The Boy Who Blackmailed Me.

Daisy Dukes and Cowboy Boots

I ran a frustrated hand through my damp, chestnut brown hair as I paced my room. Glancing at my digital clock for the literal millionth time, I wondered where in the world this boy was taking me. I mean, what in the world was I supposed to wear?

I ran into my closet again, slowly running my hand along all my hanged clothing. Shirts in the beginning, dresses toward the back. As I made my way toward the back, I thought about the fact that a simple, summer dress couldn't go wrong anywhere I went.

My eye caught a dress, the last one behind everything else. I quickly grabbed it and threw it on. As I stared into the mirror I carefully watched the floral pattern. The tiny soft pink and yellow flowers swam in the white fabric. The thin spaghetti straps showed off my broad shoulders and the bottom laid right above my plain knees. It hugged around the curves and my waist perfectly. Why hadn't I ever worn this dress before? I asked myself. I guess I hadn't noticed it in the back of my closet.

The doorbell rang and my heart sped to the sky. I wasn't even half ready! I hadn't picked out my shoes and my makeup-- oh, my makeup!-- wasn't even started. And since I had showered earlier-- thank goodness for that one-- my hair had unwanted curls! (At a moment like this, it's called FML)

Ugh! I wanted to scream and pull out my hair...

I quickly grabbed a pair of matching flip flops and glanced into the mirror one last time pointing out my ridiculous flaws. The freckles sprinkled around my tan nose and cheeks were totally noticeable, even though I had a relatively clear face. My eye lashes were long and straight, not a touch of mascara on them. My long, curly hair wasn't that bad, I had to admit. I thanked the Lord as I ran down the stairs to open the door.

I was quick to open the door to reveal Derrick with one hand behind his back and the other resting on the doorbell. When he caught my glance, he smiled innocently. "Good evening, Gorgeous." he said in that enamored country accent of his. My jaw dropped at what he wore. I couldn't hide the fact that he looked freaking... beautiful... Well, that certainly wasn't the word I was looking for, but... whoa.

He donned on a blue and red flannel -- even though I usually hated those, he made me reconsider that fact -- blue jeans, cowboy boots and a dark brown cowboy hat that had his blond hair falling into his gentle eyes. No freakin' wonder I could detect a little country accent in him. The boy was country.

Derrick slowly looked me up and down, his grin beginning to fade. "You look..." he paused.

"I know... I look horrible." I broke in. "But only beca--"

"Stunning..." he sighed heavily.

"Well, uh, thanks." I said as I looked down the paint on my toes that were chipped. Goodness, get it together!

"These are for you." he pulled from behind his back a dozen yellow roses with a red, silk ribbon perfectly tied around the long stems. The yellow in the roses matched my summer dress perfectly.

"Whoa, thanks." I said, taking them and smelling them. I closed my eyes and took in the breath-taking tingling feeling. The aroma smelled just like himself. A soft sweetness with a pinch of spice.

Mmmm.

"I didn't know you had freckles." he whispered, that silly grin back on his face. "Or naturaly curly hair."

My eyes flew open at the sound of his voice as I took in every word. "Y-yeah, well..." I trailed off not knowing what to say.

"You must wear a lot of makeup, don't you?"

I chuckled and raised a brow at him. I didn't know whether I should've been offended or not.

"Well, I think you're much cuter without it." he said and then smirked when I didn't say anything else.