Peter, I decided to give Kevin a call and ask him
out. I was more determined than ever to make things work with him.
He was nice, employed, age appropriate, and available. On paper, he
was perfect and I desperately needed to move on from Cade
Fisher.
Kevin sounded very surprised and thrilled on
the phone. When he picked me up at my house for the date, he
confessed he thought he had no chance with me because our first
date didn't go too well. He thought he’d blown it so he never
called again. I assured him he hadn’t. That was not a complete lie.
That first date started out as a total disaster, but half way
through it, the geeky, awkward man started to grow on me.
It was Kevin’s idea we go see a movie. I
wasn’t much of a moviegoer but I figured a movie theater was the
perfect place for a low pressure, stress-free second date. With
Kevin by my side, I strolled around the theater lobby trying to
decide which movie I wanted to see among the ones playing there
that night. The pickings were slim to the say the least.
“ Are you kidding me?
Another Spider Man movie? Hollywood has officially run out of
ideas,” I remarked, staring at a poster for yet another superhero
movie remake. Big budget remakes and sequels made up the bulk of
the films playing that night in that theater. “No wonder people
have stopped going to the movies,” I added.
“ Do you want to go
someplace else? ” Kevin asked, eager, too
eager, to please. “There’s a small theater on the other side of
town that screens a lot of Indy and foreign films. Perhaps you’d
like the movies there better.” I was mulling the decision of
whether to sit through another lame, predictable blockbuster film
or go someplace else when someone behind me shouted my name in the
most annoying, shrill way possible.
“ Ms. MacDougal?” The
voice asked. I swung around and my heart
skipped several beats. There he was, the man of my fantasies and
dreams, the reason I couldn’t sleep at night. My beautiful mistake,
the impossibly gorgeous Cade Fisher stood before me with his arm
draped over the owner of the screechy voice that had just called my
name out. They say God has a wicked sense of humor. I agree. I also
feel He can go a little too far sometimes. This was one of those
times. I was out on a bullshit date, desperately trying to make
things happen with my rebound guy. The last person I needed to see
that night was Cade. Why did I have to run into him looking all
relaxed and happy while on a date with a ridiculously good looking
blonde who's half my age? It just didn't seem fair.
I plastered a fake smile on
my face and pretended I wasn't fuming with jealousy. “Valerie? What
are you doing here?” I asked, imitating
the stunning teen's phony, shrill tone. Did I mention Valerie was a
student of mine? Sigh. Like I said, the fella upstairs has a
perverse sense of humor.
Valerie Mason was your
typical high school popular girl: Pretty, every boy’s fantasy,
captain of the cheerlead ing squad, and not
a very good student. She was a ditz. There. I said it. Growing up,
I hated girls like Valerie but never really understood why. I got
over that hatred once I graduated high school and went to college.
But seeing Valerie with her skinny arms wrapped around Cade’s waist
made my disdain for perky, popular girls come back with a
vengeance. I wanted to gouge her pretty little blue eyes
out.
“ I’m on a date and it looks
like you are on one too,” Valerie giggled while flipping her long
blond mane back. She unwrapped her arm from Cade’s waist and
extended her hand to Kevin. “Hi. I’m Valerie. I’m one of Ms.
MacDougal’s students over at St Francis.” Kevin shook her hand and
introduced himself as my date. Valerie clung to Cade’s waist once
more and kissed him on the cheek.
Hate.
“ This totally gorgeous guy
here is my date , Cade. Cade, this is Ms.
MacDougal, my history teacher at St. Francis, and her date Kevin.”
She couldn’t stop