“Thanks. I hope it’s soon,” she says before rushing out of the room to do something else I suppose.
“There you are. What are your plans for tonight?” Rebecca one of the sorority sisters asks me.
“I don’t have any plans,” I admit.
“Well you do now, and it’s to go on a date with me,” she says a little too excitedly.
“What?” I ask confused.
“A double date, sorry. I’m a little excited. I’m going out with Rob and he’s bringing his friend Austin. I told him I would bring a friend, so will you please, please, please come along?” she pleads.
“Sure,” I say excited. I’m definitely up for something different.
“Oh my gosh, thank you so much Haley,” she screams while she jumps up and down.
“So when and where?”
“Tonight, we are going to meet them at Mistro’s at 6:00 p.m., so be ready!” I glance at the clock and see I’ve got plenty of time.
“Sounds good, I’ll be ready.”
“Be ready for what?” Quinn asks as she walks in the room.
“Haley’s going on a double date with me tonight,” Rebecca says excitedly.
“Nice, well good for you,” she says approvingly.
“Should I wear anything specific?” I ask curiously.
“No, whatever you want is fine,” Rebecca says, “Okay, well I’m off to start getting ready,” she says before she leaves the room.
“What time’s the date?” Quinn asks.
“Six.”
“So why is she getting ready now?” she asks confused, because it’s not even 3:00 p.m. yet.
“No idea. So you want to hang out before my big date?” I joke.
“Hell yeah.”
“We head into the social room, which is a huge living room in the sorority house. There are multiple couches and a television. This is where we gather to hang out. We hang out with a few of the other girls whom are already sitting so we sit and gossip. What else is there to do?”
Before I know it, I need to get ready for my night out with Rebecca. I grab a quick shower before I decide on a red plaid skirt with a black tank top since it’s hot outside. I match it with my black sandals and go light on my make-up. After blow-drying my hair I let it down and straight.
“Damn you look hot,” Quinn announces as I walk out of the bathroom.
“Thanks,” I say as I take a look at myself in the mirror one more time.
“I need to borrow that skirt.”
“It’s not too short is it?” I ask as I try to get a better look at the back in the mirror.
“No, you’re covered, it’s good.”
Just then Rebecca rushes into our room, “You ready? Holy shit you look hot,” she says as she takes in my appearance.
“Thanks. You look great yourself,” I state. Rebecca’s in a navy shift dress that has spaghetti straps. It fits her perfectly though and she has silver flats on that match her jewelry. She has her blonde hair curly tonight and the curls are calm and cute. “Yes I’m ready,” I say as I grab my wristlet quick.
“Have fun ladies,” Quinn says before Rebecca and I head out the door. A couple of the girls stop us before we get out of the house to compliment us on our outfits, but thankfully, we are able to get out and on our way.
“Should I drive separately?” I ask confused.
“No why?”
“Are you going to be leaving with Rob?”
“Oh, crap, maybe, do you mind driving?”
“That’s fine,” I say feeling happy with me behind the wheel. I drive us to the pub and park outside. The parking lot isn’t full, which goes to say there probably isn’t a crowd yet. This is a restaurant slash bar type of place, but at night it can get pretty busy for those who are legally allowed to drink.
“Shit, you aren’t 21 are you?” Rebecca asks.
“No, I’m 19.”
“You won’t be able to drink here.”
“That’s fine,” I say as we head inside. It doesn’t take long for Rebecca to spot Rob, because she starts walking faster towards him and the guy I’m assuming is Austin.
She makes introductions and we end up sitting at a booth, me beside Austin and Rebecca beside Rob. It makes it a little difficult to talk when you’re sitting side-by-side to your date.
“You look amazing,” Austin states as he clearly checks me out.
“Thanks,” I say to Austin who is actually a real, good looking guy. We make small talk before the waitress comes to take our orders. “May I have a water?” I ask as the rest of the table except for Rebecca stares at me.
“She’s not 21 guys,” Rebecca tells the two of them.