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would expect
sex…
    “I can’t go on this date. I’m going to
call him and cancel.”
      I
went to go pick up my phone but Sabrina batted it out of my reach.
    “What the hell are you doing?”
    “Stop being such a prude, go on the
Goddamn date. If you do it, you do it. Don’t over think things, it’s not helping the situation. Go with the flow…Don’t you know how to do
that?”
    She didn’t know my past so there wasn’t
any way she would understand.
    “Do I look like the type of person who can go with the flow?” I hissed.
“I can’t have sex with Turner. I’m not going to have sex with somebody I hardly
know because that’s what usually happens. If he thinks he’s going to get in my pants then he’s going to be
disappointed.”
    “Then tell him no!” Sabrina exploded.
“If you don’t want to, then say no. It’s as easy as that! God!”
    Sabrina jumped off her bed and stomped
to the door.
    “I can’t deal with you right now.
There’s too much crazy here for me.”
    With a growl, Sabrina left the room and
slammed the door behind. I was left alone, in the middle of the room, with no
idea as to what to wear.
    What a great way to start the night.
    The date seemed so daunting.
    I slipped on a fire engine red skirt. I
matched it with a block halter top with a deep V that left little to the
imagination. Slipping on the pair of knee high boots that Sabrina insisted I
should wear, I gave myself a look over in the mirror. My hair was mussed in
waves around my face. Even without make-up I still didn’t recognize myself. Here
goes nothing.

 
    Eight o’clock on the dot there was a
knock at the door. I opened it to see Turner standing on the other side,
flowers in his hand, and a grin on his face.
    “Am I late?” he asked as I ushered him
into the room.
    There was still no sign of Sabrina but I
was okay with that. For once I embraced my solitude.
    “No, right on time,” I told him.
    Turner handed me the flowers.
    “Those are for you,” he said.
    “They’re gorgeous. Thank you.”
    Filling up a pitcher with water, I
placed the flowers in them, pulling the stems apart to separate the bunch. It
was the first time I ever got flowers before.
    “Are you hungry or anything? Do you want
something to drink?”
    “To be honest I’m too nervous to be
hungry or thirsty.”
    My heart melted at his comment. He was
nervous? To go out on a date with me? It was adorable
and relaxed my nerves too since I felt the same way.  
    “Don’t be nervous…” I said to him. “I’ve
been telling myself the same thing so we’re both in the same situation. I don’t
want our nerves to get in the way of the two of us having some actual fun, you
know?”
    Turner gave me a grateful smile.
    “I hear that this is supposed to be the
biggest concert of the year. A great kick off… Is that true?” I asked, trying
to change the subject.
    “Yeah,” Turner said. “Last year there
was a bond fire and carnival rides. It’s not just a concert, it’s a whole big
to do… Just so we have a bit of fun before the hell begins.”
    “Sounds like everyone is going to be
there…”
    “They are. Everyone wants to say that
they were there at the big kick off. If you aren’t there, you’re kind of lost
the rest of the year. People talk about the kick off for at least the fall
semester.”
    “So be honest with me… Is there a lot of
drinking at this thing?”
    Turner cocked and eyebrow and his smile
faltered.
    “A lot… No,” Turner said slowly. “But
there is drinking. Is that a problem?”
    “No… Of course not,” I said with a
laugh.
    I wasn’t about to tell Turner that I
didn’t drink; that I only had a couple drinks in my whole life. Nothing could
turn him off more than that, I figured. I didn’t want to sound like a complete
loser right away.
    “What’s your favorite drink?”
    “A jack and coke,” Turner said.
    “Well then you’ll have to get me one
tonight,” I responded with a wink. “I want to see