"Hey Scarlett. It's Lucas. I was wondering if you'd want to meet up for dinner sometime tomorrow. If you're interested, you can call me at this number.The beep signalling the end of the message rang long and clear.
I looked over at Nina. "What do I do?"
"You have to go." she answered. "Look, it sounds as though he's trying to be really sweet and all. Why don't you try it? If not, I'll help you get rid of him forever hunni, okay?"
I was unsure myself, but if Nina said give it one more go, then I was going to trust her. Picking up the phone, I rang the number back. He picked up after four rings.
"Hello?" I heard him say.
"Hey Lucas. It's me, Scar. I think it'd be nice to go for dinner tomorrow."
"What time?" I heard him say. All the usual malice in his voice was gone. It was like it was when I first met him.
"How about seven?" I asked. I was beginning to look forward to it, despite the history.
"I'd love to." he replied. With that, I wanted to smile. Maybe he had, finally, changed. This really could be it this time. "I'll pick you up if you give me your address." I gave it to him and smiled.
"I'll see you tomorrow at seven then. Bye." I put the phone down.
"So? What's going on? What's happening?" asked Nina, excited about the drama I didn't usually get involved in. "Are you meeting him for dinner tomorrow? No way."
I couldn't get a word in edgeways, but it was okay. I didn't mind.
Then I insisted she should help me like every best friend should when they have an important occasion or date coming up. I made her help me chose what to wear.