Picture Perfect

Chapter 18

I lean against the wall by the front doors as I wait for Drew to show up. My knee is actaully really starting to bother me. I rub it, felling the slight lump from it swelling. Drew rounds the corner just then and makes his way over to me.

"Your here early." He says as if he's actually surprised.

"No, I'm not. I came at the time we were ment to."

"Right."

"Don't you have football practice?"

"Cancelled."

"Oh. Just so you know I only have maybe an hour or two today so let's get going." Dad is leaving tonight so I want to be able to say goodbye before he's gone.

I push up from the wall and limp along with Drew.

"What happened to your leg?" He asks noticing my limp.

"Nothing." I say.

"Let me help you." He comes closer and brings his arm around my waist for support. I jerk away self continously not wanting him feeling my stomach.

"It's okay. Really. I don't need help." His face looks of concern and he steps closer.

"Barbie, come on. Let me help you."

"Drew I'm fine." In my haste to get away I stumble on a random rock that just decided to show up in that exact spot. But I don't reach the ground because Drew's arm catches mine and hoists me back up.

I come painfully clear with the fact that not only is his arm still holding mine but our faces are mere millimeters apart.

My breath catches in my throat as I stare into his eyes. His lips curl into a smile and I shake my head out of the trance, taking a step back. My heart is pounding in my chest and I'm sure my cheeks are blazing.

"You owe me now. So tell me, what happened." He says voice slightly huskey. I let out a sigh, knowing I have to answer.

"Some Caitlyn girl tripped me. On purpose may I add. She's really just a bitch." His eyes go wide and instantly break contact with mine.

"Do you know her?" I ask curiously.

"Yeah, she's uh my girlfriend." This time it's my turn to be shocked.

"Your girlfriend? She's so shallow. How could you date someone like her?"

"She's great once you get to know her." He defends.

"Yeah, once you get in her pants I'm sure she's fabulous." He stops walking once we reach his truck and turns to me.

"I don't see you having a boyfriend so I don't really think you're in a position to judge." I puff up my chest and narrow my eyes

"Actaully, I have a date tomorrow." I say proudly.

"Do you now? And who may I ask is your Ken, Barbie?"

"Ryan Mellow." His eyes widen than narrow and he clenches his jaw while making fists.

"Your going out with Ryan Mellow?" He says through clenched teeth.

"Yeah, what's the problem?"

"Ryan and I have some major beef. You think I'm the player? I'm nothing compared to him." I think of Ryan and can't possibly think of him as a player. Even though I barley know him, I can tell he's not the player type.

"I don't belive you." I say. He lets out a sarcastic laugh.

"I don't care if you belive me Barbie. Just know he's nothing like he seems to be. And I suggest not going out with him."