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a nervous sweat. I have no clue what’s so important that he needs to talk to me over the phone, and the idea of it having something to do with the kiss from earlier makes my heart thump at a ridiculous rate. The nerves that are pumping through my body are so intense that I contemplate not calling him at all and acting like I never saw the message. But really, who am I trying to fool? There is no way I’ll ever be able to fall asleep without knowing what he wants. So, with shaky hands, I pull my cellphone out of my backpack and dial the number he gave me.
    “Hello?” he answers on the second ring.
    Taking a deep breath, I respond, “Is this Matt?”
    “Sure is. Is this Leah?” Matt says in a perky tone.
    “It is. I just saw your message. What’s up?” I respond as casually as possible.
    “I wanted to ask if you’re planning on going to the game this weekend?”
    That’s why he needed me to call him; to ask me about the game?
    “Um, I don’t know. Probably. Why?” I ask, confused.
    “Well, my best friend Collin and his girl Summer are coming down to visit this weekend to watch the game and they’re all about meeting you. I figured they could just tag along with you?”
    He’s told them about me?
    “Yeah, sure. Sounds good.”
    “Awesome! I feel bad that I’m not going to be able spend much time with them while they’re here, but I’m excited to have them finally meet you.”
    “Yeah, it’ll be fun.”
    Even though I’m scared shitless about meeting his friends from home and have no clue what he has told them, or how he refers to me. Worst of all, it’s going to be me...by myself...with them...for the entire football game. There will be no one to help with the awkward silence or to keep the conversation flowing. I’ve never met these people–have no clue about them–and, let’s face it, I’m not a very big people person. I stick to myself and I actually enjoy school, proud of my academic excellence.
    All I can picture is having to sit there, for god knows how long, with another jock-like guy and his Barbie girlfriend. However, hearing the excitement and warmth in Matt’s voice when he mentions them, I know that they’re important to him, so I will suck it up and do him this favor, trying to make the best of it.
    “Great! Well, I’ll let them know and I’ll keep you posted on the plans as we get closer to the weekend. Is this your cell number?” Matt asks, full of enthusiasm.
    “Yup.”
    “Perfect, I’ll program it in my phone,” he adds before we each say goodbye and end the call.

    Lying in bed, I can’t get comfortable.
    Every time I close my eyes, instead of turning off my brain to fall asleep the wheels are turning uncontrollably, picturing and wondering what is going to happen this weekend. I’m so overwhelmed with the series of events that have occurred in the last three days that I can’t wrap my head around what the hell is going on.
    It’s been two months since Matt and I met at orientation and up until this week our relationship has been strictly online friends. Then out of nowhere, we’re seeing and talking to each other every day and, as if that’s not enough to make my insides weak, he drops the bomb that his best friend from home is coming to town. His best friend–who he has apparently talked to about me–and I’m supposed to be the welcoming committee for them while they’re here. This may be all fine and dandy if it was just some Joe Shmo, but this is Matt we’re talking about. Tall, brown hair, hazel eyes, muscular, hot, sexy, make my skin tingle, heart throb, Matt. I’m a nobody compared to him, so how am I supposed to be feeling?
    Am I looking into this too much? Am I just going to get my heart stomped on and destroyed if I go on believing that I may have a chance, when there’s really no chance in hell that Matt’s heart would ever beat for me? All these questions are flooding my head, and I have no way to get any answers unless I want to confront Matt