A Freshman and A Senior...Love?

A Freashman and A Senior...Love? Chapter 8

I looked over to the house across the street and saw a boy staring at me. I wasn't wearing anything, just my underwear.

I jumped to the floor and army crawled to my clothes.

I quickly put on my pants and a tee shirt.

I stood up and the boy was gone.

Weirdo.

How did he even get in the house? It has been empty since Mr. Mellor passed away.

I looked out the window and saw three people get in a car that was out side the house.

I watched the car drive way, then headed down stairs.

I was in the kitchen baking way, when my phone rang.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hey Alex, it's Travis"

"Hey," I said smiling. "What's up?"

"Nothing, I wanted to ask you something"

"Yes?"

"Do you want to go to the Little Café with me?"

"The Little Café?"

"Yeah, you never heard of it?"

I laughed. "No"

"Well, once again, you're privileged. Do you want to go?"

"Yeah, what time?"

"Around eight"

"Okay,"

"Cool, see ya" we hung up the phone and I did a little dance. I was going on my first date with Travis.

Did I mention I love that boy?

My mom walked in the door shortly after and asked my one hundred and one questions about my day.

When my baked goods were done I decorated then to make then look good.

"Alexandra, what about you dinner?" my mom asked.

I shrugged my shoulders as I put the icing on the cupcakes. "I forgot to tell you, a friend of mine is talking me to a place call the Little Café"

"When?"

"Tonight at eight"

"Who's the friend?"

"Travis Lee"

"Ooo, Travis Lee, that's a sexy name. What do you kids say, is it smexy?"

"Ugh, mom, please don't do that or say that. Travis and I are just friends,"

"Okay, just have fun, but not too much fun," she winked.

"Ugh" I rolled my eyes and ran upstairs to get ready.

At eight I was ready for my date with Travis.

He rang the door bell and my mother made it to the door faster than I did.

"Hello, you must be Travis" my mom said.

"Hello, Mrs. Oz, how are you?"

"Good-" I cut my mom off.

"Hey Travis, lets go. We'll be back before eleven thirty,"

"Okay," my mom called as I closed the door.

"Sorry about that,"

"It's cool, your mom's really nice,"

"So, where is the Little Café?"