Chapter 2~Date

~letter~

Love. Such a silly word, but yet, full of meaning. People say that love comes from the heart, when really it's just hallucinations and acid from the brain that makes up likeness of a person, and causes them become an emotion. Why do people call kissing, hand holding, goodnight texts, and dates, love. I mean really, love is about tolerance, caring phone calls, and appreciation of the other person. But I guess we all have different definitions of love.

I guess I'll check in with you later.

Yours truly, Callie

"Guys this is ridiculous." I complain to Laura, Naomi, and Sara. "No it isn't!" They all yell in unison. "We've been over this, and wether you agree or not it will work." Naomi adds. "Whatever" I huff. I guess there is no point in arguing in an argument you won't win, right? You probably would like to what I'm arguing, no, losing, about. Well, you know how Laura and I went shopping yesterday, apparently she bought some clothes for me with out my consult, forced me into them this morning, along with new shoes, and did my hair. Now you maybe thinking "How are you complaining about that!" Well, I don't know if you've picked up on the fact that I hate this kind of stuff. I'm perfectly content in a T-Shirt and jeans, but no, not with Laura. I'm now in an extremely exposing top, even if it looks really cute on her, it doesn't look good on me. Also, I'm in basically a mini skirt, and wedges I am having trouble walking in. But I must say, she did a kick-ass job with the hair and makeup. It's simple foundation, eyeliner, mascara, light pink eyeshadow, and some nude lipstick. My hair is in a half up-half down ponytail, with soft waves going down my back. They did all this because they told me that Evan is planning on asking me out on a date tonight, which I highly doubt, but whatever, it's not like they were going to listen to me. We are just now pulling up to school, and I'm dreading having to walk into school wearing this, but I don't really have a choice now.

~time skip to last class~

I can't believe it. I have gotten so much attention today because of what I'm wearing. It frustrates me, but at the same time I'm grateful. I'm now sitting in my last class for the day, English AP. This is absolutely my favorite class. We are free writing right now and I'm writing in my journal. All of a sudden there is a piece of folded up paper on desk. I look around and Evan is looking at me expectantly. I cautiously open it up. After I finish reading it, I smile I think the biggest smile I ever have. I look up at Evan and nod my head yes. He smiles back at me. Inside the note it says;

Dear Callie,

It would be an honor to let me take you on a date tonight at 7:00.

Will you go on the date with me?

Yours, Evan

I am going on a date with Evan Mayor! I can't wait to tell the girls!