I know it's been a really long time – Chemistry is killing me. I promise to try to update more often!
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The rest of the day was fairly uneventful – Scott and I flirted, but there was no more kissing. I went home with a promise that Scott would meet me in front of the school tomorrow, and maybe call tonight. He gave me a quick hug outside my mom's car – I blushed furiously as I saw my mom's smiling face peering out of the car. I pecked his cheek quickly before untangling myself and waving goodbye. I slipped into the car and rolled my eyes at her smug expression.
"So, when's the first date?" She asked, tossing her golden waves as she drove. I stuck my tongue out childishly, hoping she could see it from the side. And then I blushed.
"Soon? If you'll let me go, that is." My mother flashed me a blinding smile – my gorgeous, youthful mother. "Just don't get hurt, Char." I gave a one-sided grin – that's what I was scared of, but I just couldn't help trusting him. He was so light hearted and fun… but was he for real? I shook off the disturbing thoughts – those were for later. For now, I just wanted to have fun.
Car rides with mom were so different than they were with Dad – I loved my mom to death, I could tell her anything and everything.
"So. I hear there's another new guy at school. Nick, I think it was. You should become friends with him – he's probably out of place, and you can relate." She noted. I shrugged, but made a mental note to look out for someone who seemed a bit uncomfortable.
FANG POV
There she was – beautiful dirty blonde hair, not the ugly kind, but the off golden kind – the gorgeous kind. Warm brown eyes and full lips. She was gorgeous.
She was kissing another guy.
I fought the urge to run to her and rip him off, to scream in her face and ask her if she couldn't remember me.
But I already knew she didn't. And I couldn't face the rejection – not again. I tore my eyes away from her, and drudged off to class in the hellish place, my heartstrings trying to pull me back to Max.
Determinedly, I placed one foot in front of the other in my slow procession away from Max, and then simply broke off into a full out run. I couldn't face her…
MAX POV
I was almost finished with my homework when the phone downstairs rang. My mom picked it up, and then I heard her slippered feet coming up the stairs toward my room.
"It's Scott." She mouthed silently and handed the phone to me.
"Hello?" I asked, trying to make my voice sound as girly as possible. Pitiful, I mentally scolded myself.
"Hi Charlotte!" He said, sounding genuinely elated – unless he was a really good actor. "I know this is on really short notice and stuff… but… I was wondering… ifyoucouldgotodinnerwithmetonight?" He said, rushing the last part in his hesitance.
I laughed lightly to make him feel at ease. "My mom should be okay with that. When and where?"
"I'll pick you up around six. There's a place I really like to go to, and girls seem to like it a lot…" He trailed off at the last part.
"Okay. See you then!" I said, musing over the last part.
"Bye." He said, and I was the one to hang up first – no "you hang up" games for me.
I told my mom about the date, if you could call it that, and she was all in a flurry.
"Your first date!" She piped excitedly as she tore through my closet.
"Mother! Calm youself!" I said sarcastically as I dragged her outside. "I'll get ready ON MY OWN."
"Don't forget a jacket! It's cold out!" She called from my door as I unceremoniously locked her out. I pulled on a simple polo, skinny jeans, Converse and a Pac-Sun zip up hoodie.
I didn't really want to dress up for one date – it wasn't that big of a deal, to me, anyways. I left my wavy hair as it was, and dashed downstairs in time to answer the doorbell.
"Hey!" I said, smiling widely. His car was parked outside – a BMW, as far as I could identify it.
"Hey." Scott said as he held out his hand and I took it, kissing my mother goodbye and giving my glaring father a reassuring smile. Like a gentleman, he held open the door for me and I slid into the car. We arrived quietly at the restaurant, having hardly said a word to each other.
Truth be told, I was scared out of my mind. We didn't really KNOW each other – we weren't the fairytale best friends turned lovers, like I'd once imagined I'd have – we were just kneejerk high school students who thought they were madly in love.
Once the waiter seated us at a table in the small, cozy restaurant, a grin broke out on his face.
"You know, I was dumbfounded for a bit there – you didn't tell me your mom was some British supermodel." He joked
My mouth dropped. So he made me all contemplative and scared because of my PARENTS? I momentarily glared at him, and then gave a mocking smile.
"You never asked." I said sweetly. He stuck his tongue out childishly.
"Shut up and order some food."
As soon as our food came, I dug in – I was starving. Scott seemed genuinely surprised at my ordering a cheeseburger – he hadn't had his fair share of normal girls, evidently.
And then suddenly, the small hair on the back of my neck prickled – there was someone watching me…
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