Katy's POV

Anthony picked me up on Saturday for our date.

"So where are we goin'?" I asked him.

"It's a surprise, Katy," he said. He smiled at me with his charming smile.

"Okay," I said. Next thing I knew, he drove into a drive-in movie theater.

"You ever been to a drive-in, Kate?"

"No," I said. "And no one's ever called me Kate before."

"Well, how's about I start that," he said.

"I'm sorry, Anthony," I said. "I'd rather be called Katy. It's my given name, after all, and I like being called Katy."

"Alright, if you wanna be boring," he said. He sounded angry. I looked at him, hurt by that comment. His lips curled into a smile. "I'm joking," he laughed, "Ease up, Clutterbucket."

I let out a small laugh. It didn't sound like a joke, I thought.

"Oh," I said. I looked down. "Sorry."

"Look, the movie's coming on," he said, pointing through the windshield. It was a movie that came out April of this year called "Volcano".

"I've been wanting to see this movie!" I said happily.

"Yeah," he said.

A while into the movie, he said "Hey Katy," in a breathy, soft way.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked.

"Really?!"

"Yeah," he turned towards me. He cupped my chin with his hand and leaned in. He kissed me.

"Yes," I said. I smiled at him. He went in for another kiss. I pulled away. "The movie."

"Come on, just one more kiss," he said. The look in his eyes looked odd to me.

"Okay," I said, wearily.

He leaned in again and started kissing me again. This time, it was more aggressive. I didn't like that feeling. I pushed him away.

"We should watch the movie," I said. He sat back in his seat correctly and we finished the movie.

When he pulled into my parents' driveway, I was about to get out when he grabbed my shoulder.

"Sorry if you think I went too far earlier," he said. "I just can't help myself. You're so beautiful."

I blushed. He called me beautiful, I thought.

"I'll see you on Monday, Anthony," I said. "Thanks for taking me out."

"Anything for my girl," he said. "See you Monday, Babe."

My girl. Babe. I smiled. I went into my house.

"How was your date?" Mom asked. "Hope it wasn't too eventful."

"We just watched a movie," I said.

"What movie theater?" Dad asked, coming from the kitchen with a beer.

"Um, I don't remember the name," I said. "It was a drive-in."

"That boy didn't try anything on you, right, Katy Grace?" Dad asked.

"Right," I said. "He was a total gentleman."

"Good," he said. "If he ever mistreats you, tell me."

"I will, dad," I said.

I went to my room. I could still hear my parents talking.

"A drive-in," dad said.

"She said nothing happened, Charles," mom told him.

"I know, Angela," he said. "But you know teenage boys, there's only one thing on their minds."

"Trust our daughter," mom said.

"I do trust her," he said. "I don't trust boys. I just don't want out little girl getting hurt."

"She's not a little girl anymore," mom said. "She's growing up."

"She'll always be our little girl," dad said. I looked over at my lamp that dad had hand-carved for my 10th birthday and smiled.

Author's Note: "Sorry if you think I went too far earlier. I just can't help myself. You're so beautiful."— Can you hear the manipulation in that? Already placing the blame on her and making her think she was in the wrong when, in fact, he was. Not everyone can see that right away, especially when they are the one it is directed to.