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I was finally going on my first date, with the dreamy and hot Alexander Walters. Okay, when I was agreeing to a date with Alex, I think I forgot one tiny little detail. What the hell was I going to wear? I had literally no clothes befitting a date. All I had were jeans and T–shirts which seemed twice my size. Alexander was talking about going all out with the date, meaning he wanted to take me somewhere fancy I presume he had the money and resources for that so I won’t be surprised. But that means I had to wear something classy and dare I say it, sexy. I had nothing sexy and I wasn’t even sure if I could be called sexy.

“So, I've been having a hard time finding a prom date–” “You?” she cut me off incredulously. “Are the boys at that school blind?” “Clearly,” I agreed quickly, eager to get to the point. “But it doesn't matter anymore.” “Are you going to miss the prom?” she asked. “No. I found someone to go with me. I called a helpline to vent, and guess what. The guy agreed to be my date.” “What? A stranger? Are you crazy?” “He was nice!” “Do you even know his name?”

It was covering up in plain locate and she despised it. Her dissatisfaction from prior returned and in spite of knowing she ought to hold up until they were alone to examine his activities, she couldn’t offer assistance herself. “Who’s your date?” He scowled. “A colleague. She’s on the board at the protect with me.” “She’s pretty.” “Do you think?” “I do. What’s her name?” Her voice pitched with blasé intonation, completely patronizing him. “Paula. Where’s your date?” “Slight miscommunication.” “Bella, you know we couldn’t be ourselves here. Your father’s sharing my table.”

I wished I had it; it would make things easier. "So how then was he expecting you to contact him?" Dorian asked, shaking his head. "Do you know his second name? Maybe we could look him up online and narrow the search using geographical area," Dorian said, moving to his computer across the room without wasting any time. Weakly, still feeling sore, I dragged myself towards him and sat on the chair while he bent beside me. "Nicholas King, that is his name," I said, watching as Dorian typed the name online.

Sapphire scratched her head like a stray cat. "If I'd known that he'd do this, I would've beaten him blue-black yesterday! I can't bury him in the ground either, right?” She said to herself and checked through his profile. “Did he break up with Celine Tam, Angelica Hale, Kimberly Snores and Gorge Washington granddaughter because of me? Wait, he also dated Kimberly Snores, the famous teen actress?” She clamoured I've the phone and went to check his name on G****e search engine.

"Forwarded by: Compu-Cupid To: Corazon Lopez Hello, Cora! My name is Val and apparently you're my perfect match. I know, it's an odd name for a guy. It's a long story...maybe I can tell you over coffee? I see from your profile that you're a social worker, so I know you're probably busy, but hey, you've got to eat sometime, right? Also, the picture of you in that slinky, red dress is fantastic. I love a lady with curves. Please let me know if you're interested in meeting up sometime. Have a good night. Val"

“You didn’t tell me about your date.” “My – my what?” My eyes narrowed. “I haven’t been on any dates, thank you very much.” Grace smirked. “You so have. Veronica told me. And Cassy said she saw you coming out of The Nameless Mustang together, too. You and that handsome guy – oh, I can’t remember his name.” My eyebrows shot up. “Cyrus?” “Yeah, that was it!” I snorted. “We weren’t on a date either of those times. He just wanted someone to show him around.”

I briefly explained. "So how come, we did not go on a date?" He asked I rolled my eyes. "Not like that" "No shit. Okay so if that is the reason people go dates, what is there to know? I mean, you know their names and their gender. The only thing there is to know is what is their current STD status. If I was to go on a date I would probably roll the dice like this 'Hi my name is Daniel. What's yours' then she tells me her name ' and then I would continue to go on and ask if she got AIDS, after she gives me her answer, I put that to the test with my d!ck. Is that not a fool proof plan?" He asked.

Also a fact. He seemed so pissed off by me being dumped once again. If I brought a supposedly nice guy around him, would he react the same way? Isn’t using someone wrong? Ugh, I’m already guilty, might as well go the extra mile. But who? I tapped my bare thighs and realized I’d left my phone. Fuck, I’ll check my contact list when I get back. Wait! What’s that guy’s name… um, Loki! Yes, Mom seemed like she wanted me to date him. He’s definitely not my type.

I suddenly got the feeling of curiosity, yes, I noticed that he dressed a bit formally and his appearance was full of authority. "Hmmmm..." I crawled to the other side of the bed and grabbed my phone. "Let's see" I whispered and tried searching for him on I*******m. "Hector Ansel Miranda..." but no one came out, "Maybe the name is different wait, Hecsel Miranda, Hecto Miranda, H. Miranda... H.A. Mirenda... Hctr Nsl Mrnd.. still no wait maybe something else. Miranda, SuperHector, It's Hector Miranda? Ansel Hottie? Oh!!" it doesn't have I*******m, maybe it's on F******k.\