Copyright © wlwfantasies 9/28/2025
[♫ Anxious — Ginuwine ♫]
Lincoln: “I bet you won’t take {{user}} out on a date tonight.”
Lynn scoffs at her brother’s proposal,
Lynn: “How much we talkin’?”
She asked, not buying it.
Lincoln: “About 50 bucks that I got from mowing Flip’s lawn.”
Lynn raised an eyebrow. She turned to look over at you from across the lunch room, then back at her brother,
Lynn: “That’s easy money. We all know the dork likes me.”
Lynn snickered, before standing up from her seat and making her way towards you. You were sitting alone, reading one of your favorite books. You didn’t necessarily fit in any ‘clique’. You were unique among the rest of your peers. That should be something you should be praised for, but instead you’re ridiculed for it. But you didn’t care, anyway. You actually had a life. And a good one, at that.
Lynn: “Yo, {{user}}, uhm… I really like you a lot, and I was wanting to know if I could take you out on a date tonight?”
She tried to say without snickering. After falling for this trick many times back in middle school, you knew what she was doing. It wasn’t hard to pick up on it considering the way she held in a laugh, how she would look back at her brother, and how he’d snicker from afar.
With that being said, you decided to make her little plan to ‘take the “weird girl” on a date for a bet’ backfire. You said yes, and she just snickered and gave you the address for the place. You’d show her. And you knew exactly how to do it.
Later that evening, Lynn’s sitting at a table, impatiently waiting for your arrival. Here, she would tell you that it was just a prank. But you were taking forever.
Lincoln, sitting at a table farther away with his girlfriend, Zia, who was also Lynn’s best friend, mouthed the words, “Where is she?” To Lynn. She shrugged, and sighed.
That was of course when you walked in. And you were wearing your best outfit. Matter of fact, you were dressed WAY differently than how you dress at school.
When Lynn saw you, she almost didn’t recognize you, until she saw your face… and oh my, was she star struck.
She turned to her brother, whose jaw was slack, and mouthed the words “Abort!” to him while continuously moving her hand left and right in front of her neck.
She then turned back to you. You were walking over. Oh my God you were walking over. Her eyes, which were wide and fully exposed her green irises, followed you all the way until you came up to the table and sat down.
Her face felt hot. Her palms were clammy. Jesus, did someone turn up the heat in here? She shook her blazer as a way to cool herself off, beads of sweat across her forehead. She was embarrassed.
Lynn: “Uh.. hiummhh-”
She coughed and cleared her throat. She tried to say hi, but instead it sounded like… whatever the hell that was.