7.You're First date(with who,the drama)
“I have no idea what to wear,” I signed falling back onto my bed curling into the comforter. This date shouldn’t even be happening, why did I have to want to go to Harvard? I mean Cornell is a great school, so is Princeton even if it is in New Jersey. I could stay in the city and go to Columbia, that’s not that difficult. Why did I have to pick the school that fate decided Scott Jackson would usher the rep for?
“Come on Hads, just wear something that doesn’t look like you care.” Brett responded and I turned toward my computer screen. He smiled at me and then looked away at something on his computer screen.
“Why am I even asking you? You do not know Upper East Side date protocol, especially not that of a girl. I’m consulting my sister on this one,” I sighed and rolled onto the floor.
“You know that you can walk right Hadley? How did you get to be so lazy, when we were little you would be bouncing off the walls all the time.”
“When we were little you didn’t talk as much. I think I liked you better then,” I smirked and stepped out into the hallway. “Phoebe! I need your help in here, it is a fashion emergency and Brett is inept.”
“The younger Hadley was also so much nicer,” Brett retorted. “Do you know anything about physics by the way? I cannot do this problem set.”
“Physics is the only science I don’t do remember. Thank god I passed that AP last year with a 4.”
“Oh I forgot how perfect you were for a moment. Please forgive me, now can I send you this question?”
“Yeah sure but don’t expect it to be the right answer.” I turned and saw Phoebe standing in my doorway shaking her head.
“My sister will be right back,” she said walking over to my bed and shutting down my laptop. “You need to focus. A first date outfit has to say cute but casual and you don’t know how to do that especially not when you are flirting with a different guy.”
“Fine, please just throw some clothes at me and I can get this over with.” Phoebe looked at me quizzically, she didn’t know about this bribery of a date that knowledge was reserved for Scott, myself, Brett, Reece and Blair Waldorf. How it has remained a secret is beyond my brain power.
This time it was me who looked at her unsurely.
“Trust me. You obviously are unsure of this date so you don’t want to look too sloppy or too put together. I know these things,” she attempted a look of knowledge or something that maybe was wisdom. Had Phoebe been out on many dates? I hated myself for not knowing.
“Okay, I trust you.” Maybe that would make me feel better for having no clue of anything about my sister’s personal life. I could recite facts about academics, athletics, and activities but name a friend that was something I was incapable of answering. Quickly I changed into the ensemble that had been chosen, it was something that I would wear anyway. Why was I not able to find something like this on my own to wear?
“Dressed,” I called from the bathroom and stepped out. Phoebe squealed and ran toward me beginning to play with my hair.
“You are going out on a date with one of the hottest guys on the Upper East Side today. It is just like how did my dorky older sister end up with all the guys. Seriously you’ve got Reece, Brett, and now Scott. You are just tearing through the men of the UES,” Phoebe said as if she were the big sister and I was the younger one.
“Well, can I help Brett with his physics because Scott is going to be here in a half hour and I don’t know about you but I think I am pretty much ready to go and I don’t want to sit by the door waiting.”
“You have learned much young padawan,” Phoebe fake wailed as she dramatically turned out the door but not before giving me a wicked looking smirk, “by the way mom and dad are going to be out late if you end up having fun.”
“Oh get out, you perv,” I shouted and she giggled running down the hallway toward her room. After hearing her door shut my body went into panic mode, what Blair had said has been sitting on my chest. What if Scott thinks that this is more than a onetime thing? What if he makes me continue to date him? What if? What if? What if?
I shook my head and opened up my laptop, going back to my conversation with Brett.
“You look nice,” he said as soon as the video chat opened and I felt self conscious.
“Shush, send me the physics I need to get my mind off this crazy thing that I am about to do.” I sighed still standing, was I jittery is that why I wouldn’t sit? Calm down, she thought moving closer to her bed.
“Here you go but I have no idea what it is saying and I am currently in the class. And when did you take physics?” Brett’s condescending tone carried through the internet and I turned sticking my tongue out at him. I scanned the question that he sent me trying to remember something that I learned.
“You are an idiot,” I said finally speak up after writing out equations onto a note pad. “This is like week one physics.”
“Well not everyone can be as intelligent as you. Can you send me your work though? I have to go to the tank today to practice and then there is a Water Polo match tomorrow.”
“Now you are lazy too,” I said tisking my tongue, “you are never going to get any girl at school like that.”
“Well maybe I don’t want just any girl,” he responded slightly more somber.
“Here is the work,” I replied ignoring his comment, maybe it was meant to be ignored or maybe he wanted her to ask him about it. “If something goes horribly wrong and I need to escape can I hide at the tank with you?” Brett’s face lit up into a fit of laughter.
“Yeah, of course. I was really tempted to say no and force you into going through with the whole date, but then again I remembered how much you hate him.”
“You are a jerk too. Goodness you’ve hit the trifecta of characteristics.” The two of us laugh and my phone buzzes. I see Brett looking down at his phone. “Gossip Girl update?” I ask bored.
“Yup and apparently Scott has been spotted at,” he began before I screamed.
“I DON’T WANT TO KNOW. Why do people care where Scott has been spotted? UGH, if only we lived in middle America. I could be happy, don’t you want me to be happy?” I quickly tried to restrain my frustration but Brett wasn’t stupid and he noticed.
“Of course I want you to be happy, which is why you should feign food poisoning and join me at the tank to practice.”
“You know I can’t do that,” I gave him a look and hoped it read through the internet. “Who knows he might get me good food, I do love good food.”
“Well according to Gossip Girl which everyone probably assumes you read you are in for a treat. But we could go get Shake Shack.”
“No, you evil bum now I want to check.” I sighed throwing my phone across my bed so I won’t be tempted to check. “And it isn’t Shake Shack?” I asked casually and Brett laughed. He looked like he was going to respond but something cut him off.
“OH HADLEY, YOU HAVE A GENTLEMAN CALLER AT THE DOOR,” Remy’s voice rang through the house and I stopped.
“Sh!t, he is here. Words of wisdom, advice, random philosophical ideas from dead guys, anything to tell me?” I looked at Brett and he did not seem amused.
“Just remember I’ll be at the tank,” and he logged off. Boys are so aggravating.
“Hads, go,” Phoebe appeared at my door pulling me away from my thoughts about Brett and his annoyingness. I gave her a look and then walked from my room and down the stairs to the first floor of our apartment. Scott was standing near the entrance and I tried to stop myself from concluding that he looked nice. I watched as he caught sight of me approaching and he smiled, it wasn’t the arrogant smirk from when I agreed to this thing but a genuine look of happiness.
“You ready to go,” he asked standing awkwardly at the door, his confident gait was still there but Scott’s eyes met Remy’s who was faux glaring. Remy couldn’t even attempt to win in a fight against him, although it would be quite enjoyable to witness. I smiled and nodded my head, Remy met my gaze now and he looked awkward.
“I’ll be back later, you guys have money to order food.” Scott’s smirk returned as I went into caregiver mode to the kid that had been trying to intimidate him. Remy nodded his head embarrassed.
“You kids have fun, and Scott just know our parents won’t be home so she can stay out however much yall like,” Phoebe called from the balcony and she laughed along with Remy. I felt my face get red but I ignored it glared and turned to walk out the door.
“Let’s go,” I gritted through my teeth.
“Happily,” he replied following me shutting the door to my apartment. We walked in silence to the elevator and then there was silence again as we entered the elevator.
“So uh apparently there was a Gossip Girl blast about you,” I say trying to end the awkwardness radiating between the two of us.
“Oh, I had my phone on silent. Anything interesting?”
“I didn’t read it, Brett was saying that it was a spotted. Where were you going?”
“Ahh, I would tell you but it is supposed to be a surprise.”
“What?” I stared at him shocked. “You have a surprise for me?” This was absurd; this was a farce so why would he act as if it were real. Did he want this to be real?
“Yeah of course, did you seriously think we were going to like dinner and a movie?” I stopped, what did I think we were going to do? I guess that was what I thought or what Phoebe thought when she prepared me to go.
“I don’t know, I guess. When will I find out the surprise?”
“God, do you have any patience?”
“I could always check Gossip Girl and find out,” I replied pulling my phone out of my bag and casually pretended to click some buttons. Scott’s face grew concerned and reached over plucking the phone from my hands.
“Can’t have you doing that,” he replied coolly and held the phone in his hands.
“Oh my god you did not just take my phone,” I squealed reaching for it back.
“I never realized how short you were,” Scott said bending down and his face was level with mine. “It is kind of endearing.”
“Shut up,” I replied pulling the phone from his hand that was somehow dangerously close to me. Victoriously I moved away from him and dropped the phone into my purse.
“I think I won,” he said.
“What I won, I got the phone back.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t check Gossip Girl,” he said and the elevator dinged as we finally made it down to the first floor. Scott led the way out and we walked silently through the lobby outside. I looked around and saw no cars waiting for us, what was happening?
“Uh so where to?” I tried to not to be awkward about this but I mean every date I’d ever heard included a car taking people places.
“We are going to walk this way and I’ll let you know when we are going to turn,” he smiled at me before beginning to down 5th Avenue, I stood there staring at him. This was insane, this was absurd, I could just turn around and run back inside but I didn’t I stepped forward and grabbed his hand proceeding down the street.
As I leaned back against the door after saying goodbye, I could hear Scott slowly begin to leave. Part of me wanted to open up the door and go after him but the more logical part of me won. I had just gone on a date with Scott Jackson that should be my only crazy action of the day. Though what happened wasn’t that crazy, or maybe it was crazy because it was with Scott. A light flicked on from upstairs and Phoebe appeared at the top of the stairs.
“So,” she asked her eyes questioning. “How was it?”
How was it? I hadn’t even processed that thought myself. I mean I had fun and enjoyed myself and there was great conversation.
“Surprising,” I replied, because that was the only word fitting of this situation.
“Really, that is all you give me. One word? You just went out on a date with your like arch nemesis, I deserve more than one word.”
“Surprisingly well,” I retorted, honestly talking with Phoebe was not what I needed right now. I needed time to process and store bits of information. I needed to think about how Scott led me into that bookstore and watched as I flipped through pages of classic literature reading bits aloud. How he was able to quote Tolstoy with me that is what I needed to think about. Not what to tell my sister.
“Ugh, Hadley you need to tell me more.”
“Give me time to process myself and then I’ll meet in your room. Gather snacks, I won’t be long.” She smiled and hurried down the stairs as I walked up them. The light in Remy’s room was on and I was tempted to say hello but I heard noises and him yelling, so it was obvious that he was playing video games. I carefully and silently walked into my own room.
What happened today?
Did I enjoy my date?
Should I go out with Scott again?
Is he still an obnoxious jerk?
“WHY DID I HAVE TO HAVE A GOOD TIME?”I shouted into my pillow before flopping backwards onto my bed. This was such a strange feeling, not knowing. I thought I knew what I was getting into when the date started and then there was surprise after surprise until I forgot that he had bribed me into going on the date. I almost forgot about that entire agreement, but then being me I had to remember at the worst possible time. The time that any other girl would have shoved it out of her mind, but no I remembered it just as he was about to kiss me goodnight.
And what did I do? I turned my head to the side and muttered, “but you forced me to go out with you.”
I must have a mental deficiency. I just went on a great date with a guy who I apparently enjoyed spending time with I mention the fact that I did not want to go in the first place. I should have let him kiss me, but what about what Blair said. What if he thought it was real and I then forgot it wasn’t real? What if I let him date me?
But why is that a problem? He is a great guy (aside from the prior jerky actions) and he is intelligent and athletic and comes from a great family. This is the kind of guy my grandmother would kill for me to date, heck this is the kind of guy I want to date. So why is Scott Jackson such a problem? Because I used to hate his entire being as a human, but so what people change and mature. Why can’t my relationship with Scott change and mature?
What would Brett think? And Reece? Blair is going to just smirk at me and think to herself that I am weak. But going after what you want isn’t weak. Is Scott what I want?
“Phoebe,” I said quietly as I entered her room. “I need help.” I could feel my brain continue to argue with itself while my emotions flew all over the place. This was quite troubling.