"Hi." Brooke heard it but kept walking.
"Hey, Brooke, wait up." She thought she was going crazy and increased her speed. She heard footsteps behind her, and suddenly, someone was holding her arm. She took a deep breath and turned to see him. She wasn't crazy after all. Lucas was looking at her, with that cute confused smile playing on his lips.
"You sure walk fast."
Brooke simply looked at him, dazed. What could he possibly want with me?
"I'm sorry to be wasting your time like this. But I was wondering if you want to go to the fair with me." Brooke couldn't think. God, she could hardly breathe. Did Lucas Scott just ask me out?
"I know, I know, I am probably the last guy you would think of going to the fair with. But I really, really hope that you would."
"Ok." She said, after what seemed like a hundred years, with as much strength as she could muster. Which wasn't a lot seeing that the guy of her dreams just asked her out.
"Really? Here's my number." And with that Lucas grabbed her hand, took out a pen and began scribbling the digits on her palm.
Brooke froze. She swore Lucas could feel her pulse running wild.
"I'll pick you up at around seven-ish?"
"Ok" But Lucas had already walked off, leaving Brooke to stare at his back.
You're such an IDIOT!
oOoOoOo
You're such an IDIOT!
Lucas felt like cursing himself as he banged his locker door with his forehead at the end of basketball practice.
Five hours has passed since he asked Brooke out and he still couldn't forget what an idiot he was.
Why did I write on her palm? She must think that I'm a weird freak now. And what kind of freak says 'seven-ish'? My grandma doesn't say seven-ish.'
She'd probably fake a sickness to get out of that date. God, she's gonna say she has SARS.
He looked at his cell. Should I call it off?