to be here at exactly seven o'clock Friday night. We talked for a little bit longer before hanging up. I threw my phone across my room. Hearing it thud against the floor before lying back on top of my bed. I still had almost no idea about what I was getting myself into on Friday, but at least I knew he really was friendly.