A/N: sorry this is shorter than the last one but I didn't want to get into something to big so I thought I would stop here. You guys are great!
I spend the rest of the evening trying to do my homework but my mind is always drawn back to my revelation of earlier. I don't have crushes. The last time I had a crush was ninth grade. That was around the time I gave up the possibility of anyone liking me back and I just settled on the idea of dating my homework and books. I've never even been asked out on a date! Why did I have to like someone now? Ugh, stupid teenage emotions.
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The next day, for some reason, I feel like trying a little harder. I wear my hair down, something very rare for me. Although today I still am needing out in a Harry Potter shirt, it's a lot tighter than all of my others. I have no choice but to wear my glasses. Pairing this with trusty skinny jeans and combat boots, I'm ready to leave.
I step out of the house and lock the door, humming as I do so. When I turn around I'm shocked to see Austin parked at the curb. I freeze for I moment before I walk up to his car and knock on the window. He looks over at me and smiles, rolling down the window. "I thought I'd see if you wanted a ride."
I think about how far I would have to walk and weigh that with riding in a vehicle with a boy I may or may not have a crush on. I pick the very obvious choice getting in the car. I try not to blush when I notice him looking at my tight shirt and begin rethinking it. Maybe I should've stuck with my usual loose shirts. "Does it look bad? Should I go change it?" I am beginning to panic.
He looks at me and says, "No! No, it looks great. I just... didn't actually know what you looked like under those loose shirts."
Even when talking about something like this he sounds like a gentleman. I look down at myself, reading "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." The back says "Mischief managed." I always loved this shirt but stopped wearing it when I decided it was a bit too tight for my liking.
I look over at Austin and realize he is staring at me. We lock eyes and I start to feel awkward. I've never done well with eye contact. When I get uncomfortable, I blush and look down and he snaps out of it. He begins driving toward school.
School. Ugh.