I drove along the highway, squinting at the nearby road signs. I really needed to get new contacts.

My heart pounded as I drove faster, avoiding the near traffic backup in the next lane over. I usually wasn't this nervous before a first date. Sure, I was always nervous, but this one was…different. My palms were growing sweaty. I felt like I was back in high school again. I took a deep breath, coming to a stop behind a Jeep. The words Rian had told me earlier that day echoed in my head. "That's the way I felt when I went on my first date with Cassadee. Maybe that says something. You'll be fine, Jack. You are the original J.B."

Cass and Rian were scheduled to get married late August.

I snapped out of that thought, rolling down the windows, not caring about my hair. I needed fresh air. I punched the play button on my iPod. "First Date" by Blink-182 conveniently came on. I took it as a sign. I didn't care if the world could hear me. Hopefully it would calm my nerves. I started singing at the top of my lungs.

"In the car I just can't wait, to pick you up for our very first date!"

I continued like this all the way until I got down to the beach. The sun felt nice on my skin, and the wind had picked up the scent of sand, salt, and suntan lotion. I took a right at the stop light, just as instructed. I made my way past the BP gas station, going seven houses down on the left. There it was; a turquoise beach house with a Corvette. I had made it.

I parked my SUV behind the Corvette, fixing my hair. I was all good to go. I got out of the vehicle, twirling my car keys around my finger. I could at least appear to be confident even though my stomach felt like it was getting attacked by an army of butterflies. I walked up the steps slowly, ringing the doorbell. It was a minute before an attractive woman with blond hair opened the door.

"Hello," she smiled, "You must be Jack."

I returned the smile, "Yes ma'am. You must be Deb."

"Pleasure to meet you. Come on in!"

I did as I was told, being ushered into the household. It was simple and open, with white walls, bright, modern furniture, and colorful paintings adorning the walls. The highlight of the house was definitely the view. All you could see was the ocean, straight ahead, clear and never ending. The sun was setting, and the colors it made were gorgeous. I was amazed.

"You have a beautiful home. If you don't mind me saying, that's a kickass view."

Deb laughed. "Thank you! And it isn't just a kickass view, it's a badass view."

I nodded, agreeing. "To tell you the truth, I'm kind of jealous of that Corvette."

"You can take it tonight if you want."

"Are you serious?"

"Serious as a heart attack. I mean, why not? You won't kill anyone, will you?"

My first thought was Zack saying, "And we didn't want to die, so we didn't let Jack drive."

"Well, I've never killed anyone before. Does that tell you something?"

Deb laughed again. "Just try not to crash my Corvette."

I grinned, "I won't, I promise."

And then I saw her come down the steps, and my heart stopped.

She was beautiful.