Clyde's PoV
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After Bebe left, I felt like I could throw up. I didn't know what to think about what just happened. I mean...a hot chick comes wandering into my house out of nowhere, says she's liked me for a long time and practically begs me for just one date? I didn't believe it at first...but then again she did say that things were going bad with Kyle. Maybe she liked how I play on the volley-ball court?
I went to the bathroom and took a good look at myself in the mirror. Maybe I'm more attractive than I thought. As I studied myself it was easier to believe that the person looking back at me was good looking. He had to be...right?
I had to tell someone about this. The perfect candidate was Stan. Maybe he could comfort Kyle after their break-up. I called him up and told him what had happened. He was stunned, mainly because he didn't think that there were any problems between him and Bebe. He hung up, and after about 15 minutes he called me back and said that it was true that she and Kyle had broken up. I was feeling a bit better about this whole thing. It had to be true. Bebe liked me! I told Stan to try and smooth things over with Kyle. He said he'd try to make him feel better, but he didn't give a shit if Kyle was angry at me or not, I deserved it. They weren't going to beat me up or something, were they? I didn't do anything. I even thought about cancelling the date with Bebe...but she seemed so desperate.
I tossed and turned most of the night, thinking about the prospect of having a girlfriend. I've never had a girlfriend before. What do couples do? How different will things be for me? It all made me so nervous and sick to my stomach.
Then I learned something the next day that took all of that away. Wendy came over to my house, looking a bit apprehensive. I was stupid enough to think that another hot girl was coming over to my house to say she liked me. Not the case...at all.
She informed me that Bebe starting a relationship with me is most likely a sham. It turns out that there is a pair of luxury boots that will be available soon before her birthday and she's planning on getting them from me through my dad. She said not to take it personally, Bebe is just crazy for shoes and boots, and she's tried something like this before.
As much as it seemed like she was insulting me...it was hard not to believe. It made what happened yesterday make a lot more sense. I asked my father about the boots Wendy told me about. He was shocked. No one is supposed to know about them already. I then asked Wendy about it and she told me she has her sources. So for the most part her story checks out.
I felt stupid. Here I was thinking that Bebe actually wanted to go out with me. I thought a lot about telling her off. Maybe calling her a bitch in front of the whole school or something. What she was planning was down-right diabolical. Then I considered it further. This was going to be a golden opportunity for me. Now I didn't have to be nervous about everything, since she didn't want to be with me anyways. I could use this whole thing as dating and relationship practice. Oh, and she'll get hers in the end. What better way to punish her than to stiff her on her beloved boots?