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"So, he asked you out?!"

"Yes." I sighed.

After getting home from work, I'd immediately dialled Jade's number. She'd want to know what happened, and I kind of wanted to tell someone about it. Obviously Camille couldn't find out, otherwise the plan would be thrown back into action.

"Tell me you said yes," She begged. "If you said no I will come over there and kill you with the kitchen knife."

I smiled in amusement. "Yes, I said yes."

She squealed loudly, causing me to hold the phone away from my ear until it ended.

"OMG! Do you have any idea what this means?"

"No, not really." I replied, leaning back against the headboard.

"I can finally come over and help you get ready for the date! I've never helped you get ready for one, well except the date's with Dylan but let's not get into that. Anyway, how did Camille take you dropping out of the plan?" She asked.

I sighed. "Not good. She made me take the bus and I was late for work. Hell she didn't even talk to me when I got home. Just slammed her bedroom door like a little kid."

Jade scoffed. "Let her slam doors, hell let her smash the whole house, just don't give in to her again. I know how bad your guilt-trip tolerance levels are."

"I know, I'm actually feeling pretty guilty about it now to be honest. I mean, without her I wouldn't have met the guys, the least I can do is..."

"No, no, no!" She exclaimed, cutting me off.

"What?"

"You know what. Don't think about it, because the more you think about it the guiltier you'll feel, and before you know it you'll be running errands for your slutty sister like you usually do."

"Jade!"

"You know I'm right, about it all. Just please don't let her get to you again Grace."

"Okay, I won't." I promised.

"Grace," She said warningly.

"I won't!"

She sighed. "Good. Now, where did he ask you to go?"

I sighed in relief, inwardly thanking her for changing the subject.

"This diner, where I first met them both. Told me to be there tomorrow at five, he knows I'm pretty busy for the week."

"You told him you're still a minor?" She asked, surprise clear in her tone.

"What? Heck no! I just told him the times I was busy and he didn't push, it actually surprised me a little. But he said he doesn't care how busy I am, he still wants to see me." I shrugged.

"Aw, that is adorable. Maybe I should've helped with your plan, I could've taken the other one."

I laughed. "Murphy? He's the one Camille slept with."

"Who cares!? He's hot and experienced." She exclaimed.

I narrowed my eyes slightly. "How do you know he's experienced?"

"Because all older guys are." She replied in a 'duh' tone.

"You have no idea. Anyway, I gotta go make dinner."

"Okay, but you have to let me know how tomorrow night goes. If you don't then I'll never let it go, and I'll let our whole class know that you're dating an older guy."

"You'd never do that to me Jade." I smiled, knowing her threats were empty.

"I could! Anyway, guess I'll see you at school tomorrow. Later bitch."

"Bye Slut."

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I headed towards the front door, attempting to be silent so that Camille didn't hear me.

She hadn't spoken to me since our argument, and while it was good, it was also bad. Camille was sneaky, and she had a strange liking for revenge. So for all I knew she could've been planning something against me. But I didn't have the energy to think about it, whatever Camille decided to throw at me, I could probably handle it. She was my older-sister after all, and we knew each other better than we knew ourselves.

I gently took hold of the doorknob and turned, slowly pulling the front door open.

"Where you going?"

I jumped and slammed the door shut, spinning around to see Camille. She leaned against the wall next to the living room doorway, arms crossed with her eyes narrowed.

"Just out with Jade." I shrugged, trying to sound casual.

"Really?" She asked sceptically.

I nodded. "Yeah, she wants me to go on a date with her boyfriends friend. We're going out together, she wants to keep him happy and I'm a sucker for guilt-trips. But I made you some food and left in the microwave, I probably won't be home until later on."

Camille nodded slowly, seeming to buy it, but I couldn't be completely sure.

"Okay, have a good night." She said before entering the kitchen.

I sighed in relief once she disappeared from view and opened the door again, rushing out of the house.

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I waited outside the diner for Connor, sitting at one of the outside tables.

Saying I was nervous would be an understatement. I hadn't gone out with anyone since Dylan, and that had ended badly. But I just had to keep reminding myself that it was one week, one week for Connor to do whatever it was he wanted to do. He could do every romantic thing in the book - if there was one - but it wouldn't change my views on guys. Sure he was nice, but he could change his mind at any moment. Decide he wanted a pretty blonde instead. So I wasn't getting my hopes up about it.

"Hi there stranger."

I smiled at the familiar voice and looked up. "Hi Connor."

He nodded in greeting and sat at the opposite seat, leaning back while resting his arms on the table. "You look good."

"Really? That's strange because I just threw this on." I shrugged.

"You're not gonna make this easy are ye?"

"Nope." I smirked, crossing my arms on the table.

"Good, I do like me a challenge." He winked, leaning forward slightly.

I tilted my head at him. "Confident are we?"

"Jus' a bit."

"So, where's your brother tonight?" I asked.

"Out wit Roc'. Would ye be mad if I said that I didn' wan' him knowin' I was on a date with ye?"

"Nope. I don't want my sister knowing I'm on a date with you either." I replied, shaking my head.

"So, ye finally admit dat dis is a date?" He smirked.

I rolled my eyes. "No, it just slipped out that's all. I mean, what else do we call this? A one week trial?"

"One week trial? Kind o' the perfect term for dis I s'pose."

"Definitely. So that's what this is, a one-week trial. Think you can do it?"

"O' course I can! I'm Irish, we're an enthusiastic bunch."

I laughed. "Yeah, I'll bet."

"Tell me somethin' lass. Why don' ye want yer sister knowin' about dis?" He asked, eyes narrowed with curiosity.

I shrugged slightly. "Because, she doesn't need to know. Her relationships have been based strictly around sex. I mean, I don't think she's ever been on an actual date since she was a teenager. So her views on guys are a little different from mine. I mean, if I had told her she'd probably tell me to wear a push-up bra or something and a really short skirt. There's probably a lot more I could tell you about her advice, but you don't wanna know."

"Christ lass." He chuckled.

"I know right? Anyway, why don't you want your brother knowing about this?" I asked.

"Well because the ass would probably try an' interrupt. An' I don' wanna 'ave ta listen ta his remarks when I get back 'ome." He explained.

"That's a good enough reason as any."

He nodded and we fell into a small awkward silence, neither of us knowing what to say.

"So, I have a confession for you." I sighed.

He immediately looked up, an intrigued expression on his face. "Really?"

"Mhmm. I've never done this before." I admitted.

"What? A boyfrien' or a date?"

"Date."

His eyes widened slightly. "I thought ye were wit dat one guy?"

"Yeah, we were together. But we never went on a date, he asked me to be his girlfriend and I said yes. That's all there was to it." I shrugged.

He shook his head. "Fuckin' 'ell lass. Where's the lad now den?"

I sighed in thought, tapping my fingernails against the table. "I don't know. He uh, he left me a note one day saying that he didn't want to see me again. It tore me apart and I haven't gone out with another guy since."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it wasn't your fault. I shouldn't have told you that actually, makes me sound kind of sad." I said, feeling a little embarrassed by my revelation.

"Don' worry 'bout it, I've had girls say a lot worse." He reassured.

"Really, like what?" I asked, resting my chin on my hand.

"Well, this one lass actually started cryin' over 'er ex."

I smiled. "Let me guess, you acted like a supportive date, telling her it would all be okay. You wrapped your arm around her and let cry on your shoulder. Then she probably said that you were a great guy and she wished her ex had been more like you. Then you guys get closer and closer until you finally find yourselves making out. Next thing you know she's asleep and you're sneaking out of her apartment hoping that you'll make it back home before your brother wakes up."

By the expression on his face, I could tell I'd gotten it spot on.

"Ye wanna tell me 'ow the fuck ye know dat?"

"My sister and her friends like to talk." I shrugged.

He shook his head. "Nah lass, that's a pretty guy ting ta know. So how do ye know 'bout it?"

"One night I stayed over at a friends house. She has this older-brother and he had some guys over to discuss football or whatever. Anyway, there was this little vent that travelled from his room to hers, her dad filled it up so it's not there anymore but still. Those boys talked about some of their secrets, ways to get girls into bed, and I listened as carefully as I could. So, me and my friend know just about every trick there is to get a girl into bed." I admitted.

"Fuck." He muttered, staring at the table in thought.

"Still wanna trial me?" I asked, smirking slightly.

"Aye, I do." He confirmed.

"Why?" I asked, feeling slightly frustrated with him. "Everything I've said so far should have had you freaked out and hauling ass in the other direction. Why are you still trying Connor?"

"Well, firs' of all I like ye. Secon', yer a bit o' a challenge fer me an' I kind'a like et. An' las', I reckon I can change yer min'." He replied.

"Change my mind about what?" I asked, my eyes narrowed in confusion.

"'Bout men. It ain't hard ta tell yer used ta bein' aroun' jerks an' what-not. Now I'm makin' it me main priority ta change yer min'."

I smiled slightly. "You really do like a challenge don't you?"

He grinned. "Ye got no idea lass."