Randy smiled at Skye, and shook her hand. "Hi."
"Hi," Skye replied, smiling back at the good-looking guy. Mignette had taken special care that the guy she got for Skye was as different from Taylor as night was from day.
"I'm gonna let you guys get to know each other better," Mignette said, giggling as she scampered off.
The parking lot had never seen such a hot day in November. Skye felt her blood pumping at an incredible rate as she stood close to Randy; and Randy felt the same way about her. Both were incredibly attracted to the other.
Randy had jet black hair, tanned skin, and eyes like dark, melted chocolate. He was taller than she was by about 4 inches, and his muscles filled up the dark green, long-sleeved shirt and jeans he wore. Skye felt like she was next to one of the most beautiful creatures on the face of the earth. How have I not noticed him for so long? she wondered to herself.
"So, you're Skye Tukano? I watched you play basketball last year and the year before that. You're an awesome player," he commented.
"Thanks," she said, blushing. "Mignette tells me you play football, and that you're really good. I never really followed football games...maybe I'll come watch next season."
"Yeah," he said with a grin. "I never could figure out why all the guys were so wild about basketball last year, until I saw this...angel tearing up the court."
"There was an angel?" Skye asked. "I never saw it..."
He laughed. "I was talking about you. You were the angel wearing jerzee number 11."
"Is that a compliment? I'm not used to getting them," she murmured, feeling her cheeks heat up again.
"You're not?" he asked. "Doesn't your boyfriend pay you at least a dozen compliments a day?"
"I don't have a boyfriend," Skye told him quietly.
"You don't?!" Randy asked, genuinely surprised...and confused. "I wanted to ask you out last year and even at the beginning of this year, but I always saw you with that blond guy and figured you were hands off. Don't you two go out?"
"Nope," Skye said, looking up at him with a smile. "We're just friends."
"Really?" Randy asked, eyes lighting up. "Then...would you like to go with me to catch a movie Friday night?"
"I...I..." Skye was flabbergasted. A girl standing nearby, taking an especially long time to unlock her car, called out, "SAY YES, GIRL!"
"Yeah," Skye said with a laugh. "Sure, I'd...like that."
Randy laughed, partially out of relief. "Good. I guess...I guess...Friday at 6?"
"Sure," Skye said again.
"You can pick the movie," he said, so glad that she agreed that he didn't care if he watched some sappy chick flick that was spoken entirely in French.
"Okay," Skye said. "I...I gotta go. I'll see you later."
"Okay," he said. "Bye!"
"Bye!"
Skye jogged toward her car, so happy she felt as though she could float. She had a date for Saturday with a great looking guy who liked her BEFORE she started wearing these clothes and trying to fit in. A guy who liked her when she was still a tomboy. A guy who thought she was an angel.
Suddenly she remembered Taylor. He had liked her too, BEFORE. She stopped running, a cloud of hurt and guilt bringing her back down to earth.
