Double date? No double date? Normal date it is!

"Go on," I probed with my hands.

"He only ever does that when there's something wrong," King admitted.

"Something like being rejected," I concluded.

"Yea, he was like that after his first break up," King said.

"Thank you for your time, sir, Detective Cree will analyze this information, you are free to go," I pretended to be a detective and King looked at me weirdly.

"What? Let me have my fun," I giggled. Then I went back to watching our friends.

Nia was biting her lip while looking at her phone, I'm not sure what she was doing, it didn't seem like anything, it just seemed like a distraction. Jaylen was doing the same and they both had their backs facing the other.

"King, we need to go on a date," I told him bluntly.

"Huh?!" He asked quickly.

"A double date, or hm, would they be comfortable with that? I don't know and or care. We'll just call it a hangout," I declared.

"What?!" King asked, sounding frantic.

"Oh don't act so nervous, you've been on a date before. You have a giant balcony, right? I've seen it from the side of the mansion. We'll use that. They might be more comfortable in a private place with just friends," I said more to myself than King but he looked as nervous as a girl singing in a talent show for the first time, so I don't think he noticed.

"Seriously, or maybe you've never been on a double date before. It's not that bad," Or at least it looked that way from the movies.

The bell rang and I sighed in frustration.

"C'mon," I grabbed King's forearm and dragged him to the next class. On the way, people moved out of our way and stared as we walked. Or as I dragged King along like a mother angry at a child.

During the next two periods, I sat and devised a plan like a mad man. Sure, this wasn't my problem to deal with, but it was Kayla's, and whatever Kayla's problem is is my problem.

Although I really wanted an entertaining love triangle to watch.

But something was totally off by the time I got to lunch. Makayla was happily humming as she ordered Chick-fil-A, Jaylen didn't seem so quiet and zoned out anymore, and Nia often looked at the two confused as ever.

"What's up?" I whispered to Makayla.

"What do you mean?" She answered me.

"You seem happy, Jaylen seems happy- Did something happen in 3rd period?!" I whispered excitedly.

"Well, I confronted Jaylen, he told me he got rejected and I offered to hang out this evening to make him feel better," Kayla rolled her eyes and smiled.

"Girl!" I whispered excitedly and she giggled. Guess we won't be needing that double date. I'll tell King after lunch.

And after lunch, I did just that. In the hallway on the way to 5th period.

"So, turns out Makayla and Jaylen are hanging this evening so no double date," I said.

"So no date?" King said in a voice akin to sadness.

"Nope, we can still go on a date," I don't know what made saying that so easy, but it came right out. It was as if I didn't have girlish hormones that'd totally make me freak an hour before it was showtime.

King just chuckled and I inwardly shrugged.

We had 5th and 6th and 7th and that was cool I guess. I don't know, I kinda got sleep-deprived or something.

When I went home I changed into an oversized hoodie with nothing on up under it but panties, just in case.

I went to youtube and played 'Freaky Playlist ~ s l o w e d' by ETERVL. I didn't like all the songs in the playlist but the first one had me dancing like an actual stripper, all I needed was a dark nightclub, magical self-throwing money, and a pole, and I'd be good.

Anyway, I eventually ended up falling asleep after the playlist was done and I was just listening to some Alec Benjamin songs. The last one I remembered being conscious to was 'Love is a Fragile Dance'.

Very emotional song but emotions aren't my strong suit so I didn't cry.

When I woke up I had a text from King saying to be ready in 30, he'd texted it 4 minutes ago so I had enough time to get ready.

Problem was my female-esc hormones had me going crazy.

I wasn't sure if I should dress up or if I should be casual.

Maybe I should casually dress up? Maybe I could ask King- no. That'd be awkward.

You know what. Be a guy. Just be a guy.

What would a guy do in this situation?

'Wear some jeans and a shirt and call it a day,' my inner self told me.

Right, so casual. No jeans though. I don't like the way they feel and contradict me.

Pastel green Nike crop top with a matching skirt and converses the same color. Silver chain bracelet, silver hoop earrings, silver chain choker.

Good? Good enough, hell.

I'm going to meet my friend in an overly romantic scene where I hope he'll come to his goddamn senses and- hope to have a good time (and dinner).

I wanted to leave my room, but scared I'd get lost and… and… miss dinner!

But then Jessie came in.

"Miss Em? Mister King asked me to escort you to dinner." Jessie said. She had that happy glint in her eyes that old people have when they see their beloved grandchildren. I guess it would make sense for her to look at King like that, she's probably been here his whole life. Not sure why she looked at me like that, though. I mean, I have an idea but I don't really wanna think it so I'm going to stay oblivious.