Hey guys sorry for the wait, this part was just a little hard to iron out. Hope you enjoy and I swear the next chapter is already on its way!
I smiled and waved as Ben pulled out of my driveway two hours later. We'd had breakfast, laughed, and smiled. But I knew eventually I'd have to get home and explain myself. My parents hadn't even known I was missing, but I'm sure there would be a few friends I owed an explanation. I felt guilty for last night, but it wasn't really something I could have prevented. I turned on my cell phone as I walked into the house. It quickly buzzed with 7 new texts and 9 voicemails. I listened to them all. Basically, Maggie had been calling me every hour since I'd told her last night that I wouldn't be driving home with them. Knowing Maggie, she was probably assuming I'd gone home with some guy. Which technically was true, just not like she imagined it. I called her back after I cleared my message box. She picked up on the first ring.
"Where are you? HOW are you? Was it amazing? What happened? And who was the guy?"
I smiled before I quickly tried to quiet her down.
"Maggie take a breath, will you? I'm fine and there was no guy, I swear."
I heard her snort through the phone. Attractive isn't it?
"Come on Lexi I've been your best friend since forever. I know a lie when I hear one. Plus you can't just up and disappear. How'd you even get home?"
I paused for a second trying to come up with a good alibi.
"Well I was feeling like crap last night. So I just decided to catch a cab and go home. I would have called you guys, but I lost you, so I figured I'd just call you later but I forgot to. Sorry Mags."
She digested this before answering.
"It's fine Lex you just had me worried sick! And you know how much I hate grown up feelings like worrying. I felt like your second mom last night. The wrinkles are unbecoming."
It was just a total Maggie response.
"Sorry MOM. Won't happen again I swear. I'm fine now I promise."
"I should think so. So what are you up to tonight? I figured we could go catch a movie or something? On me. I feel bad about the drag and ditch last night."
"Uh.. sorry can't my parents are making me stay in tonight. They are going to be home for a change, so they want some bonding time. You know the drill."
"Don't I ever. Alright well I guess I'll see you Monday then?"
"Yeah definetly. Maybe I'll even actually go to lunch for a change."
I heard her fake gasp on the other end.
"Well I'll believe that when I see it. Later lex."
I clicked off the phone with her and immediately started looking at my closet. I felt guilty for lying to Maggie, but if there was ever something I couldn't trust her with, it would be this. She just wasn't great with secrets, and when it was something this important, there was no way I could leave the possibilities to chance. I tried to push that to the back of my head as I surveyed what I had. Of course nothing in my closet seemed appealing at first glance. Maybe Maggie was right, I didn't really seem to have much in the nice clothes area. Sure I had outfits that could impress parents and teachers (well not this one, but normally), but nothing that was date worthy. Even my parents called me a nun sometimes. And when a father wants his teenage daughter to dress less like an old lady, that's really saying something. That reminded me of the stuff my mom bought me a few weeks ago. She'd been shopping on one of her three days off and had seen a bunch of stuff that was just "so me." I'd put it in the back of my closet, figuring I'd just wear it around the house to make her happy. Usually my mom's version of "so me" involved a lot more girly frilly then I cared to wear. I pulled out the shopping bag from my closet. I found a few sweaters that I quickly pushed into a donation pile, and a pair of Bermuda shorts that made me laugh. But the last thing in the bag was perfect. It surprised me; I didn't know my mom was capable of finding things I actually liked. After trying and making sure it fit, I checked the clock and saw I had an hour to shower and get ready. I headed into the bathroom with a towel hoping to wash off the jitters that were starting to come on.