Page 89 of Friendshipped
Lexi
Sitting at my desk Friday morning, I stretch my legs out in front of me. Tomorrow’s my big swim date with Chase. Not big, medium. Small actually. Miniscule. Barely important.
I’ve gone from a string of dating disasters to having a date lined up with Chase Jamison of all people, and I’m starting to exchange texts with TJ on the app. It’s not flirting in an obvious way, but we exchanged a few messages and I look forward to hearing the ping of any notification from him.
Maybe George’s girlfriend Angie was right. Am I a hussy? I’ve got a date with one man, a flirty online thing going on with another and a full-blown, unrequited crush on my best friend.
Watch out boys, the hot mess express just pulled up to the station. Toot Toot! All aboard!
I look down at my legs. my skirt lands right above my knee cap. Then I see it. I have a knee dimple. It’s not one of those cute dimples children have in their cheeks. And it’s not one of those sexy dimples some guys like Trevor have that make you want to throw yourself at their feet and beg for mercy.
Nope.
This is one of those dimples that says yes, I spend way too much time sitting around writing and eating comfort food.
I’m making peace with my newfound knee dimple awareness when Trevor walks by my cubicle.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“Uh. Just checking something out.”
I thank my lucky stars it was only Trevor popping by and not Chase.
“What are you checking out?”
“Well, if you must know, I just discovered I have a knee dimple.”
“A what?”
“You know what? Never mind.”
My face turns a shade of red reserved for fire trucks and heirloom tomatoes. And I know without seeing myself, I’m splotching. I can’t even blush well. I splotch.
Chase happens to round the corner this very instant. Of course, he does.
“Hey, Lexi, are you okay?” Chase asks.
“Yes, why do you ask?”
“It’s just you look a little flushed,” he says, pointing to my face and neck.
“Oh, no. I’m fine. I spent too much time out in the sun yesterday. After work.”
Trevor gives me a look.
It’s a bold-faced lie, but what can I say?I’ve been examining my knee dimples at work? Not going there.
And as if things couldn’t get worse, I’m pretty sure my face got three shades redder just now. I may break into hives. I feel a sweat start to emerge across my temple.
Trevor stares at me as if he’s been frozen in that contraption they used on Han Solo. Actually, both Trevor and Chase are staring at me with a mixture of what looks like confusion and pity.
I can’t sit here contemplating splotches and knee dimples while they stare. I quickly stand up, sending my office chair hurling backwards. I ignore the furniture malfunction as I run/walk to the restroom.
Kill me now.
For the rest of the day, I feel certain Chase will have an awakening and cancel our date. But, by some miracle, he doesn’t.
Saturday comes and I’m sort-of a nervous wreck. I don’t think I’ve been this unraveled over a date ever. When I think about it, I barely know Chase. Due to my nerves around him we’ve barely spoken ten sentences to one another. And he seems to have a knack for catching me at my most humiliating moments.
