Letters In Love, Save me from the Ballet?
Lilly's Pov-
"I-I don't get it? Why aren't we aloud to pick dates ourselves?" I ask my friend Christofer who's filling out a special paper so he can be matched up with another male. He's bisexual but seems more attracted to guys right now, yes right now at least.
"Because apparently its to show a level of diversity in our school." He answers for the third time straight. I still can't comprehend what he means by diversity, whats the difference if we pick? It seems silly for the school to tell us who we can date. What if I get matched up with some jock who tries to touch me, I won't have a problem punching him out. Is that what they want at the ballet? Hmm its almost tempting to protest but what realy is the harm, I have no enemys. At least I don't know of any.
"Lilly Orok!" I hea them call out my name, I move quickly to the front desk and grab a slip of paper from one of the secretary who has the most fakest looking grin plastered on her face as she calls out another name.
I look down at my slip nervously, I'm really hoping its not some crackhead nor a jocky.
"Oliver Shrill?" I say aloud to myself, I don't know this kid at all, I never even heard of him.
"Who'd you get Lil?" Chris ask coming up from behind me and snatching the paper out of my hands.
"Oliver Shrill?" He says questioning the written down name as well. I laugh at his confused face before he hands it back to me and shrugs having no idea who that is.
I turn inside myself wondering what he looks like, will I like him, or will I absolutely hate him? Is he a jock, pot head? I need to know these things.
"Alright kids, find your dates and the rest of the day is yours to get to know that person!" The princible, Ms. Elliot, says happily. She leaves the cafeteria filled with teenagers alone, wow she wasn't exactly a genius but who am I to care?
"Oliver Shrill?" I ask holding up my piece of paper, no one turns so I search deeper into the crowd for the mystery boy. Finally I spot someone holding up a piece of paper with my name scibbled on it. "You must be Oliver Shrill?" I say holding out my hand to shake his, he stares at it for a moment than ignores it and nods. He obviously has no intention of getting to know me. I wonder if he'll fake being sick to get out of it, "Umm, well I guess your my date to the Ballet." I say with a smile. This couldn't be anymore awkward right now, thats for sure.
"Yeah, too bad I already had my date planned out. I guess you'll do." He says eyeing me up and down checking out my body and every one of my curves. He smirks when he reaches my eyes seeing that I have a shocked expression and my cheeks are flushed bright red. Ugh, maybe I should fake being sick?
