Chapter 2 Amy's POV- My stomach was full of jitterbugs. How is it possible that I could feel like this? I remember, just 3 years ago, he used me for his own stupid clue hunt purposes. Now I remember why I forgave him. Anything went, and his psychopath mother practically made him.
I glanced down at my watch. 12:24. 6 minutes until my tour with Ian. My phone vibrated in my pocket. I took it out and looked at the Caller ID. Natalie. Not only do we ever talk, and when we do it's usually her insulting me on what I wear. I slid the bar on the screen to the other side and answered the phone.
"Hello? Who is this?" I said in my most questioning voice, even though I knew who it was.
"Hello? Good Afternoon, Amy Cahill, or... Ames" I could practically hear her roll her eyes when she said, 'Ames'.
"Hey Natalie! How's it going?" I asked her. I'm surprised that my stutter didn't come out.
I guess she was just as surprised as I was. "Fine!" she said in an awkward tone." Just fine. I wanted to tell you something. Your little date with Ian is in like 5 minutes, correct?" she asked me.
Date? This is NOT a date!
"No it isn't a date! It-It's a t-t-tour!" I said. Jeez! I knew my idiot stutter wouldn't stay hidden for long. I could feel myself blushing, and Natalie smirking.
"Okay, Okay. Whatever you say. Well, Ian will ask you on a date during the date." I rolled my eyes at this part. "Direct him to the B section in the library. Vandalia library, not Ridgewood library. Dial my number before you reach there so I can see-well, hear how it'll turn out. Say yes. I want to see how cute you two will look." she said the word cute with sarcasm.
"Okay?" I glanced down at my watch. 12:29. "Gotta go. And would you please stop calling it a date? I've told you before, I have a boyfriend! You even saw him." I reminded her.
"Okay! I understand. Just say yes!" and she hung up.
I sighed and ran downstairs. I breathed in and out, just to calm myself down. I reminded myself silently of the instructions Her Highness gave me. I took my jacket from the closet, got my purse or satchel thing whatever I got last year in Europe. I walked out the door and into the awaiting limo.
And last but not least, I shielded myself for disaster.