Out of the Closet
by Victor Thomas
Chapter 11
Hannah
I threw down the ponytail holder and searched through the top drawer for a hair clip. When I couldn't find it, I took everything out of the drawer and carefully put it on the counter in a pile. The clip still wasn't there.
I can't meet Kenny and look like this, I thought, glancing at the clock. He should arrive any minute.
Frustrated, I stomped into my room, picked up my bag, and sat on the bed. My nail polish was almost dry, but I searched the contents of the bag with special care. The only things I found were my books; the hair clip was nowhere to be found.
Please be late, I thought, returning to the bathroom to put everything back into the drawer. Everything had to be tidy and just right for our date.
Trying to calm myself down, I tied my hair back gently with a ribbon and rushed to my room again to choose clothes. The closet was full of them hanging there, organized neatly by color. I picked three shirts, but after careful consideration, none of them looked right for the occasion. Also, the next two dresses were abandoned quickly. Why was it so hard to decide?
I looked at my phone on the table and picked it up. Even though I had read Kenny's message dozens of times, I couldn't help opening it again.
'Hey babe! Sorry I was so tired. A lot of school work of course. I want to see you tomorrow and…'
I knew what it meant; it would be our first time. I pushed the thoughts of not knowing what to do or not being good enough away and laid the phone back down. Despite all that nervousness, the thought of having alone time with Kenny made a grin spread across my face. I walked to the window to see if his car was already in the driveway. Luckily, he wasn't here yet, so I would have time to choose my clothes.
I can do this I told myself, picking a black dress. I put it on and realized it was way to formal. Just then, I heard the sound of a car and rushed to the window, taking off the dress at the same time. The car belonged to one of the neighbors, not my boyfriend.
In a few minutes, I had found nice jeans and a new green top that matched perfectly together. Relieved, I sat on the bed and checked the time. Maybe there was time to smooth out my hair a bit before he arrived.
I hope he brings condoms, I thought while walking to the bathroom to check my hair in the mirror. We hadn't had classes together today, and the few times we met each other at school we both seemed to avoid the topic.
Again, there was a sound of a car, and my heart began beating faster. Simultaneously when I ran to the window, my phone beeped indicating an incoming message. I ignored the message, as it had to be from one of my friends. Whatever it was, Kenny was more important now.
Oh my god, I'm going to do it, I thought, and looked out the window.
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