I turned around to see who had tapped me. Standing there with a smile on his face was Aaron Turner, a guy in my older sister Kellie’s grade. Trying not to be too obvious, I looked behind me to make sure it was me he was actually talking to.
“Hi,” I replied, still convinced he must have mistaken me for someone else.
“Are you having fun tonight?” he asked nonchalantly.
“Ah . . . yes. How about you?” I was still puzzled as to why he was striking up a conversation with me of all people.
“Yes, I am.” He paused. “You’re Kellie’s younger sister, Kate, right?”
“Ah . . . yes,” I repeated, sounding like a foolish little girl.
“I’m Aaron Turner, a classmate of Kellie’s.”
I couldn’t believe he was actually introducing himself as if I didn’t know who he was. He was only one of the most popular and hottest guys in our school, and every girl in a five grade radius wanted to date him. Unfortunately, though, he had a girlfriend.
“Didn’t you play on the varsity softball team this year?”
“Yes, I did.”
“I watched a couple of your games and thought you did a great job at short stop. Aren’t you only going to be a sophomore?”
Oh my gosh! He knows my name AND what grade I’m in. Wow—this is so cool!
“Yes, I am. You played varsity baseball, right?” The instant those words left my mouth, I felt like an idiot.
Duh, you big dummy. Of course he’s on the varsity team. He’s one of the best baseball players in our school’s history AND he’s going to be a senior.
By this point, I was ready to just walk away from him before I made a bigger idiot of myself, but he continued to talk to me like he hadn’t noticed my blubbering.
“I hope I’m not being too forward, but I was wondering if you would like to go out on a date with me tomorrow night.”
My jaw dropped to the ground, and I stared at him in disbelief. “You what?”
A smile came to his face. “I know we don’t know each other, but I’d really like to take you out on a date and get to know you.”
“But aren’t you dating Angie Sims?” I blurted.
This time he was the one caught off guard. “Actually . . . we broke up.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know that.”
“No need to apologize. It wasn’t a messy break-up or anything and we’re still friends. We just both decided that we wanted to enjoy our senior year of high school and not let each other influence what we wanted to do after graduation. But anyway,” he continued, obviously not wanting to talk about his ex-girlfriend, “would you be interested in going out with me tomorrow night?”
“Yes . . . I would like that very much,” I answered as casually as I could.
“Awesome. How does seven o’clock sound?”
“That works for me.”
“You live on Center Street, right?”
“Yes, the fourth house from the post office.”
“I’ll see you then.” Leaning over, he gave me a hug. “It was nice talking to you tonight.”
“You too,” I said as the butterflies in my stomach went crazy.
After walking away from him, I met up with my friends, who had all scattered like mice the second he and I began talking.
“Aaron Turner just asked me out on a date!” I squealed.
“Oh my gosh!” Liz shrieked her eyes wide with excitement.
The walk to Liz’s mom’s car consisted of six fifteen-year-old high school girls giggling and talking nonstop about how “Kate Stewart is the luckiest girl in the world!”
“He’s going to be here in three hours, and I’m so nervous I could puke,” I told my thirteen-year-old sister, Kristie. We were in our bedroom and she was lying on her bed reading a book while I was rummaging through our closet for something to wear.
“You’ll be fine,” she said matter-of-factly.
“What if he thought I was somebody else and asked me out on accident?”
Looking up from her book, she rolled her eyes at me and then went back to reading again.
What does she know? She’s just a kid. I thought to myself as I pulled a couple of shirts off of the hangers to try on.
“How’s it going, hot stuff?” I heard from behind me.
Kellie, my older sister, came strutting into our bedroom as if she owned it. Plopping down on my bed, she began sorting through the outfits I had chosen so far.
“Is this what you’re wearing?” The right side of her lip was turned up in disgust.
“Yes. Why? Do you think I’ll look stupid?”
“No, but it looks more like something you’d wear to a softball game. Hang on a minute,” she said leaving the room.
A couple of minutes later she returned with a tan skirt, black satin tank top and a pair of cute black flip flops.
“Here. Try these on.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
Kellie was crazy protective over her clothes, and even though she and I were about the same size, she was stingy about sharing anything with me.
“You have a date with Aaron Turner, and I have a reputation to uphold here. I can’t go having my younger sister looking like a slob.”
“Thanks!” I excitedly said as I tried on the outfit.
Three hours and a gallon of Aqua Net hairspray later, I nervously awaited for Aaron’s arrival. Kellie was out with her boyfriend, Kristie was in our room reading again, and Mom and Dad were in the living room watching television, while I stared nonstop at myself in the mirror above the couch.
My shoulder-length blonde curly hair and big bangs were puffed out as big as I could get them, and my blue eyes looked nice with the touch of pink eye shadow and black mascara. I opened my mouth to make sure I didn’t have any of the light pink lipstick on my newly “braces free” smile.
“How do I look?”
“You look beautiful,” Mom reassured me.
Just then a car pulled into our driveway.
“Oh my gosh! He’s here!” The nervousness I had been feeling all day doubled.
A second later, the doorbell rang. Dad got up from his chair to let him in.
I had been on a couple “friend” dates with guys in my grade, but we always went out with a group of friends. This was the first time I would be on a date by myself and this realization made me even more nervous.
“Hi Mr. and Mrs. Stewart. I’m Aaron Turner.” He reached his hand out to Mom and Dad.
“It’s so nice to meet you,” Mom said with an approving smile.
“Hi Kate,” he said shyly.
“Hi,” I said, taking in how handsome he was. He had on khaki shorts and a white short sleeve collared