"I'm Sam," a male around the age of twenty-five said, sticking his hand out, excuse me, launching his clammy fingers, nearly punching me in the stomach. I grabbed his hand with disgust, but faked a smile as I shook it.

"The name's Jennelle, but everyone calls me Jenna, so you are welcome to do that," I told him.

Actually I'd rather you go run away, now!

I always hated these blind dates my best friend and roommate, Andie, always set up for me.

"Okay, Jennyella. Well, we better get going, our reservation is at 4 and it is already, look at that, 3:11!"

As I followed behind him I, once again, carried through my bad habit of grinding my teeth. But come on, Jennyella? Eww, and we had so much time before our table was ready! Well, I might as well get this over with, huh?

I am so gonna kill you when I get back to the dorm Andie!

"Sam, party of two," the revolting figure said to the hostess at the desk inside the restaurant.

"Sir, you have approximately," she then checked her watch, "forty-five minutes until your reservation time."

"So?" he said in that completely ignorant tone of his.

"Well your table is not ready; in fact we are quite busy right now. It might be until four until we actually have your table ready. I'm sorry, would you like me to tell you when we have a table open?"

"No, that's okay, I'll just take a cruise with my lovely girlfriend here," he spit out, yanking me towards him. I rolled my eyes and I swear the hostess gave me a look of pity.

"Okay then, enjoy yourselves," she said in a, I'm trying my best to be friendly but you are a complete idiot tone.

Andie, you are so dead! And he called me his girlfriend! Girlfriend!

I suddenly felt very sick. Sam didn't notice, he just yelled at me to hurry up and get into the car. So I did that, but in the process, well I regurgitated, to put it nicely, all over his leather seats.

"I can't believe you!" and then he pushed, yes pushed, me out of his car, slamming the door and speeding off.

"You go girl!" the hostess gave me a double thumbs up. She apparently saw the whole thing. Then she noticed my mouth and how it was, well, in a mess and rushed out a napkin to me. "Here, keep it," she told me.

I looked at the napkin; it felt like silky cotton, does that make sense? It had the name of the restaurant in the corner. After I caught a wincing couple in the restaurant staring at me, I quickly wiped my mouth and threw the napkin in the nearest trash can.

Like I'm keeping that.

I stuffed my hands in my jacket pockets and started walking towards the college, except, I realized, I didn't know which direction it was in! So I turned towards the shop I was standing by and looked at myself in the mirror. Despite the factor of my stomach sickness, I didn't look half bad. Of course Andie spent a while picking out my outfit which consisted of a tan jacket, striped tank top, sandals, and jean capris. It was casual, but better than my typical worn khakis and t-shirt.

Even if she is a great friend, I'm still gonna kill her. She's gotta stop setting me up!

I was mumbling to myself about how annoyed I was with these jerks, when I tripped over a crack in the sidewalk and went flying through the air. "Wow, the sidewalk is kinda squishy," I said.

"Actually my name is Peter," the "sidewalk" that I fell onto said.

"Oh crap, I am soooo sorry!" I started stuttering, trying to apologize at the same time. Trust me. Those two do not work together.

"It's okay, really. I needed something to brighten up my day," he smiled at me with deep, green eyes. I practically melted.

"Brighten up your day?" I grinned. "Do you consider being attacked by a girl who just had her blind date run off from her an inspiring experience or something?"

"What did you do? Dent his car door?"

"No, puked in his seat."

"Well any guy who'd run off from you deserved that."

"Trust me, he was totally repulsive. I gotta stop agreeing to these blind dates my friend sets me up with," hold on, was he just flirting with me? And am I doing the same?

"Oh really? I'm surprised. I'd think you'd have a boyfriend already." Yeah, he definitely was.

"Nope. What about you?" I was hoping he'd say no too.

"Yeah, well I just met this girl, Andie, and we're kinda going out, but I don't think it will last too long."

Hold on, Andie? "Does she have short blonde hair, a bit shorter than me, really skinny, with brown eyes?"

"And is obsessed with flip flops? Yep that's her, why?" he seemed puzzled.

"Umm, I gotta go, nice meeting you!" I ran off, but I lost one of my shoes in the process. I didn't care. I didn't even care that I was getting lost. I had to get out of there. What if Andie appeared out of nowhere? She'd be so upset.

Man I am so hopeless.

By now I was out of sight from Peter. I was seriously considering calling for a taxi when I realized, there weren't any around. After all, it was just a small city with a bunch of little shops and cafes, not New York City. To put it simply, I was desperate. Desperate enough to ask the only person I somewhat knew for directions. So I rushed back to where I saw Peter, just to see him climb into a car and drive off in the distance. But as he climbed into the car, I saw something in his right hand.

Was that, my shoe?

Luckily for me, Andie came by to spy on my date that never happened.

"What are you doing out here Jenna?" she questioned, running up to me.

"Please do me a favor. Don't ask."

"Aww, I'm sorry. I guess it's hard for some people to find someone tolerable."

"At least an available one," I mumbled, but she heard me anyways.

"Yeah, but that's why they are taken you know, 'cause everyone just loves 'em."

"Don't remind me."

"It's okay, I won't give up on you. Trust me I'll be ecstatic once you find him. Maybe even throw a party!"

"Don't say that without knowing who the guy is."

"What?" she said, concerned.

"Oh, well what if it turns out I like Elvis or something," I quickly recovered.

"Not to worry. He is dead after all!"

"Some people think he is still alive," I commented.

"But you are not one of them."

"How would you know?"

"Trust me, I know you better than yourself."

Not anymore, there is so much you don't know.

"Fine, what about George Clooney or some other star?"

"Honey, you know you don't want someone all famous like that. Just stop trying to win this discussion, okay?"

"Fine," I gave in.

"Let's get you home, or how about a makeover! Oh that'd be fun. And look at that a beauty parlor across the street! It was meant to be!"

"Can I just go home? I need to think."

"Think? About what?"

"Think? I said sleep!" I really didn't feel like telling her everything.

"Na uh, you said think!"

"Well that shows how tired I am. Can I just please go?"


We headed back to the dorm. I plopped myself down on my favorite chair, and searched for the remote to the TV.

"Well I think I'll go get my hair done. Now that I suggested the idea, it is just irresistible! Will you be fine by yourself?"

"I'm twenty-three. Perfectly fine."

"And still no boyfriend. How sad." I gave her a "don't rub it in" glare. "Sorry. Well, I'll see ya later then!"

Finally, some time to myself!

Of course I was interrupted in my "Jenna" time. I heard a knock on the door. I went up and looked through the peephole to see who it was. "Andie isn't here," I told him.

"Yeah I know. I just saw her, she asked me to get her cell for her. It's on the table or something?" he said slowly.

Crap, it's Peter! I hope he didn't recognize my voice!

"Well I was about to take a shower." I could not let him see me! Not yet at least.

"Well could you wait and let me in?"

"I'm not decent."

"Fine, then unlock the door, rush into the bathroom, and when I hear that door slam I'll come in and get her cell."


"Yes, just hurry please, before this maniac kills me!" That made me laugh, but Andie was a maniac! I unlocked the door and flew into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I realized that I forgot to slam it, so I reopened it and did so.

"Thanks, but I heard you the first time," he said as he walked into the room. I went straight to filling up the tub, and it was nearly ready when I wondered what was taking him so long. Being myself, I panicked and wrapped a towel around myself to hide my clothes in case he recognized them, and I grabbed Andie's night mask and whipped in on. Out the door I flew, knocking over every picture of me on the way to the table. When I got there, I picked up the phone and chucked it at him.

"I hope you don't shower in that," he joked.

"Just get out, please," I begged him. He headed towards the door, shaking his head all the way. He had a right to though, I was going crazy. What if he recognized me? I was just recently flirting with my best friend's new addition, and if he knew that, he'd think I was a jerk. True I did make it seem like a shock that he knew her...but maybe I was a big scheming, lying jerk. That'd be horrible. But was I overreacting?

"By the way, your tub is overflowing," he added as he glanced into the bathroom. "But that could have been avoided if you just took your shower instead of pitching communicational devices at me," he smirked before closing the door behind him. Once it was latched, I leaned up against it and let out a huge sigh.

I think I just made everything a whole lot worse.