Ahh. I finally updated. Hooray for Senior year! I have no life anymore, thanks to homework, Drama, and choir.
And no life tends to result in no time to write.
Currently, it's 12:30 on a Sunday night, so I'm more than likely going to regret this in the morning. However, I had inspiration and decided to finish this chapter. (It's been sitting around, half finished, for I don't know how long.)
Read. Review. Enjoy!
QUINN'S POV
TUESDAY
The days passed quickly and uneventfully. My friends and I waited anxiously for Friday. Although, I wasn't quite sure why my friends were so anxious. It wasn't as if they were the ones going on the date.
WEDNESDAY
I looked forward to my date with the mystery student. On a strictly scientific level, of course! It was merely an experiment. I could easily ace the assignment, plus I would have the best written report in the class. (Surely, we'd have to write a report. Our teacher seems to adore them.)
THURSDAY
I was ready to observe a blind date. I was sure that the element of surprise would be a large factor into how the date would go. I was also a little afraid. I didn't like not knowing. And not knowing who I was going to have to spend an entire evening with was very nerve wracking. But I was sure I could handle it. Of course I could handle it! I just wouldn't look on it as anything more than a project for class. And my 'date' as simply my lab partner...wearing normal clothing rather than a lab coat. It was just a science experiment, carried out in a slightly more social environment. I would go, record the data, and then it would be over. No stress. Just science.
FRIDAY
It wasn't until the actual day of the date that it hit me. I was going on a date. For the first time since Mark. Even though it was just an assignment for Psychology class, I hadn't even thought of how huge this could be for me. I had been single for such a long time. Maybe…whoever the person is…and I would hit it off. Maybe I wouldn't be single until graduation!
That prospect excited me…sort of. A bout of nerves came with the excitement. Lola, however, seemed intent upon dispelling them.
"You are going to look gorgeous when I'm done with you," she muttered, hovering over me. I have to admit, I was unnerved by the mischievous glint in her eyes. I think she was aware of that because she grinned and turned to face my portion of the closet. "Let's see…what should you wear?" She riffled through my belongings, obviously unsatisfied with what she found. "Hmm…" she wandered over to her clothes, muttering under her breath. She returned a few moments later with a low cut, long sleeve, deep blue dress.
"Change," she ordered, tossing the dress to me. Truthfully, I was afraid of what she would do to me if I didn't comply. She knew where I slept, after all. I quickly changed out of my clothes and into what she had chosen.
"It's perfect," she grinned.
"It's a bit…tight," I examined myself in the mirror. It wasn't terribly tight…enough that you could tell I had a figure, but not enough to be uncomfortable. And the color did suit me…However, I felt strangely self conscious. Lola, however, seemed to see right through me. She knew me all too well. That fact didn't surprise me, considering she had been my roommate so long. However, that was one of the times that I really did not appreciate her ability to read me.
"You're gorgeous. Now sit," she pushed me towards a chair and sat me down. "Make up time!"
The next hour was a whirlwind. Eye brushes, eyelash curlers, hair brushes, hair curlers…they all blended into a chunk of time that flew away before my eyes. Before I was even aware of what had happened, it was nearly time for me to go. Zoey, who had joined Lola in her crusade at some point, handed me a pair of heels that matched the dress.
"Put them on and you're good to go," she smiled. I slipped them on, if only to assuage Zoey and Lola. "Now go or you'll be late. Have fun!" My roommates practically pushed me out of the room. I only got a glimpse of myself in the mirror, but I had to admit that they had done a good job. I actually liked how I looked.
I walked to Sushi Rox slowly, my stomach in knots. What if my date was really short? What if he smelled bad? Or what if it was really a girl? Websites aren't perfect. Just look at what happened with the Spring Fling debacle! I had worked myself into a state of panic by the time I reached the restaurant.
Hesitant, I pushed open the door. The only person in the room was sitting at a table in the back, facing away from me. I froze, knowing who it was immediately. Maybe I could sneak away without him noticing. Maybe, just maybe, this whole thing was a horrible nightmare. I could wake up and be safely in bed. I pinched myself hard, hoping that my theory was correct.
It wasn't. I accidentally let out a squeak at the pinch. I wasn't dreaming. I was wide awake in what could quite possibly be my worst nightmare.
Logan turned around, having heard my utterance of pain.
"Quinn?" he asked in surprise. "Are you my date?"
