Page 33 - The Life of A Teenage Girl (Stories About Finding Your Way)

THAT WASN’T THE PLAN

he’d be calling me; no boy had ever called me. Unless Jayson, but
forget him—he’d made me mad.

“Um, hi, Chris,” I answered the call.

Chris cleared his throat softly. “Hey, I’m glad you picked up.”
“Yeah, how’d you get my number?”

“Nellie. She gave it to me.”
I nodded, looking anywhere but the phone. “Oh. Why’d you call?”

Chris stammered, pausing in his sentences. “Um… I wanted to—
to ask you something. I hope you would… say yes.”

“Say yes to what?” My voice went low and soft—it sounded like

a low-pitched, weird voice. But I was actually thinking he wanted to
ask me something related to the boyfriend list I made, and maybe he

wanted more of that.
“Well, firstly, I know we’ve only been friends for about two days

and talked for a while, but I wanted to know if you would want to hang
out with me somewhere,” Chris said.

I raised my eyebrows. This truly meant something—something

significant. What Chris was trying to say was that he liked me. More
than a friend! And that he wanted to hang out with me.

“Oh, Chris, that’s lovely. Of course, I’d want to hang out with

you.”
He chuckled lightly through the screen, and for a second, it felt like

he was smiling just for me. “Really? Great, glad you said yes. I was
thinking of that new big park that opened last week.”

“Sure, seems cool. When?”

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