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"People might hear you," I whispered. The waitress station was just a short distance from the tables. One of the customers could have been eaves-dropping.
"Are you worried about them knowing you're a virgin or that you want three men?" Sammy asked.
"Both," I hissed. My sex life, or lack thereof, was no one's business.
"Okay, I'm sorry. Go home, get ready for your date. Think of it as my apology." Sammy walked off, knowing I would accept.
I tipped out the busboys and Paula. She politely informed me that Barbara would absolutely be hearing about me leaving early. To ensure I would still have a job, I texted Barbara and let her know what happened. As I started my car, she replied that it was fine as long as I had coverage.
A few minutes later, I pulled up to my house. The first thing I did was look for Jake's truck in his driveway. It wasn't there, but his mom's car was. I wanted to tell her how much I enjoyed Gloria's but decided not to because she may not have known that Jake and I had gone on a date. She was always kind to me, but she may not have liked the idea of me going out with Jake. So instead of knocking on her door, I went inside my house.
My father charged at me and pulled me into a hug. I stood lifeless as he swung me back and forth. I hadn't expected him to be home. Even when he was supposed to be home, he barely ever was. When he finally released me, I gave him a quick half-smile and started up the stairs.
"That's it?" my dad's voice screeched as he spoke. "I haven't been home in weeks, and I get a forced smile."
"Uh, I'm in a rush." I shrugged.
"A rush? I was hoping we could go grab a bite or watch a movie. We barely get to spend time together, and I would love to catch you up on everything in my life." He grabbed the bottom railing and looked up at me with big pleading eyes.
"Can't. Maybe tomorrow. At least you will be home for this weekend." I chewed the inside of my lip.
"I gotta go back to work tomorrow night." He checked his watch.
"Oh." I wanted to scream at him. He could have changed his plans to be home with us. Instead of doing any of that, I averted the attention. "Why don't you ask Frankie to hang out tonight?"
"I already said no." Frankie walked out of the kitchen toward the front door. "I'm meeting Jake and Rex at the basketball courts."
"Why so late? And why no Matty?" I asked, my voice was way too high-pitched.
"Matty said he had plans. The courts have lights, and we are gonna hustle some high schoolers out of money," Frankie chuckled. "They think they are better than us. Rex is literally a multi-sport athlete. There isn't anything he can't play."
"But he is no Bo Jackson." My dad pointed at Frankie. That man always had to make sure everyone knew there was someone better than them in the world. I once said I wanted to be a dancer. He said I would never be a Maddie Ziegler. Frankie said he wanted to be a sports broadcaster. My dad let him know he would never be an Al Michaels. So as we got older, we stopped telling him our dreams.
"Well, on that delightful piece of news, I gotta go." Frankie nodded and walked out the door.
I rushed up the stairs and into my bedroom before my dad tried to make me feel guilty for going out instead of spending time with him. He was always like that, big guilt trips, and then he would leave early in the morning before Frankie and I got up. Ever since my mom passed away, my dad buried himself in his work and left Frankie to raise me. For the longest, I felt terrible for my dad. That was until Sammy made a very keen observation, he wasn't the only one to lose someone. Frankie and I lost our mom, and he gave no sort of comfort to us.
Pushing aside any more dark thoughts that would ruin the evening, I went to the closet and stared at the mess inside. After the date with Jake, I shoved all my clothes to the bottom and figured I would clean it up later. I didn't expect to have a date with Matty two days later.
Shit. What was I going to wear? I got on my hands and knees and started digging for something that wasn't wrinkled and would look nice. The date was just at Matty's house, so I didn't have to worry about dressing up, but I still wanted to look nice for him. I pulled out my phone.
Sammy
What am I supposed to wear?
Nothing. Go naked.
Please.
Jeans and a black tank top. Simple yet sexy. Oh, and wear socks and sneakers. You want to avoid going to his house, taking off your sandals, and walking barefoot.
Um, okay. Thanks.
Even though I wasn't sure why it would matter if I was barefoot or not, I took her advice. Sammy knew way more about guys than I did. It wasn't just about her experience with them. She could get them to do just about anything. During freshman year of high school, we all piled into the auditorium for some speaker about drug prevention. The entire school was forced to attend. When we were going to our seats, Sammy let me in the aisle first and just so happened to end up next to a really hunky senior. When we got up to leave, Sammy was wearing the guy's sweater. When I asked her how she did it, she replied, 'Witch magic.' I knew the truth. She had a way with men.
I showered and shaved everything. Not that Matty would be getting any action tonight, but there was no harm in being prepared. If I had any underwear that was provocative in the least bit, I would have considered wearing them. I didn't. So, I opted for a flowery pair with a non-matching navy bra.
Sammy had given me so much extra time that I sat on my bed staring at the ceiling. Seriously, who thought popcorn ceilings were a good look? I checked my phone every few minutes to see if it was time to leave yet. Time was going backward.
