Jimmy asking you out was quite simple, after the collision between the two of you he bought you another coffee to make amends. You were more than grateful for this as you couldn’t go without your morning coffee, but it also meant that you could chat a little more to the handsome man who had quite literally knocked you off your feet.
You sat inside for your coffee instead of getting a takeaway cup, choosing a sofa seat near the window of the shop. Jimmy joined you, sitting down opposite. He smiled, and both of you made conversation. In the first few minutes, things were slightly awkward but that soon dissipated, he made you feel comfortable. You talked for quite a while, over an hour it ended up being before Jimmy had to leave. You smiled and said goodbye to him, thanking him for the coffee. He returned the smile. He took a quick intake of breath and pulled his phone from his pocket, passing it to you.
“Could you put your number in? I’d like to see you again at some point.” He said with another beaming smile. You returned the smile and popped your number in. Passing the phone back, you said one final goodbye before heading out of the coffee shop, a feeling that was unfamiliar to you weighing on your heart.
In the weeks since you and Chandler had become lab partners, you’d found that you’d noticed him around the school more. You were continually seeing him in the corridors, and most of the time he would stop and have a conversation. He was becoming a distraction for you as you found him easy to talk to. It seemed that he was clouding your thoughts quite a lot, making you lose concentration.
You stood in front of your locker, talking to one of your friends before the start of class. You had just enough time to grab your books out before hurrying off to class. In the process of grabbing your books, you stumbled across a note on top of them. It was a small, crumpled piece of paper, laying on top of your books. You picked it up and carefully unfolded it, reading the black writing on the inside of it. It was a phone number and underneath was a small note asking you to text it when you felt like it. The note was from Chandler, and you texted the number he had given you almost immediately, gaining a reply at the same speed. It was a quick text that asked if you were free on Saturday night. You agreed and arranged to meet up, feeling excitement brew in your stomach. You couldn’t wait for the weekend
Since the day at the shooting range, where you had met Chris, you couldn’t get him out of your mind. He seemed like a sweet guy, but by the next weekend when you went back to the range, you’d forgotten about that little spark you felt. A few weeks went by, and this weekend you had to go alone, your dad was out of town for the weekend, and you still wanted to get in some practice, so you packed up your car and headed out. Once you arrived, you greeted the owner who was a long-time family friend, and he let you through. Your practice went the same as it did every week, you were mainly focussing on improving your shot, trying to hit centrally every time and this time you were succeeding with every shot you took. Once you were finished, you lowered your weapon and cleared the chamber, making sure it was safe to store away. You packed up and dusted yourself off, but not before hearing clapping from behind you.
You spun around, a confused look across your face until you saw who it was. It was the hot guy, Chris, you remembered his name. You nodded at him and shot a smile his way as he walked over.
“That was some good shootin’.” He complimented, you smiled and thanked him. You couldn’t help but wonder how long he’d been watching you for. “Your dad around today?” He asked, a hint of hesitation presenting itself.
“Not today, it’s just me.” You replied. He smiled, somewhat relieved.
“You want to get a drink? Maybe some dinner?” Chris asked in a way that you couldn’t turn down. You nodded and proceeded to stow your things away in your car.
“I’ll text you the address if you want? What’s your number?” Chris asked. You passed him your phone, and he added your number to his contacts.
“Thanks (Y/N), I’ll let you know where and when.” He smiled cheekily before walking away. You couldn’t help but feel slightly shocked about what had just happened but all in all, you were excited for the evening.
After the aftermath of the party, you’d stayed to help clear up a bit, making sure that all evidence of the event was hidden from the host's parents, as even though she was twenty-one, she still lived at home. You headed home after that and crawled into bed, just finding the strength to kick off your shoes and slip into your pyjamas before falling into a fairly deep sleep. You didn’t wake up again until twelve hours later, making it about three in the afternoon. Once you felt ready enough to get up, you picked up your clothes from the night before and put them in for washing, emptying the pockets on the way down. That was when you found the piece of paper given to you the night before. You stared at it for a moment, engaging in an internal battle. Should you call it?
In the end, you decided to call. You typed the number into your phone and hit dial. It rang through a couple of time before a male answered.
“Hello? Garrett’s phone.” You took a sharp intake of breath. That didn’t sound like the man you spoke to last night. A lot of scenarios flew through your head in the small pause that you took.
“Hi, my name’s (Y/N). I got given this number last night. I thought I’d give it a call.” You explained to the man on the phone.
“Oh… OH! You’re the girl!” The man at the end of the phone exclaimed before running off shouting. To say that you were confused was an understatement, but you felt the need to stay on the phone, just to see what happened. After a few seconds, you heard some commotion from the other end.
“Dammit, Jimmy! What have I said about answering my phone?” Another man moaned, almost in a jokey way. You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at the frustration in his tone. “Hello?” A voice then sounded through the phone.
“Hi, is this Garrett?” You asked quietly, slightly nervous now. The reply was an affirmative. You greeted him again and introduced yourself, in which Garrett did the same. After getting over your initial nervousness, you were excited to speak to Garrett, he seemed like a down to earth person. You both chatted for a while before Garrett was called back by the people he was with, you assumed they were his friends.
“I know this is kind of short notice, but I’d love to get to know you a bit more. Would you want to do something tonight?” He asked, almost cautiously. You smiled to yourself and agreed graciously, a form of excitement fluttering in your stomach. With your plans set in place, you both said your goodbyes and hung up. Once he was gone, you let out an excited squeal. It seemed like you had a date.
