That Boy (That Boy Series Book 1)

by Jillian Dodd

  I pause for a minute. “You can’t get engaged on your first date.” I put my hand on his cheek, kiss him, look into his eyes, and say sincerely, “I’m not saying I don’t want to marry you. I mean that possibility seems very intriguing to me, but don’t you think we should see if we can make it past, I don’t know, maybe the third date or something?”

  Phillip sits there very calmly. He’s known me long enough to know that this is not necessarily my final answer, that I’m working things out in my mind by saying them. I tend to speak what my mind is thinking.

  It does get me in trouble sometimes. But I’m done talking. This is ridiculous. I said no, what more is there?

  Phillip leans over and whispers in my ear. He reminds me of something that happened so long ago that I had completely forgotten it.

  And then, well, all of a sudden, everything made perfect sense.

  Hmm.

  “So, let me ask again,” Phillip says patiently. “Will you marry me, Princess?”

  I smile and say, “Yes!” as he slips the ring on my finger.

  Apparently you can get engaged on your first date.

  And, you know, it’s not like we have to tell anyone right away.

  Right?

  “So can we kind of keep this our little secret?” I ask Phillip. “Like, we’ll start letting people know we’re dating, and then, maybe in a few months, we can announce the whole engagement thing?”

  “Uh . . . sure,” Phillip responds.

  That should work out just fine, I think.

  “So, can we order now?”

  “Um, well, we need to run downstairs real quick first.”

  I give him my dejected look.

  He sighs big at me and gives me an Is your stomach all you ever think about look. “Just quick and then we’ll eat, I promise.”

  He drags me out of the booth and down to the mezzanine level.

  Now, normally, I would ask a million questions about where we are going that’s so freaking important, why we can’t at least eat first, stuff like that.

  But what can I say?

  I’m still a bit dazed by the ring, but I’m also seriously dazed by, well, everything!

  All of it! The roses, the dress, the spa, the limo, the charms, the ring. He really put a lot of thought into this. And I’m starting to grasp the fact that he’s loved me for a long time.

  Why didn’t I ever see that?

  Maybe I’m the one who’s not so perceptive.

  Phillip leads me into a ballroom.

  There are people mingling and talking and a band that looks like it’s getting ready to start playing.

  “This is the fundraiser my parents are at,” Phillip tells me, while scanning the room.

  So much for not telling anyone. I’ll have to stress that this is just between us, and that we will tell people in our own sweet time.

  As I look for his parents in the crowd, I’m surprised to see a few people I know. Like, a couple of the girls from Phillip’s office.

  Hmm, maybe this is a fundraiser that Mr. Mac’s company is hosting or something.

  But then, over in the corner, I spot our friends, Brandon and Neil . . . wait a minute.

  “Hey, Phillip, Brandon, and Neil are over there. Why are they at this party?”

  He ignores my question and points, “Hey, there’s Mom and Dad.”

  But when I see Katie and Eric, I know something is going on.

  Why are all these people I know at this fundraiser?

  Katie is not the fundraiser type.

  And what is it raising funds for, anyway?

  Why isn’t there a sign?

  Finally I say, “Phillip, what the hell is going on here?”

  He looks at me with a huge grin, holds up his hands, and happily says, “Sur-prise! This is our engagement party.”

  I blink, hard.

  What? You’ve got to be kidding me.

  This is keeping things quiet?

  I stand there and stare at him, dumbfounded. I’m sure my mouth is hanging wide open. The boy is nuts.

  “Excuse me? You were so confident that I would agree to marry you on our first date that you planned a surprise engagement party?”

  “Well, not just me.” He grins proudly as he takes my hand. “My family helped a ton, and Danny and Lori, too.” He is so excited about this.

  Who is this man?

  He has taken on some alter ego, and I don’t like it one bit!

  Phillip kisses me quickly and says, “Let’s go up on stage, thank everyone for coming, and tell them it’s official! Now we can party!”

  I look at the stranger standing in front of me and pull my hand out of his, with as much force as I can muster.

  “You arrogant son of a bitch,” I say.

  Well, maybe I growl it. It’s hard to say for certain. But I can tell you this. I am fuming, smoke-flying-out-of-my-ears mad as I take the engagement ring off my finger, shove it into Phillip’s hand, and march toward the stage. The march to the stage feels like it takes forever because there are a million thoughts running through my mind.

  Did all these people come here because they really thought I’d say yes?

  Or did they come for the fireworks of me saying no?

  Do they wish us well?

  Or hope to see us fail?

  I reach the stage and tentatively walk out on it. One of the band members hands me a microphone, and I know I really need to say something to all these people.

  Phillip and JJ sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.

  Great! Now I’m having flashbacks to when I was ten. As I survey the crowd, I see many of the friends who tortured me with those songs, except they’re all grown up now. Well, sort of grown up. I half expect them to break out in song.

  Unfortunately, they are just standing there, staring at me.

  I may die of embarrassment.

  Actually, I wish it were possible to die of embarrassment—then I could drop dead, and I wouldn’t have to do what I am about to do.

  Part of me wonders how in the world I got here to begin with. Phillip and I have been friends for a really long time and only decided to have a real relationship, as opposed to the totally platonic one we’ve always had, all of a week ago.

  And, well, it has been really incredible.

  I mean, Phillip is incredible in ways I hadn’t even imagined!

  Okay, so I might have imagined a little.

  Anyway, as of about six minutes ago, we were out on a romantic first date.

  Then he had to go and blow the whole thing all to hell by asking me to marry him.

  Can you believe that?

  Me neither.

  And, as if it isn’t unbelievable enough that he asked me to marry him on our first date, he was so damned sure I’d say yes, he planned this huge, surprise engagement party.

  Tonight. On our first date. Like, right now!

  On stage, I shudder and mentally prepare myself for what I am about to do. I have to tell everyone who came here tonight that there is NO WAY I’m going to marry that boy!

  I put the microphone up to my mouth and say, “Well, it took me a little while, but I finally figured out this isn’t a fundraiser.”

  Laughter, all around me.

  “Now, I know you all came here tonight expecting to surprise me with an engagement party.” I pause for a minute. “Well, at least you got the surprised part right,” I chuckle.

  Oh, I’m failing miserably up here. Just do it, JJ, get it over with.

  “Actually, Phillip did ask me to marry him tonight. And I have to tell you all that, well, I said NO.”

  The crowd sighs. I glance over at Phillip’s mom. She looks like she’s going to faint, but I continue. I’m in too deep to stop now.

  “I told him that it’s crazy. That this is our first real date, and, God, what would people think?”

  I try not to look at Phillip, but I do. He’s standing very still, staring at my perfect ring, probably wondering how his magical plan went so astray.
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br />   But I go on. “So he told me that he loves me, that he has always loved me, and who cares what people think anyway? But I’m thinking, I do. So I say NO again.”

  The crowd goes, aaahhh, and then is silent.

  What am I doing? If I say no tonight will Phillip still date me, or will he give up on me forever? And what in the world would I do without him?

  Just as my life about blows up in my face, I spot Danny and Lori in the crowd and something very important clicks in the back of my mind. I flashback to the conversation Phillip and I had after their engagement.

  He asked me if I’d ever want to be surprised in front of a whole bunch of people.

  Didn’t he?

  And I told him yes.

  Didn’t I?

  Because I thought it would be so cool to know a guy planned all of it for me.

  My God, I asked for this!

  He did it all for me.

  All of it.

  The spa, the dress, the limo, the charms, the ring, the party. He did it because it’s what he thought I wanted.

  I look at Phillip again and melt. He’s still my Phillip, my handsome prince. He still loves football, and cars, and darts, and, well, me.

  So I decide.

  For good this time.

  What’s my mantra?

  Say it with me now!

  What the hell!!!!

  I continue speaking to the crowd, “But then, Phillip reminded me of something that happened so long ago that I had completely forgotten it.”

  I start to get tears in my eyes.

  “He reminded me of when we were ten, and he gave me my first kiss. We were on the swings out behind school, and right after he kissed me, he got up and ran away. Then, all of a sudden, he stopped, turned around and yelled back, Will you marry me someday?” I smile big at everyone as I remember this and tears start streaming down my face.

  “And I yelled back to him, YES! And so he said that if people ask, I could tell them that we’ve been secretly engaged for the past twelve years. And so,” I close my eyes for a second and think, here goes nothing, open them and look straight at Phillip, “you will probably all think I am very crazy, but I had to say YES again tonight!”

  Everyone screams and laughs and claps.

  Phillip looks up at me, smiles a huge smile, runs, and leaps up onto the stage with me. I wrap my arms around his neck and give him a really big kiss because I know in my heart that I’ve just made the very best decision of my entire life.

  Phillip grabs my left hand and holds it out, so everyone can watch him put the ring back on my finger, where it definitely belongs!

  He smiles at me and says, “Princess, don’t ever take that off again.”

  I kiss that boy, then say very seriously, “You know, if you want to be my husband, you’ve really gotta stop being so bossy.”

  Other Books by Jillian

  That Series

  That Boy

  That Wedding

  That Baby

  The Keatyn Chronicles

  Stalk Me

  Kiss Me

  Date Me

  Love Me

  Adore Me

  Hate Me

  Come and Get Me

  About the Author:

  Jillian Dodd grew up in Nebraska, where she developed a love for

  storytelling, Husker football, and Midwestern boys.

  She currently resides in Texas with her family.

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