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It's a Wednesday now and I am fed up.

It's been three weeks since the pre game tradition and three weeks since I've stopped being friends with Chester.

What the hell is his problem? Why can't we just be cool? Why did he go through the trouble of having a fake relationship with Hope? If he was trying to make me jealous, then he's just sick in the head.

Hope and him stopped their fake public displays of affection, but every time he saw me in the hallway, he'd run in the opposite direction. He even stopped coming to the classes he has with me.

So, today, I'm fed up. I put on my best running shoes, wrapped my hair up into a ponytail, and made sure to wear clothes that aren't too restricting.

So, when I saw him start to turn around to run when he saw me, I picked up speed and chased after him.

I know he was caught off guard when I started chasing after him. I saw the shock on his face when he looked back and saw me.

He started going faster, so I was forced to run faster. This was my only chance to catch him. If I were to try it again some other day, he'll know to expect it.

People in the hallway were looking at us crazy, but we just kept running.

I jumped off the floor and tackled him to the ground.

"Stop running from me!" He still tries to wiggle out of my grasp, but I pull his ear.

"Owww," he whines.

"What's your problem," I ask him.

"I don't know what your talking about."

"Don't play dumb with me, Chester. I don't like games. Explain yourself." I get off the floor and Chester gets up after me.

"I don't want to talk about it." He looks away from me, trying to hide his face away from me like a little child.

"Well, that's not fair. You go through all this trouble with pushing your fake relationship with Hope in my face and you don't even have the balls to explain yourself."

"Alright, fine. You wanna know why I did it? I did it because I wanted you to hate me and run far away from me," Chester confesses, looking a little frustrated.

"But, why? Why would you want that? We were friends. If you didn't want our relationship to go past that, then you should have never kissed me."

"It's not that I don't want to be with you, Spencer. I just don't want to hurt you. I tried pushing you away, but you just slammed back into me. Literally."

"You doing all of this is what's hurting me. Why does this have to be so hard with you? You know I have feelings for you and I know you like me, so why can't it be that simple?"

Chester pausing, thinking for a little bit.

You know, some people can be real dumb sometimes. If he wasn't going to man up and just tell me what he wants instead of making me run in circles, then this isn't worth it.

"Your right, Spencer. I'm sorry that I did all of this," Chester says. He looks sincere. It takes me by surprise.

I half expected that I was going to have to make a dramatic exit.

"So, now what," I ask him.

"I ask you out on a date and we start over?" He says that as if he's asking a question.

"I would love to go on a date with you, Chester. Saturday. 6:00pm. Don't be late picking me up." And with that, I left him dumbfounded, and went to class.

I just really wanted the dramatic exit.

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"Jamie, help me! Pleassseeeeeee," I whined.

"I don't want to," she said from the other side of the door.

I told Jamie about my date today and I asked her to help me get dressed. The weekend came quick and I had no time for preparations.

You can guess where that led us.

She ran away and locked herself in her room.

"Why won't you help me?"

"You have great fashion sense, Spencer. I'm sure you can do it."

"But I want my sister to help me."

She got quiet on the other side of the door.

Then, I heard her groan out loud. I knew at that moment that I had played the right card.

"Alright, fine." She unlocks her door and comes out.

"I knew that would work. Now, come on. I've already wasted enough time."

Jamie helped me pick out an outfit and did my hair, while I did my makeup. It wasn't any heavy makeup. Just a tiny bit.

Time is moving so fast. It's already 5:40.

When I walk down stairs, everyone is waiting for me. They were all just lounging on the couch.

"How do I look?" I do a 360 in my outfit to show it off. It's a simple, but elegant dress that sticks greatly to my sides and reaches the ground. The color is a nice burgundy and my heels gave me a few couple inches in height.

"You look beautiful, Spencer," my mom told me, looking like she was going to cry.

"Yeah. Too beautiful. Where's this boy, so I can get some points across before you leave," Nick says all serious.

"Yeah. I wanna give him a piece of my mind," little Grant said, getting his fists ready.

"He's been parked outside for the past five minutes, actually. I think he really wanted to be on time," Frank tells me and I laugh, but I get interrupted by the door bell.

I race Nick to the door, but he gets there before me. Nick hip bumps me to the side and away from the door. When he opens the door, there's a nervous looking Chester.

"Hello, Nick," Chester greets.

"Don't hello me. Your dating my sister, so now I have to play the role of intimidating brother."

"So, what are your intentions," Grant asks, popping out from behind Nick. At this point, everyone is at the door.

"Oh my goodness. I'll see you guys later. Come on, Chester." I grab Chester's hand and run to his car. He opens the door for me and runs to the driver's seat.

"I didn't get a chance to greet you properly, but I guess this will do," Chester says.

"If we didn't get out of there, we would have never left."

"I didn't know you had a younger brother."

"Yeah, he's a new addition to the family. We adopted him and Jamie not too long ago."

"Wow. Now I have more people to be afraid of," Chester says, laughing.

"Yeah, but they're all sweethearts."

"You look beautiful tonight, Spencer. I mean, not like you don't look beautiful everyday. You look beautiful all the t-." I had to stop his rambling. I put my index finger up to his lips.

"I understand, Chester. I've never seen you this nervous." That made him blush.

"Are you blushing," I ask him, trying to keep my laughter in.

"I'm just gonna focus on driving now," he says, trying to avoid the conversation and hide his reddening face.

I decide to leave him alone until we arrive to our destination.