Middle School Dating

CW: Boy pressuring girl during date

 “It's been a fun night, Dave,” Isabella said. “But I really need to get home.” It had been fun. Movie and dinner was classic. David was a good guy. Great sense of humor. Isabella was pondering whether a second date was in the running.

“Hey, baby,” David said. “It's still early. Don't you wanna hang with me some more?” He leaned in close, smiling that beautiful, dopey smile.

“It's a school night,” Isabella said. “I promised mom I'd be back before ten.” Despite her easy tone, her heart rate accelerated. Please let this guy be different. Please.

“Aw, c'mon,” David said. “I just bought you dinner. Don't you think you owe me at least a little... more time?”

Damn. Was there any single boy at this school who wasn't a creep? Isabella wriggled a hand into her purse, grasping the can of mace and hoping she didn't need it. Home was just a few blocks walk from the restaurant. Her mom was on speed dial if it came to that. One more chance.

“David,” Isabella said. “I'm serious. I need to get home. Okay?”

With a deep, dramatized sigh, David flopped back into his chair. “Yeah, okay. Damn, Icy. See why they call you that. Frigid as they come.” He shoved away from the table, sending glasses rattling. “See you around.”

Isabella released pent up breath as the boy hurled his way out the restaurant. Why did all the hot boys wind up saying the same things? And why were all the hot girls straight?

Maybe dad was right. Isabella just shouldn't bother dating until high school. Maybe by then some of them would have grown some brains.