Courtney's POV
I am NOT going on this date.
I am NOT wearing that silky silver dress
I am NOT making my hair wavy
I'm DRIVING to this date
I'm wearing a BLACK dress
My hair is STRAIGHT.
See? I do have morals.
So, we met at this restaurant called Breadstix….nice place I guess. They just gave us a lot of breadsticks….must be an Ohio thing….
Have I mentioned I hate it here?
So he sat across from me wearing an off blue shirt- almost a dress shirt and jeans, not baggy, thank God.
"You're looking pretty hot." He said with his gaze about a foot below where it should be.
I rolled my eyes and snapped my fingers.
"Hey this isn't a free show here." I hissed.
"Yeah yeah keep your panties on." He paused, reflecting one what he said "On second thought…"
I rolled my eyes again.
"You chauvinistic pig." I grumbled.
His eyes narrowed. "I don't know what you called me, but it sounded insulting."
I rested my forehead on my palm, and then clapped slow and sarcastically.
"Very good, you're catching on!" I hissed.
He mumbled something under his breath as we ordered.
How he ever got me to agree to this, I'll never know.
Puck's POV
Man, what's with this chick? She's tough, smart, rude, a know-it-all, and a prude.
Why do I find that so hot?
What is it about the fact that she could kick my ass turn me on?
I guess I like a strong woman…not that it matters, she's been giving me the deathstare since the appetizers.
But hey, I like a challenge.
She was still picking at her food by the time I was ready for the bill.
"You eat like a pig too." She had remarked at one point. If you ask me, she just eats too lady-like.
"Whatever." I mumbled, sipping the remnants of my drink.
The angry stares between the two were very noticeable, like Courtney would have no problem tearing Puck to shreds. Her sharp glare cut like a knife piercing through him, like she was glaring into his soul…or what was assumed to be a soul.
The bill was paid and Puck drove the 'princess' back home.
"See you tomorrow." He said, leaning in for a goodnight kiss. Courtney looked at him like he was completely insane.
"What do you think you're doing?" She asked softly but harshly
"No kiss?" He pouted in a child-like manner. She rolled her eyes and went inside.
After she was sure she had left, she sunk down to the floor and sighed dreamily, no longer hiding the smile that was now plastered on to her tan face.
And with her gaze distracted and lovesick, she spoke to herself.
"I hate him so much."
