The car pulled to a stop at my assi

The car pulled to a stop at my assigned parking spot on campus and Austin cut the engine. We hadn’t really spoken the whole way here, just listened to Lacuna Coil in companionable silence. One of my favorite bands.
“Let’s go,” Austin said and got out of the car.
Opening my door, I got out and spoke over the roof. “I can walk from here. I’m okay.”
Austin searched all around him, his face serious. My stomach tightened somewhat. I wondered if he was looking for any Heighters.
“I’m walking you to your sorority house. No arguments.”
Shrugging, I joined him on the footpath. I realized I would like that.
A few minutes later, Austin pulled me to a stop by my sleeve, and I spun around to see a strange expression on his face. “So you gonna meet me tomorrow night?” he said, not meeting my eyes.
Shock filled my every cell. “Meet you tomorrow night?”
Stepping closer, I smelled his unique scent. It reminded me of rainwater. That addicting smell you get after a summer storm when the rain has pounded against hot asphalt. It was bewitching.
“Yeah. You. Me. Out. Away from here. Alone.”
I took a huge swallow and said, “Like… Like a date or something?”
Austin froze and his gaze narrowed on mine. “Like us talking more. Just you and me, on our own… like we did tonight. Not a fuckin’ date. I don’t date.”
I didn’t think it was such a good idea. “Mmm… I don’t—”
“I just wanna hang out again. Talk.”
Tingles ran down my spine and my head felt light. I knew I was blushing deeply, but I nodded slowly in response and whispered, “Yes. I would like to meet you tomorrow.”
Austin seemed to exhale in relief, stepped back from me, and began walking away, only pausing to shout back, “Summerhouse. Seven p.m.”
With my fingers playing over my mouth in nerves, I dipped my head in agreement and walked to my door.
Austin Carillo was the first guy in my life to ever ask me out on. Whatever we were labeling it.

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The car pulled to a stop at my assigned parking spot on campus and Austin cut the engine. We hadn’t really spoken the whole way here, just listened to Lacuna Coil in companionable silence. One of my favorite bands.“Let’s go,” Austin said and got out of the car.Opening my door, I got out and spoke over the roof. “I can walk from here. I’m okay.”Austin searched all around him, his face serious. My stomach tightened somewhat. I wondered if he was looking for any Heighters.“I’m walking you to your sorority house. No arguments.”Shrugging, I joined him on the footpath. I realized I would like that.A few minutes later, Austin pulled me to a stop by my sleeve, and I spun around to see a strange expression on his face. “So you gonna meet me tomorrow night?” he said, not meeting my eyes.Shock filled my every cell. “Meet you tomorrow night?”Stepping closer, I smelled his unique scent. It reminded me of rainwater. That addicting smell you get after a summer storm when the rain has pounded against hot asphalt. It was bewitching.“Yeah. You. Me. Out. Away from here. Alone.”I took a huge swallow and said, “Like… Like a date or something?”Austin froze and his gaze narrowed on mine. “Like us talking more. Just you and me, on our own… like we did tonight. Not a fuckin’ date. I don’t date.”I didn’t think it was such a good idea. “Mmm… I don’t—”"Aku hanya ingin bergaul lagi. Bicara."Tingles berlari tulang punggungku dan kepala saya merasa cahaya. Aku tahu aku tersipu-sipu sangat, tapi aku mengangguk lambat dalam respon dan berbisik, "ya. Saya ingin bertemu Anda besok."Austin tampaknya napas lega, melangkah kembali dari saya, dan mulai berjalan, hanya berhenti untuk berteriak kembali, "Summerhouse. 13: 00 tujuh"Dengan jari-jari saya bermain atas mulutku saraf, aku mencelupkan kepalaku dalam Perjanjian dan berjalan ke pintu.Austin Carillo adalah orang pertama dalam hidup saya untuk pernah meminta saya keluar. Apa pun yang kita pelabelan itu.