For just one night
Then you go back to your life
And I'll go back to mine
"Honey, your date's here." I could hear my mom calling, clearly putting emphasis on the word date. It was like I had never been on a date before. Oh wait, I hadn't.
I scrambled over to my mirror for some last minute touches to my makeup and hair. I pulled my brush through my hair and made sure none of my makeup was smudged. For me, I thought I looked pretty good. Not as good as someone like, say Alicia, but no one can look as good as her unless they have amazing gene's and a professional makeup and hair artists living in their house. I crossed my fingers that Cam would thing so too.
Cam agrees. I can see it all over his face when I come down the stairs. It makes my insides glow. It also makes me want to puke. My mom has him cornered in the hall and is bubbling with animated questions. My face flushes red with embarrassment but thankfully he doesn't seem to mind. I guess he's used to this. All I can think about is getting out of my house.
"You kids have fun," My mom yells from the front door as we walk down the driveway to his car. A Porsche, I might add. Derrick would be jealous.
I'm grateful she hasn't whipped out the camera.
"Well that was fun," he says, opening the red door for me. How chivalrous.
"Just be glad my dad wasn't there to go all FBI on you." I get in, stare out the window at my mother's figure backlit in the front doorway, where she's standing and waving, I want to sink into the leather and disappear.
Cam starts up the nearly silent engine. "Buckle up. I likes to drive fast. This car demands it."
I do what he says, grateful, for the first time in my life, for the heavy rap music blaring out of his speakers. Now that we've left my house and are in the car alone, it occurs to me that other then tutoring, we have nothing in common, and that I know nothing about him.
We drive in silence. Which works for me because it gives me time to think. To think about Derrick and what he's doing right now. This is the longest we've gone without speaking. We've talk to each other every day. It feels wrong.
I had forgotten that Derrick worked at this movie theatre. Of all the theatres in Westchester, he had to work at the one that I was on a date at. Go figure. As he called next and saw that it was Cam and I, I could see his expression turn stony. Like a blank canvas. He didn't even acknowledge that I was there.
"Welcome to Cineplex. What movie would you like to see?" He asked us in a monotonic voice.
This wasn't Derrick. Last time Massie and I had come to see a movie here and Derrick had been working, he had given us free tickets and had talked to us for 30 minutes before his manager came and told him that we had to leave or he would get fired. Now, he wouldn't even look at me.
"Two tickets to see Killers." Cam slid the money through the slot and grabbed the tickets from the Derricks hands.
"Theater 9, have a good time. Next please." And with that he was done. Not even a hello. Cam must have sensed that I was stressed because he slung his arm around my shoulder and gave it a squeeze.
"Don't worry about it. He's just jealous. What theater did he say again?" All trace of concern gone in his voice as he looked around, trying to remember what number.
"Theater 9." I replied sadly. So far tonight wasn't going anything like my fantasies.
We gave our tickets to the guy and then we entered the theater. Oh my god it was packed. There were no two seats beside each other. "Cam I think we're going to have to separate."
He smirked at me, "Claire, you're with me. Come on." He grabbed my hand and pulled me up to the middle row. "All right people. I need two seats in the middle."
I nearly laughed out loud when she saw this girl from her math class, Kori, and this guy scurrying out of the middle. "Are you serious? People will actually do that for you?"
"Claire, when you're star of the football team, you can get whatever you want." We edged our way through the seats. I could feel people staring at me and wondering why I was with Cam. I was thinking the exact same thing as them. We took our seats and the theater dimmed. It was as if it was waiting for us to sit down.
After the movie we found ourselves on the hood of his car, parked on the hill overlooking Westchester. It was dark outside and you could see everything. The stars were twinkling and so were the lights of the city. It was wonderful. Slightly cheesy. Just slightly. It was also freezing. Typical Westchester. Being freezing in may. I knew I should have brought a sweater.
"That was a pretty funny movie eh?" he said.
No. It really wasn't. "Yeah it was. It was oober funny." I answered, giggling at the same time, trying to hide the nervous crack in my voice.
We looked at each other, and smiled. His smile was radiant, his different colored eyes dancing. He leaned closer and put his arm around me. I leaned closer to him and rested my head on his shoulder. I could hear his heart beating; my head rose and fell slightly in time with his breathing. There was a hint of sweet cologne on his collar, Draakar Noir my favorite. I secretly put my hand in my pocket of my jeans and grabbed a Kleenex, trying to rub some of the sweat off my hands.
He turns and pulls me against him. He kisses me hard and my knees go weak. He gives me his tongue and I like it. He runs his hands down my back, lifts me for a closer fit. When he pulls away, he's breathing hard. I like knowing I cause it, but it's scary too. He reaches over and jerks the back door open, saying "It's warmer inside."
I know if I get in with him, something will happen that I really don't want. Not now anyway. I have other plans for my virginity that don't involve the backseat of a Porsche on top of a hill looking over my hometown. "I-I don't think we should."'
"Should what?"
"Should get inside." My face turns to a flaming shade of red and I'm freezing again.
He looks appalled, slams the back door, and opens the passenger door. "I don't ask more than once babe. Get in. I'm taking you home."
Feeling mortified, I climb in the Porsche.
He pulls out, maneuvers through the trees. I hold my breath and hope that he doesn't hit anything. He punches his iPod and I stare out the window, knowing that my big date with Cam Fischer was a fail, over before it even began.
Cam pulled up into my driveway. The street was silent. Derrick's bedroom light was on, but as soon as we pulled in, it turned off. Ass-hole.
Mom hadn't turned on the front porch light – to give Cam and I privacy, I assume. Pathetic.
Cam walks me to the front and I say, "I guess this is good night."
He hugs me which surprises me. This is a real hug, not like the one he gave me when he wanted me to crawl into the backseat with him. With my cheek pressed to his chest, I feel warm, snuggly, accepted. "Can you forgive me?" he asks. "I'm really sorry."
My stomach soared and the warm feeling is back. "Yeah I think so."
He lets me go. "Awesome. I'll text you."
I slide inside my house, stand at the narrow window next to the front door and watch him return to the car, get in and drive off. I still feel like nauseous but happy too. My first date went better then I thought it would. Nothing like my fantasy of him taking me on his private jet to some island that his parents owned, but it was still nice.
I tiptoed up the stairs and down the hall, carefully so I wouldn't wake up my mother and have to go through interrogation. That could wait till the morning. But for now, all I wanted to do was get this make up off my face and curl up into my bed and sleep.
So please don't hate me.
I know I haven't updated in a year or something but I have reasons
1.) I originally had this written up on the document uploader thing ut being the idiot I am, I forgot they only last for 30 days
2.) My computer crashed so I lost the chapters
3.) I got bored of fanfiction. But I'm back now.
4.) I had writers block
5.) My life is super busy
So I'm ReallyReallyReally sorry.
This also kinda sucked.
But the next one is better. It should be up on Monday.
peace out
Clhoepa
