Chapter One

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"Come on, Mila, it might be fun!" Piper encouraged, trying to hide the fact that she was so frustrated that she may just start pulling her hair out.

I sighed once again and let myself slump back onto the bed. I knew whether I liked it or not, I was going to end up doing whatever Piper thought was best. It always happened, even when you think you're strong enough to resist her, you always end up falling into her trap. And this time, the trap was a date.

"I'm really not so sure. I mean, all the dates I've ever been on have ended terribly." I pointed out to her. This time, she groaned out of the agony of trying to deal with her stubborn best friend.

"You are positively the most stubborn girl I've ever met." She said, shaking her head. I smiled a little as she stood there not amused by my actions what so ever.

In reality, it wasn't that I didn't want to go on this date. The truth of the matter was I did. I really did want to go on a date. But I was afraid that it would end up like all the other dates I've been on. A disaster. And I wasn't sure I could take any more rejection.

"Mila Oakley Parker, you are a beautiful and talented young woman. I know this boy is the one! He's going to adore you." Piper expressed, trying to cheer me up. I couldn't help but crack a smile at her sweet words.

"Fine. " I said, deciding to take my defeat. "But it he ends up being a jerk like the last three, you owe me girl." I added, making the situation sound more appealing to myself. She only nodded, happy she had convinced me to go.

Although, about half way through Pipers specialty make over, I once again began to question everything. As she dolled up my lashes and applied gloss to my lips, I couldn't help but feel like the same thing was going to happen.

While Piper tried her very best to coax me into her dress, her attempts failed and I had won at least one victory today. Instead of a stuffy blue dress, I was convinced out of my Roots sweatpants and into an off the shoulder yellow sweater and light wash jeans.

As I peered at my reflection in the mirror, I took a deep breath. This was the one. This was the one guy who wasn't going to be a total disaster, the one guy in my life who wouldn't let me down.

And I couldn't help but smile as I thouht about the date. From everthing that Piper has told me about Will, he was a great person. He played hockey, was on the debate team and wasn't too hard on the eyes. In fact, we was to melt for. The odds looked like they were in my favour for once in my life.

With one more dab of lip gloss, I grabbed my purse and thanked Piper one more time. This was it, the moment of anticipation. It had come to a climax, and I had made up my mind that this would be last time going out for another year. After everthing that has happened, I needed time. I needed to let myself recover.

I slid into my black jeep and took one last deep breath before putting the key into the ignition. I backed out of our driveway and down onto the street. My mind wandered as I navigated the streets to the theatre where Will and I had arranged to meet.

Will had wanted to see the newest thriller, while I was not one to be scared out of my witts on a first date. We met in the middle and decided on an action movie, which was fine by me. I parked my car and got out to walk to the theatre. An eruption of butterflies took over my stomach. And then a wave of doubt passed through, I had a bad feeling going into this.

I stopped next to the bench on the outside of the theatre where Piper had told the two of us to meet. I stood for a few minutes, then sat down. I decided it would make me look less eager, plus my legs were already tired from standing.

As I sat there, I watched countless people come and go, purchasing their tickets and then heading into the theatre awaiting the movie. I fidgeted uncomfortably as I sat there. I glanced down to my watch, it had been fifteen minutes and he still wasn't here. I felt my heart sink a little.

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