I sat on the edge of my bed, still unsure of how to go about it. I had the crumbled up piece of paper in one hand, my cell in the other. I took a deep breath before dialing in the numbers.
"Hello?" a soft voice came into the phone.
"Hi Fiona" I said kind of hesitantly
"Who's this?" She sounded confused. I realized I should've said my name. Woops.
"Oh, uhm… this is Adam" there was a pause "Ya know? From the other day outside the school?"
She let out a small laugh. I couldn't make out its cause.
"Of course I remember you Mr. Torres."
Mr. Torres? That humored me.
"Well how are you Ms. Coyne?" I replied with an overdone formality.
She giggled and replied, "I'm doing just fine... currently working on some fashion ideas."
"Fashion huh?" I guess it came with the glamorous nature of a girl from New York.
"Yeah, I guess you could say it's my passion."
"Well, it's admirable that you know what you want."
"Well how about you?"
"Huh?"
"Are you still planning on taking me out sometime?" she hinted with a bit of excitement in her voice.
"Yeah, actually that was why I called. I was hoping you'd want to go get some coffee or something sometime…"
I waited breathlessly for her answer.
"I would love to."
"Great. How about this Friday? After school?"
"This Friday sounds great."
"Booyah!" I thought.
"What?" Fiona replied. I could hear a smirk on the other end of the line.
Shit, did I just say that out loud? My face flushed pink.
"Uhmmm nothing… I'm watching the football game." I quickly recovered.
"Hahah ok Adam, I'll see you Friday then."
"Yeah, see you then."
I hung up the phone, smiling ear to ear. Yes, I finally have a date with this girl. Well, it is a date right? Kind of, sort of? I asked her to go out and she said yes, and so it's a date, isn't it? I decided on leaving my hopes high and considered it as such. Now I just needed to find something other than a baggy t-shirt and some jeans to wear…