Thank goodness that day L.Joe dumped me was on a Friday. I didn’t have to face the school immediately. My close friends facetimed me, comforting me, saying it’s okay, that L.Joe’s a jerk and all that jazz but hey, would you think if it was true when you’re talking about popular guys in school? Not so likely right? 

During lunch, I got a text from JR. 
-Hey pretty, did you dream about me?
HAHA!

I was blushing slightly at the ‘pretty’ and this fluttery feeling came back. Anyhow, I still replied him and the conversation flowed. 

-Hey JR, no I didn’t. So full of yourself! HAHA
-Whatever, I’m full of myself! I’m proud of it :D
-Are you free now? Wanna tour me round the neighbourhood? 
-Hmmm, what if I don’t want to? :P
-Then I’m going to get lost in this world, and you’d never have me ever again… Ain’t that saddening?

His last reply actually stood out. I took a while to type the answer, considering answers. Yes or No? 

-Maybe I would be sad but at least there isn’t going to be any tease teasing me. HAHA
-Are you calling me a tease? /wiggly eyebrows emoticon/ 
I’ll take it as a compliment. Haha! So are you going to tour me?
-OMG.. So full of yourself! I didn’t say you were the tease:P 
Yeah sure. I’ll tour you round the neighbourhood. When?
-Lemme see, now? Meet you in half and hours’ time?
-Okkie! See ya!
I quickly gobbled up my lunch and went to change to something nicer. Shorts and a tee. I was actually excited! If it was one of my friends from school, I wouldn’t be so hyped about it. I was actually anticipating the tour. I checked myself in the mirror and fixed my hair up with pins. I looked at the clock and I still had 5 minutes left. I wrote a note to my papa saying I went out with my friend. Papa had gone out with my brother to do some man things. Man things=golf…
I checked myself in the mirror for the umpteenth time. Why am I bothering about how I look in front of him? I didn’t even bother about going out with friends much less, looking good in front of them. What has JR done to me? 
The door bell ran and I ran. OMG! I ran, I don’t run. I walk like a sloth. Even if it’s the police. What in the world?