Chapter 15:
"I'm going to pick you up at 8 tonight okay?" Mike said as I entered my car.
"Yes babe, I will see you later." I blew a kiss, rolling my window down.
"Eight! I don't want to be waiting." Mike warned and I winked at him, before driving home.
"You took your time getting home." Mom said as I opened the door, and I had been doing such a good job at avoiding my parents. I turned to exit the house, but Mom stopped me.
"Wait right there Nikita, we need to talk." I turned to face her and laughed at the pleased look on her face.
"About what? About how all my brothers finally know the truth? About how I haven't been what you and Dad wanted? About all the secrets we are keeping. Because Mom I can't do it anymore. I can't pretend to be put together, because I'm not. I'm not who everyone thinks I am because of you and Dad. I wish so much that all the secrets that I'm forced to keep never existed, or I could at least tell somebody. But I won't because it will hurt you so much, and no matter how much you and Dad hate me I wont hurt you like that. So please whatever you are going to say, please just think about it before you hurt me even more." I hated saying it aloud but I said what needed to be said. It was quite simply the truth.
"I am so sorry Nikita, we never meant to put you in this position." Mom looked genuinely sad, and for one small moment I thought I was going to forgive her. Until I remembered the hatred they truly felt for me, how I would never be what they wanted.
"Save it. I don't need any more lies right now, what did you want to tell me?" I asked trying desperately to change the subject.
"Your father and I will be flying to London tomorrow for a month to visit your grandparents." She finally sighed, clearly giving up on the subject to.
"Why are you telling me? It's not like you ever have before." I shrugged nonchalantly.
"Nikita I am trying to be a better mother! I am trying so hard to be what you kids need, but you are making it impossible." Mom's spoke and I wondered if she really knew what she was saying.
"You ruined your chances with me a long time ago Mom. We both know that." I coldly replied before brushing past her up the stairs. I could feel her not moving, clearly shocked by what I had said. Maybe it hit to close to home. I walked to my window just looking over the perfect Rosewood scenes. Anyone would think Rosewood would be the safest, friendliest place. Heck our home looks as friendly as they get. I guess no one really knows what goes on behind closed doors. Looking at the time I decided to get some homework done before I needed to get ready. Homework seemed like a crazy concept to me, I haven't done any for so long.
"Girl Mike has been here for twenty minutes and you are still not ready. Get your ass moving!" Blake exclaimed through the door. I kept quiet till I heard his laugh travel down the hallway. Letting out a loud breath I examined myself in the mirror. I hardly even looked as if I had been crying anymore. It is impossible to see emotional scars right? My hair was straightened, falling down to my belly button. I was wearing a crochet white dress with a pair of kitten heels. The gold locket I was wearing had been passed down through centuries of my relatives and I was wearing a matching ring. It all felt so wrong. Stripping for about the hundredth time in the hour I sent a text to Hanna. She would know what I should wear right? My phone rang and I immediately knew it was her.
"Please please please help me! Nothing seems to be right!" I cried letting Hanna laugh on the other end of the line.
"Go in to your closet, and the first dress that catches your eye, pick it up." I did exactly that and just stared at it.
"Well what does it look like." Hanna asked.
"It's the Elizabeth and James rose suvi floral dress." There was silence on the other end so I continued.
"You know the one. Silk mini dress, wide crew neck. Cinched waist?" It was quite beautiful.
"Yeah I know! It will look stunning on you! Pair it with those heels you borrowed from me and a cute locket and you're set." Hanna replied. I could picture the outfit now and it was perfect.
"Thank you! Trust me when I say I owe you one!" I smiled hanging up the phone and quickly getting changed. It was gorgeous, perfectly fitting me. Smiling widely at the mirror I grabbed a clutch and made my way quickly down the stairs. Turning in the foyer I stopped in my tracks when I saw Mike animatedly conversing with my parents. Weren't they supposed to be gone by now?
"If you had come out on time." Jesse laughed materializing at my side. Looking to my left Blake was there cracking up.
"Get him out of there! I'm not going in there." I pleaded, fortunately Mike must have heard some voices, because he looked towards us a huge smile instantly lighting up his face. I smiled back and let him walk towards me.
"You look...wow! It almost makes it worth the wait." Mike winked and I hit him playfully. Seeing my parents walk towards us I quickly dragged Mike out of the door and into his car.
"Don't you think I should have said bye to your parents?" Mike laughed turning the key in the ignition.
"Why the hell were you even talking to them?" I exclaimed, he of all people knew my hatred for them.
"Baby calm down." Mike laughed taking my hand in his. Realizing I was overreacting a bit I took a deep breath and shut my eyes. Nothing was going to ruin tonight.
"This is where were eating?" It was McDonald's. I was not eating at McDonald's.
"No! There is a shortcut through here silly." Mike laughed placing an arm around my waist. Thanking the lord I followed him to a small, sweet street. There were cute boutiques lining the street with a small french restaurant across from ust. It looked so sweet and endearing. Crossing the street I couldn't hide the huge smile across my face. Feeling Mike's eyes on me I blushed.
"It's perfect." I peaked at him through my thick eyelashes and noticed his humble smile. It made him look so cute!
"Reservations for Montgomery." Mike spoke to one of the waiters once we were inside the restaurant.
"Ahh right this way Michaelangelo." The waiter said in a perfect french accent as I suppressed a giggle. Taking our seat and receiving our menus as the waiter left I let out a laugh.
"Don't you like the restaurant?" Mike said immediately embarrassed. To be honest the restaurant was perfect! There was a lovely view of a small lake, it was a candle lit table, and it smelt amazing.
"I love it Michaelangelo!" I giggled watching him go red.
"I think you should stick to Mikey." Mike defiantly said.
"Oh should I?" I giggled again as he inched closer to me.
"I think you should or..." Mike trailed off ending with a wink.
"Or what Michaelangelo?" I smiled cheekily. Mike moved his chair right next to mine and placed his lips on my neck. Tickling my skin I couldn't help but giggle, receiving looks from people around the restaurant.
"Mike!" I protested and he pulled away.
"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you?" Mike laughed, but I knew he heard me perfectly well. Shaking my head I lightly slapped his knee. Mike looked at me with mock offense and placed his lips back on my neck.
"Have you two chosen any drinks for tonight?" A waiter asked approaching us. Mike removed his head staring right at the waiter.
"Her blood, mwahahaha!" Mike joked before lightly biting my neck. I pushed him from me, laughing in ecstasy. The waiter did not look impressed.
"We'll have a bottle of Sauvignon blanc." Mike said smiling at the waiter who gratefully rushed off.
"Ooh Sauvignon blanc, fancy." I giggled as Mike pressed his lips on my neck, steadily working on a hickey. The waiter came and poured us each a glass of wine and left the bottle on the table before rushing off.
"You are killing the waiter!" I protested not wanting him to stop.
"Probably not getting any." Mike muttered, momentarily breaking his touch. I sighed and looked through the menu settling on a salad. Hay I was watching the calories.
"May I take your order?" A new waiter asked this time. She looked quite young and she looked at Mike as if she wanted to get into his pants.
"Ch-Charlotte?" Mike asked, eyes as wide as our plates.
"Oh so you're the slut that was trying to get with Mike? If you didn't notice, he's not interested." I said with a smirk on my face. She looked shocked that I knew.
"I will have the foie gras salad please." I smiled handing her the menu, she looked pissed that she was my waitress. She clearly wanted our positions to swap.
"Coq au Vin." Mike said averting her gaze. She stormed off with our menus causing Mike and I to crack up with laughter. A few minutes later our meal arrived with yet another waiter. This was certainly going to make it hard to tip a particular one.
"Thank you for taking me out to dinner Mikey." I smiled through my eyelashes at Mike, something I had become accustomed to doing.
"Its my pleasure! I know you needed to get away from your family."
"You can say that again!"
"Plus I like spending time with you, alone." I took Mike's hand in mine and just stared in his eyes. The restaurant was perfect, the meal was perfect, Mike was beyond perfect, everything was right.
"I guess what I'm trying to say is... I love you." Mike had turned red and he was nervously eating away at his food. Who cared about anything right now? Mike fucking Montgomery loved me. The girl incapable of being loved.
"I love you too!" I cried leaning towards him for a long, passionate kiss.
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