Wow. This really is boring.
I was walking along the road when I see a towel on my moms sidewalk. I take it, and start waving it everywhere.
"All hail me! Queen of the towels!" I tell into the wind. I continue dancing, until I end up falling. It really would have hurt if I hadn't been caught.

I opened one of my eyes- they closed in fear- to see Carter, who was pulling me into his chest.

"You alright?" He asks, letting me go.

"Yeah... Thanks" I say.

We just look into each other's eyes, before realizing we were in the middle of the road.

"Well, uh, I better get going. Thanks again, Carter!" I say, and start skipping off.

"Wait!" He yells, running up to me.

"Hmm?"

"Um, I... Would you want to go out sometime?" He asks, rubbing the back on his neck.

I stare blankly, and thought of the easiest way to say I can't.

"Sure."

Dang it! Wrong answer, Zoey!

"Great! Well, I'll text you with the details. See you soon!" He says, smiling. I grin back, though I wish I had I had a club or something to hit myself with.

Instead, I just wrap myself into the towel and lay onto the sidewalk, groaning at my stupidity.

I lay there for a while before I feel something tapping me with a shoe.

"Go away," I complain, and roll over.

"Zoey?"

Oh, crap, not him again.

I look up to see non other than Cole, as idiotic as ever. "What do you want?"

He raises his eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

Oh, alright. Just ignore the question. "I asked you first!"

"What's your point?"

"That you should answer my question first, that's my point!"

"It's a pointless point."

"Ugh!" I groan. "Fine, I'm really mad because I didn't mean to accept an accept for a date."

"Then why don't you just say no?"

"Cause I didn't want to hurt his feelings!"

"Do you want me to go tell him then?" He asks.

I ponder this. "Would you really do that?"

"Of course not. Man up!" He says, and pulls me off the ground unwillingly.

"Oof!"

"Now, you're gonna go, and you're gonna tell him you hate his guts and will never love him."

"But-"

He starts pushing me, "And when you do, you're gonna text me, because if you don't tell him then I will."

"Wait, I-"

"So don't even try that with me. Now hurry up," he lets me go, but pushes me so hard forward I nearly fall over.

I stick my tongue out, and start walking to where Carter was headed. What am I doing? I can just call him!

I start dialing his number, my fingers so shaky I can hardly press the buttons.

"Hello?"

"Um, hey, Carter. It's Zoey. We need to talk."

"Oh, hey Zoey. Is something wrong?"

"Yeah," I reply, my hand fidgeting with my necklace.
"What?"

"Well, about our little date..."

"Yes?"

"I can't really come... I'm really sorry, I just don't like you in that way."

I can almost hear his heart breaking, while a very small and wavering voice responds, "Alright, I get it. See you later."

"Hello? Carter?" I guess he hung up. I text Cole- I used to have his number, and never deleted it- and told him what I did.
Maybe it was wrong. But I was honest. I can't lie to someone I care about.