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“I know I can. I promise I will if I need to.”
He continued to ask me about Blane, and he was relentless with his questioning. I finally admitted to him that Blane didn’t know anything about running, including the fact that it was a real sport. He found this to be absolutely hysterical. Blane was also very interested in fancy cars, which I had absolutely no interest in. The only real thing we had in common was football, but I realized that I only liked to talk to Daniel about football.
Daniel seemed excited to hear me say that. But I told him that I would not go back on my word and that I would go with Blane to the party, and he understood. I told him Blane was not a bad guy; we just didn’t know him very well yet. We both laughed some more when I told him that I wanted to have at least two dates under my belt anyway. Daniel got ready to go home, and I was exhausted and more than ready for bed.
We agreed to meet at 7:00 a.m. for our Saturday morning run. We had so much more to talk about now. We hugged one more time, and he kissed me on the top of my head.
“You aren’t bad for a late bloomer, Charlotte Ford!”
Charlotte and I met early Saturday morning for our run. We talked about what had happened on Friday night, and I think she was feeling better about everything. I had convinced her to talk to my mom about a few things, and she seemed comfortable with the idea. I hated the thought that she was at a restaurant scared, nervous, and alone—well, if you didn’t count the douche bag that she was with who didn’t even bother to walk her to the door. I agreed to drop all “Blane bashing” until I got to know him better. I had absolutely no intention of getting to know him better, so I resolved to keep my thoughts to myself until she got to know him better and realized he was a prick.
Sunday night Charlotte had dinner with my family, and Lenora joined us as well. Jack Sr. was working late. We all found it strange that he would be working on a Sunday evening, but no one said a word for fear it would upset Charlotte. She had enough on her plate.
My mom and Charlotte ended up having a nice, long talk out front on my mom’s favorite porch swing. I could tell that Charlotte felt much better when she came back inside to find me. She didn’t want to talk about it, but she gave me a thumbs-up and a smile.
The next week flew by. Everyone at school was getting excited about the first game of the season on Friday night. Charlotte was busy with her training, and I was busy with football practice, but we had dinner together every night that week and we would talk about our day. We couldn’t help but laugh about Blane’s daily visits to our lunch table and how I hadn’t made one rude comment to him in days. This wasn’t because I didn’t want to but because I had promised that I wouldn’t. Charlotte could tell it was killing me, but she was thankful that I stuck to the deal.
Friday at lunch everyone was talking about the game and about the party at Johnny’s afterwards. Kathleen and Steph were very excited that Charlotte would be going to the party because it was rare to see her out. I wondered how she would handle the fact that there would most likely be alcohol there, and people hooking up, and God knows what else. I would be able to keep my eye on her (and on the douche bag), so I felt good about that.
“Hey, Charlie,” Blane said as he approached our table. Even the way he said her name made me cringe.
“Hi, Blane,” she said quietly.
“You’re still driving with me over to the party after the game, right?” he inquired.
“Sure, I’ll find you after the game,” she replied.
“Great. Don’t forget to cheer me on tonight,” he said as he glared in my direction.
“Oh, OK, I will.” She smiled awkwardly at him.
Don’t forget to cheer me on? Seriously? What a prick. I bit my tongue and smiled at her. We both just started laughing without saying a word.
The stands were
“I know I can. I promise I will if I need to.”
He continued to ask me about Blane, and he was relentless with his questioning. I finally admitted to him that Blane didn’t know anything about running, including the fact that it was a real sport. He found this to be absolutely hysterical. Blane was also very interested in fancy cars, which I had absolutely no interest in. The only real thing we had in common was football, but I realized that I only liked to talk to Daniel about football.
Daniel seemed excited to hear me say that. But I told him that I would not go back on my word and that I would go with Blane to the party, and he understood. I told him Blane was not a bad guy; we just didn’t know him very well yet. We both laughed some more when I told him that I wanted to have at least two dates under my belt anyway. Daniel got ready to go home, and I was exhausted and more than ready for bed.
We agreed to meet at 7:00 a.m. for our Saturday morning run. We had so much more to talk about now. We hugged one more time, and he kissed me on the top of my head.
“You aren’t bad for a late bloomer, Charlotte Ford!”
Charlotte and I met early Saturday morning for our run. We talked about what had happened on Friday night, and I think she was feeling better about everything. I had convinced her to talk to my mom about a few things, and she seemed comfortable with the idea. I hated the thought that she was at a restaurant scared, nervous, and alone—well, if you didn’t count the douche bag that she was with who didn’t even bother to walk her to the door. I agreed to drop all “Blane bashing” until I got to know him better. I had absolutely no intention of getting to know him better, so I resolved to keep my thoughts to myself until she got to know him better and realized he was a prick.
Sunday night Charlotte had dinner with my family, and Lenora joined us as well. Jack Sr. was working late. We all found it strange that he would be working on a Sunday evening, but no one said a word for fear it would upset Charlotte. She had enough on her plate.
My mom and Charlotte ended up having a nice, long talk out front on my mom’s favorite porch swing. I could tell that Charlotte felt much better when she came back inside to find me. She didn’t want to talk about it, but she gave me a thumbs-up and a smile.
The next week flew by. Everyone at school was getting excited about the first game of the season on Friday night. Charlotte was busy with her training, and I was busy with football practice, but we had dinner together every night that week and we would talk about our day. We couldn’t help but laugh about Blane’s daily visits to our lunch table and how I hadn’t made one rude comment to him in days. This wasn’t because I didn’t want to but because I had promised that I wouldn’t. Charlotte could tell it was killing me, but she was thankful that I stuck to the deal.
Friday at lunch everyone was talking about the game and about the party at Johnny’s afterwards. Kathleen and Steph were very excited that Charlotte would be going to the party because it was rare to see her out. I wondered how she would handle the fact that there would most likely be alcohol there, and people hooking up, and God knows what else. I would be able to keep my eye on her (and on the douche bag), so I felt good about that.
“Hey, Charlie,” Blane said as he approached our table. Even the way he said her name made me cringe.
“Hi, Blane,” she said quietly.
“You’re still driving with me over to the party after the game, right?” he inquired.
“Sure, I’ll find you after the game,” she replied.
“Great. Don’t forget to cheer me on tonight,” he said as he glared in my direction.
“Oh, OK, I will.” She smiled awkwardly at him.
Don’t forget to cheer me on? Seriously? What a prick. I bit my tongue and smiled at her. We both just started laughing without saying a word.
The stands were
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