Chapter Twenty Five

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The next day, Ashton asked me what day would be best for our date. I told him Friday night. He agreed and told me he would pick me up at six. The next day, he asked me what I wanted to do. I told him that I didn't know. The next day, he said he knew of a restaurant that we could go to, and I agreed to it. And soon, enough, it was Friday morning.

Waking up, knowing I had a date tonight, was nerve-racking. Everyday, Ashton had tried to make conversation with me. He would even go as far as trying to hug me again. I made sure we never got that far.

I almost decided to hesitate in what I was going to wear today, but then I remembered I didn't care. And that the date was tonight, not during the school day.

Going through school with the knowledge that I had a date tonight was weird. I felt like a lot of people were looking at me as I would walk past. I felt like they knew something that I didn't and it aggravated the hell out of me. Even Josh seemed to be a little more happy and excited than normal.

As weird as the day was, it ended and soon enough, I find myself getting ready for the date. Looking through my closet, I try to find something nicer than normal. I have a feeling that we're going to a nicer restaurant.

Spotting my light blue, knee length dress, I pull it out and look at it. Two thin straps, a tight bodice that flows down to the knees at the waist. No frills, no bling, just a simple, light blue dress. Paired with white flats, I think this would be a nice outfit to wear.

I change into the dress and search through the floor of my closet for my white flats. Not finding them, I realize that they're downstairs. Sighing, I walk out of my closet and walk over to my makeup. Looking at the foundation, eye liner, eye shadow, blush, and lip gloss, I can't decide if I want to put on more makeup then usual.

I don't want to treat this as a real date because it's Ashton. He's a jerk, if I'm being honest. But I can't help feeling that I need to put my best foot forward. I can't help liking him despite him being a douche. It doesn't connect in my brain.

Picking up my foundation, I decide to use it along with my black eye liner and blush. That's not too much and it doesn't say 'trying too hard', yet it's nicer than normal, which is what I want to go for. Looking at myself in the mirror, I cock my eyebrow at myself. Why am I making such a big deal our of this? I shouldn't, is the right answer.

"I'm not." I lie to my reflection. I carefully massage the foundation into my skin, followed by the thin line of eye liner on my eyelids and a small sweep of pink blush on my cheeks.

Giving myself a small smile, I turn around and am about to leave my room, when I remember my phone is sitting on my nightstand. I quickly turn back around and grab it. I would have to carry it around to where ever we go. Not wanting to do that, I walk back to my closet in search for a purse. Spotting my small white one, I grab it and put my phone in it. Slinging it over my shoulder, I walk out of my room.

I go downstairs to the living room and am about to sit down on the couch when I realize the time. Ashton is supposed to be here in five minutes. Cursing the time in my head, I quickly walk over to the closet by the garage where we store a multitude of things, including shoes. I immediately spot my white flats and quickly slip them on. Pushing the garage button, it starts making a lot of noise and it opens. The fresh air greets me instantly. I walk outside and close the garage door.

Almost as if it was waiting for me to come outside, a car pulls up at the end of the driveway. I can't see who it is due to the seemingly tainted windows, but I know it's Ashton. I walk out the front door, turn around and lock it, and head to the car. When I'm about five feet away, I freeze, feeling a sense of déjà vu wash over me. The car, which I thought was black, is actually blue. I must have been frozen for too long because a second later, Ashton opens the drivers side door and gets out.

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