The Practice Date
Victorine E. Lieske
Published By Victorine E. Lieske at Smashwords
Copyright © 2011 by Victorine E. Lieske
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Jane hugged her books to her chest as she walked down the sidewalk. This was it. His house was right up the street. Today she wouldn’t cross to her side of the drive before reaching it. She would stride right in front of his home. As she neared she lost her nerve to stare at the brick home with blue and white trim. Her footsteps picked up, and she pretended to be engrossed in the tiny rocks embedded in the cement.
She jumped, her heart hammering in her chest. “Oh, Lance. I didn’t see you there.”
He hopped off the front stoop and fell into step beside her, pushing his thick glasses up his nose. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
For her? Whatever for? She hadn’t spoken to Lance in forever. Ever since he started hanging out with that other crowd. “What do you want?” She didn’t mean it to come out sounding so rude.