Chapter 10: Sore Loser.
Friday, or the name day-of-the-diarrhea be more appropriate? I have never been more nervous about a date in my life and it wasn't even a real, real date… it was a test run date; at least that was what I was trying to convince myself it was. The days leading up today have been interesting to say the least. I have been avoiding Parkin, Eric, and dare I say it, Alex for the past week after what happened on Monday. It has not been easy and Alex asked me a couple of times if I was getting cold feet and every time I would squeal a no he would giggle the bastard. He wasn't there today and I thought that maybe the date was cancelled but right after school I got a text saying that he would be here at seven to pick me up. It has been easier to avoid the other two but Parkin was a very persistent guy.
Also, finally, Henry called for a couple of seconds. I had bombarded him with questions about where he was but the only answer he would give me was that he was ok and that he would be back at school on Monday. It helped to lessen my nerves but I couldn't help thinking that this situation has happened before with Alex… and we all know what happened there, though I highly doubt Henry will come back looking at me like he wants to eat me… if you know what I mean. So, the only thing Kayla, Jessie and me can do is wait and then beat the shit out of him for making us worry so much.
"I am so excited! What should I choose to wear?"
I huffed, crossing my arms and simply staring at my mom. "I thought that I got to choose what I would wear for my date, but then again I must be crazy to think that."
She turned her head slightly, giving me a small wink before turning back around… she didn't even respond to my statement as she shuffled through my clothing. Pouting, I stuck my tongue out at her as she continued to pull out my clothes and just toss them on the ground.
"Why don't you have anything wear?" She said in frustration as she tossed another pair of jeans on the ground.
I rolled my eyes; she was crazy if she thought I was going to pick up this mess. "I have a lot to wear you are just being extremely picky right now for no reason. Also, you're the one who buys my clothes."
"No reason! My life long dream is finally coming true of my only daughter marrying one of my best friends children." She signed as another shirt went flying past my face to land on my bed and I glared at the offending shirt.
"Do you know where he is taking you?"
"Nope… I don't really care as long as there is food because I am really hungry." Just as I said the words a small rumble sounded and my mom shot me a look.
"Please act like a lady on this date, that includes no farting or burping that could incite a disgusted reaction." In response I let out a huge belch that continued for a good three seconds. My mom through her head back, laughing and then giving me a small wink.
"That's my girl also allowing the bodily functions to show."
"You know what dad says, a fart through the nose is to a man's heart."
She scrunched up her nose, "I hate when he says that." She turned around and I moved to stand next to her, examining the few pairs that were still hung up. The few items consisted of a light blue blouse that I wore only once before to a dress up project for school. It was peasant style with the slowing sleeves and the knitted crisscross design around the chest. The other option was much more simply, a deep red v-neck shirt that was just tight enough to show curves but loose enough to move.
"I think you should go with the blue one." She said the words just as my hand reached for the red one.
"I like the red one better." This statement resulted in a stare down that brought up images from the gladiator days; who shall last the longest. When I felt my stare begin to lack under her gaze I did the only thing I could; I switched to puppy eyes. She rolled her eyes and stepped back, allowing me to pull the red one out. Before she could move onto the pants I ushered her out of my room. Her protests cut off as I shut my door. I heard her huff as she walked down the stairs.
I grabbed my black skinny jeans from my hamper, I sniffed them… they were clean enough. I pulled my hair from its ponytail, allowing it to fall around my shoulders; I really was having a great hair day. It was straight and thick, falling around my face in a way that made my cheekbones look high and my shoulders not as broad. All I did was run my brush through it and I was done. I didn't apply makeup because, well, I never wore it so why should I wear it now… it didn't seem that Alex cared. Besides, with all the rain that came through here it was kind of pointless to try and wear it because the second you stepped outside it would be all messed up and you would look like Frankenstein's bride.
I slipped on my red flats, sitting on my bed and staring at the clock, it was 6:57 p.m. and the red numbers blinked at me in a mocking way. Should I go down stairs and wait for him? Should I stay up here and let my parents answer the door, then walk down all sexy like? Maybe I should just wait outside? I was about to go downstairs when I heard the doorbell ring… this is it.
I heard voices travel up to me and that was my cue. I walked down the stairs in slow motion, trying to sway my hips a little more but I stopped half way down knowing that I looked like a drunken monkey when I did that. Instead, I took a deep breath and pushed my nerves to the back of my mind, walking down as if I was made of cool cucumbers. The first thing I saw when I reached the living room was Alex's wide smile, beaming such happiness that I felt my heart pick up speed and I couldn't stop my own smile from spreading across my face.
"You look beautiful."
"Thanks… so do you." I wiggled my eyebrows at him and savored the laugh that followed. Everything about him radiated joy and love at this moment and it was infectious. I trailed my eyes other him and held back a sigh of lust. He was dressed in a loose fitted dark blue shirt, setting of his eyes, with a black jacket that hugged all the muscles over his arms perfectly. The dark jeans were just tight enough that I am sure if he turned around an ice view of the shape his ass would be shown.
It wasn't until my dad cleared his throat that I remember there were other people in the room. I watched as my father moved from his space next to my mom, strolling over to Alex with his bulging arms crossed across his chest, he came eye to eye with Alex but intimidation flowed from him and he seemed much taller.
"I know that you are a good boy and that what I am saying isn't really worth it… but if you hurt my daughter I will not hesitate to walk over to your house and make sure that Amanda and Seth never let you see the light of day; which is letting you off easy because if you were anyone else I would just kill you." After his last words my dad smiled, patting Alex on the shoulder. Alex simply stared wide-eyed before nodding vigorously.
Rolling my eyes, I walked over to him before another show of male testosterone and father protectiveness could be shown. Hooking my arm into his, I started pulling him towards the door yelling a quick good bye before the door cut of their other words.
"So where are you going?" I walked in front, trying to hide the bush that had rushed to my cheeks when I felt the vibrations of his touch.
"It is a surprise." He said rushing over to the passenger door and holding it open for me. I gave him an exaggerated curtsey before hopping in.
It wasn't long before we were driving down the roads towards Port Angels. I sat staring out the window; unsure of what to say to him… it was kind of hard to act casual when you made out in the high school janitor closet. However, the other side of me couldn't help but feel flustered and I had to remind myself that this was just a practice date and that it might not even be going anywhere. Finally, after twenty minutes the atmosphere lessened with tension and became more comfortable.
"So are you ever going to tell me what we are doing?"
"Nope… it is going to be a surprise, I want to see those pretty eyes get wide with wonder." He said chuckling.
"What's to say I am not going to hate it?" I teased.
He shrugged those broad shoulders, giving me a mischievous look from the corner of his eyes. "Then I am just going to have to make it up to you won't I."
"I think you would…" I couldn't stop the flirtatious tone that laced my words.
"I love you this way." I glanced at him, noticing the way he looked at me every so often… almost like he couldn't believe that I was actually here.
"What are you talking about?"
A shrug, "You just seem so… happy when you let yourself go. It is like you are always thinking about something and never at rest."
It was my turn to shrug, "Well you know what they say; great minds are never at rest."
"Who says that?" He said rolling his eyes.
"Everyone." I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Name one person."
"Your mom."
"Very clever."
I stuck my tongue out again instead of replying. His hand was quick as lighting as he released one hand from the wheel and grabbed my tongue, preventing me from bringing it back into my mouth.
"Cute tongue… it looks like a fat worm."
I jerked back and he let go. "So now you are calling me fat."
"Only you're tongue but that isn't a bad thing."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
He shot me a look at made a blush creep onto my cheeks, "Thick tongues feel better."
I laughed, "Very clever." I shot back, saying it in the same voice that he had."
"What can I say? I am not only a good ass."
"Well it defiantly gets you points."
"How many points do I have to get before this is an actually date?"
"Well right now you are at 15… so I would say around 60 more and then we can talk about what to call this little thing."
After twenty minutes of going back and forth we finally arrived at the secret location and I raised an eyebrow.
"You have got to be kidding me."
He shot me a cheesy smile, "Nope… better be ready to get your ass whooped."
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"What!" I said, jumping at Alex who was pouting like a little boy.
"You cheated!"
I snorted, crossing my arms over my chest and giving him a cocky smirk. "No I did not… and you are acting very childish right now. Why can't you jut admit that a girl just totally beat your ass?"
"One more round?"
"Only if you feel like losing again."
I took off running around the go-cart track back in line for another round of racing. Alex lost by a step and continued his little pouting season but I could see the excitement radiating from his eyes. We were at this small indoor arcade with rides like bumper cars and a small go-cart track. I hadn't been here in years, not since I was a little kid and I forgotten how fun it was. Not to say it wasn't a little embarrassing because the only other people here were little kids that had to be accompanied by an adult or some really drunk people that were constantly falling and I am sure they didn't even know where they were… we were the only sober high schoolers around.
However, I was having fun, like almost pee your pants fun. While we haven't really talked about anything serious, I have learned some interesting facts about my semi-stalker. He hated cotton candy, loved hamburgers between donuts, and his favorite smell was vanilla-jasmine; which I thought was a little suspicious considering that was my perfume.
'How did you get so good at this? I thought I was going to be able to impress you with my amazing go-cart abilities and win your heart."
"When I was younger my dad and I used to come here by ourselves for dad-and-daughter bonding. This was the only thing I would go on for an hour and I wouldn't stop until I beat everybody at least three times in a row… it was intense."
"You are so competitive."
"No I'm not, I just hate losing and when I do I feel like murdering the person that beat me."
"That is the exact definition of competitive."
I rolled my eyes, giving him a small hit in the stomach with my elbow. Just as my elbow made contact with his tight stomach it let off a loud grumble and a small blush creep onto Alex's face.
"Did getting beat make you hungry?"
"No… I have this condition where I had to eat large amounts of food as often as possible."
"What happens if you don't?"
"I become a bit of a… dog." He gave me a smile that made it seem like there was double meaning in his words and I gave him a look that cleared showed that I thought he was crazy. He chuckled suddenly becoming shy.
"Anyway… lets go get something to eat, I am tired of winning anyway." I said shooting him a cheeky smile. He slipped his hand into mine and the familiar shock of his touch went up and down my arm, reaching the top of my head and going down to my feet. He didn't say a word until we were back in the car. The clock on the dashboard showed eleven but it only felt like a couple of minutes.
"Actually… I have something to tell you… well, more like show you. I talked with my dad and he said that he thought it was time. Besides, I really hate keeping secrets from you and you are in a very good mood right not." He tugged me along and I stared at him in confusion.
"What are you talking about?"
"Look… just promise me that you are going to keep an open mind."
"You aren't going to show me anything that will take my virgin mind will you?"
"No…" He gave me a nervous smile and my suspicions were quickly raised; and just when I was having fun.
"Why are you planning on telling me this now?"
"Because if I don't do it now I never will… besides, when you see Henry you will never let it go."
"Why? Did something happen you Henry? Is he-"
"Henry is ok, calm down… but… look it is too hard to explain. I just have to show you."
"Fine… but if it is your penis I swear I will cut it off."
He chuckled, ignoring the threat in my voice. "As long as I get you're hands on it I will be able to take the pain."
I shook my head, looking out the window as the trees zoomed by. Images of my wolf filled my mind for the first time in a week. I closed my eyes and kept picturing my wolf running free within those woods and a sense of peace settled over me. Alex pulled me out of my thoughts as his hand gripped mine. I didn't do anything except squeeze back, this was the first time that I stopped pretending to not care around him and a weird fear was starting to replace my short lived peace.
I hope that whatever Alex had to show me wouldn't shatter me… because I couldn't keep pretending, not that I ever could; I was starting to fall for him and I don't think I can stop.
END OF CHAPTER:
I know this is short but believe me the next one is going to be much longer... I already have the whole thing planned out it is only a matter of typing it and lucky school is slowing down and college planning is coming to a slow crawl right now. Thank you all for being so patient with me.