I let out a irritated sigh,. Then glared at all the mess Samantha had made in less than an hour, my room was a disaster, scattered with clothes, make up, shoes, make up, etc…
"I found it!" She screeched. I flinched and covered my ears, then slowly looked at whatever she was holding. It was a black cocktail dress, and it had a turtleneck that was embroidered with silver rhinestones, the sleeves were really short and it ended just a couple inches above my knees.
"That's not mine." I stated. She shot me a shocked look.
"Yes, it is. I found it in your closet. Why on earth would you hide something like this?"She asked, looking incredulous. I shrugged, not knowing how to respond. She rolled her eyes and ushered me into my bathroom to change. I stripped down and carefully put the dress on. Then stepped out of the bathroom and did a little twirl to show off the dress a bit, and Samantha squealed, then she moved on to do my hair, making the ends of my hair turn into soft curls.
She applied some mascara, eyeliner, making my eyes look smoky, which looked pretty hot. And then I applied some light pink lip gloss. Then I slipped into black flats. Then I grabbed my black leather jacket, it's sleeves were up to my elbow.
"Don't you think it looks a bit too formal?" I asked, nervously. I didn't go on a date for 5 years. What did you expect?
"No, don't worry. It's perfect." She replied. Fixing a couple curls.
"What are you going to do?" I asked. She shrugged.
"I'm just going to hang out." She said, playing with the hem of her t- shirt . I wriggled my eyebrows at her.
"Hang out or…" I trailed off, smirking suggestively. She blushed, furiously and looked out the window. A couple seconds later I heard a honk outside. I fidgeted, nervously. Samantha got up from her place on the bed and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. I glanced at Samantha with pleading eyes.
"Will you wait for me?" I asked, hopeful.
"I'm sleeping at your house." She reminded me with a grin. I sighed with relief. Then walked downstairs and opened the door.
I saw Chace standing there with Landon. Chace was wearing all white. A white hoodie on top of a leather jacket that hugged his muscular chest, perfectly with skinny white pants. They both glanced up at us when they heard the front door open. Chace's eyes widened when he saw me but Landon kept a blank face on. I took small baby steps towards them and Landon started walking towards me. Our eyes met as he walked passed me and into my house where Samantha was waiting for him. Chace walked up to me and took my hand, softly brushing his lips against my knuckles. Sort of reminding me of last night.
"You look beautiful." He whispered. I smiled at him and let him lead me to his car. I sat in and we drove in a comfortable silence. He pulled up in front of an expensive looking restaurant and got out to open the door for me. I mumbled a quick "thank you" and followed him inside.
As we entered, I gazed up in awe at its beauty. A beautiful chandelier hung from the middle of the grand restaurant and it illuminated the place up, showing its true beauty through the antique decorations and etc… A waitress sauntered over to us. But when she us- or precisely Chace, she straightened up and fixed the blond pile on her head.
"Hello, how can I help you?" She asked in what she hoped was a seductive tone, but she really sounded like she had a fat, chubby frog or toad stuck in her throat.
"Yes, can you please show us a table for two?" Chace asked, politely. She took a few steps towards us- or again him and leaned forward.
"Are you sure?" She breathed. I'm pretty sure that she was trying to show Chace her non- existant cleavage. I bit my lip from laughing out loud at her. Chace stepped away from him and closer to me, wrapping a around my waist. I tensed up, not knowing what to do. Should I stay there or step away and slap the living daylights out of him? Before I could react Chace spoke up again.
"Yes, I'm sure." He said, dryly. All traces of politeness gone from his voice. The waitress flushed a deep crimson and glared at me. I arched an eyebrow at her.
"Please, follow me." She bit out, walking away but it looked like she was limping… You get my point, don't you?
We both followed her, and I was still a bit uncomfortable with Chace's arm around me. I would think that he would have noticed by my stiff posture, but I guess he didn't because he didn't let go of me until I sat down on the ridiculously over loaded table. The table had a pretty good view. Showing bright, colorful lights or the small lake the restaurant was next to, from the window. After Chace pulled out a chair for me, he did the same for himself. Then grabbed a menu from the side of the table and handed it to me. I opened it and scanned it.
"What do you want to order?" Chace asked. I thought for a moment.
"Pasta, I guess" I said, with a little shrug. The waitress scribbled it down on a notepad and then looked at Chace, waiting. I noticed her scruffy Mary Janes were tapping on the floor, making a irritating sound. I rolled my eyes.
"I'll just have a coke" He ordered. I frowned.
"You're going to make me look fat, if I'm the only one eating ." I said, looking at him.
"No need. You already are." He teased.
"Hey!" I cried, but I couldn't help but grin along with him.
"Though, I'm serious order something. Order anything." I pleaded. I didn't miss the look of disgust that flashed across his face. Though, he finally agreed and ordered the same thing as me. We continued to make small talk until the waitress brought us our food. I tried to look lady- like while I took my first few bites or the achingly delicious pasta. If I was with anyone else, I would have gobbled it down instantly. I glanced at Chace who was playing around in his plate with a fork.
"What's wrong?" I asked, finally. Setting my fork down, he looked up and shrugged.
"Uh, nothing" He replied.
"Is it not good?" I asked, looking down at my pasta, recalling the delicious taste of it. If he said no, he had some serious problems.
"No, it's pretty good." He assured me. I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at him. I had previously draped my leather jacket over my chair. He stared at me, blankly.
"Well…" I prompted, motioning for him to take a bite. He gulped and picked up his fork and hesitated before taking a small bite. I saw different emotions pass his face. The main was disgust. He put the fork down and put a hand over his mouth. I frowned, confused and hurriedly poured him a glass of water and then I raised it to his lips. He drank it in a huge gulp. I looked at him, seriously worried. What if his pasta was poisoned? If it was I would make sure that slutty waitress was sentenced to death.
"Are you okay?" I asked. Chace nodded and tried to smile but it came out as a grimace.
"I'll be back." He choked out. I nodded and watched him practically jog across the restaurant and into the restrooms. I thought for a moment and took a bite of his pasta, trying to see if something was wrong. I frowned in confusion. Okay, it was confirmed. I had agreed to date a boy with bad taste in food. Chace returned a couple minutes later and opened his mouth but then closed it. Looking like a fish, a quite adorable one.
"Let me guess, pasta hasn't made its way onto your favorite food's list, right?" I asked, smirking. He chuckled but nodded. After the… event, we just talked about random stuff her and there. I was the only one eating while Chace just took a couple sips of his drink.
I finally finished my plate and we both got ready to leave, after Chace paid the bill. Of course I insisted on paying because I was the only one that had eaten. But he only refused.
Duh, that's what you're supposed to do when you want to impress a girl.
We headed out towards the parking lot. I waited patiently for him to look around for the car keys, while looking at our surroundings. I saw something white flash on my right. Chace's head snapped up and to the right. I looked at him, surprised he caught the "thing" even thought his head was faced down towards the car door. He just stared at that spot for a couple seconds before opening the door for me to get in the car.
I got in and waited for him to start the car and soon we were driving back the way we came. The first couple of minutes I just stared out the window into the darkness, it was almost 10 now. Chace reached over and put the radio on, trying to ease the awkwardness in the car. But he just increased it by putting on a sexual song. I cleared my throat, uncomfortably and glanced at Chace from the corner of my eyes. As I expected, he was turning red, also.
I reached out and changed the station, to make it worse. Another song in the same category played o. I tried changing the station a couple times, but the other ones had worst songs on. I mean, was ex invented today?
Not being able to hold it anymore. I burst out laughing. Chace threw me a are- you- crazy look, which I ignored, easily and tried to calm myself down. After a couple minutes, I stopped myself from giggling but couldn't help but smile.
"Are you done?" Chace asked. I could hear the laughter in his voice. I nodded and continued looking out the window. He chuckled, softly. He pulled up in front of my house. Then got of the car and opened the door for me. I smiled at him and we both walked towards my porch. We stood there for a couple seconds before I spoke up.
"So, do you want to come in?" I asked, not wanting to be rude. To tell you the truth, I really didn't want him to come inside with me, alone. I wondered where Samantha was.
"No thanks, its getting late. Won't your parents mind?" He asked. I looked away.
"They're dead." I muttered.
"Oh… I'm sorry." Chace said, sounding sincere. I gave him a small smile and nodded. I didn't see the defeated look on his face. We stood there for awhile, enjoying the cool breeze blowing on our faces.
"Listen, I had a great time today. So… thank you." I said. Chace beamed.
"Yeah, it was… eventful." He joked. I laughed, recalling the previous events.
"Though, I'd really like to take you out again." He added. I hesitated but then nodded. He leaned forward.
I froze.
My breath hitched. Instead of his lips landing on my lips, they brushed softly against my cheek. He pulled away but his face was still pretty close to mine.
"Friday, after school?" He whispered. I nodded, looking at me feet. He smiled his goodbye and got into his car and drove off. I stood on the porch for a few seconds after that, with this dreamy look on my face. Then before turning around to go inside my house I saw something red flash out of the corner of my eye. My head snapped towards it. I frantically looked around.
And that's when I heard whispers.
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