Playing Matchmaker

chapter twenty three

p a r t y p o o p i n g , d a t e s a n d c l u m s y s i t u a t i o n s .

«----------------/---------------»

Picture: Nova's date clothes. What do you think? Yay or nay?

Video: Playing Matchmakers trailer. Be sure to check it out so that you can see the whole cast! ;)

«----------------/---------------»

I had raided Georgia's candy bar.

Okay, it may sound like I'm a theft or something, but I just couldn't help myself. There were so many candies to choose from, so I had to have a bit of everything. As in, I filled up three bags worth of them. People looked at me curiously as Tyler and I left the reception with bags of Wonka Nerds, Hershey Kisses, Reese's Pieces, Red Vines and many other types of candy.

I popped a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup into my mouth, nearly moaning as they chocolate hit my tongue. Peanut Butter Cups are my favourite type of candy, by far. Nothing beats Peanut Butter flavoured candies, ice cream and drinks.

"Thanks for taking me with you," I say to Tyler as we step into his car. Tyler's car is the epitome of sexy, with its sleek black finish and leather interior. I could live in it - not kidding. "I had a great time."

"No problem," Tyler smiles, opening the passenger door for me to get in. "I obviously had the hottest date of the night."

I raise my eyebrows at him, "You think so?" To me, I just felt average. Georgia has quite a few friends, but they're more on the geeky side than the cheerleader slash footballer kind of person. I met a few of them, and they seemed pretty nice. One of them was my utmost favourite, because he kind of looked like Dylan O'Brien. Tyler got so jealous when I said that, because he knows how much I love him.

"I know so," he shoots me a cocky smirk, "Cake Batter, you really don't understand it do you? Want me to sing 'What Makes You Beautiful' for you to get it?"

I let out a snort. So unladylike. That's the song about not knowing you're beautiful ... right? "I guess it wouldn't hurt," I shrug my shoulders innocently. Tyler revs the engine of his car, and then puts his foot on the accelerator. His car is so smooth to drive, much nicer than my mother's car or Nate's for that matter.

"No way," he protests.

I roll my eyes at him, turning the radio on so there was some background music. Taylor Swift blasts through his speakers, as I may have turned it up all the way. Taylor has good music, okay? Well, most of it is. I turn to Tyler with a creepy smile. "Sing this!"

"Once upon a time a few mistakes ago, I was in your sights, you got me alone. You found me, you found me, you found me," I start singing I Knew You Were Trouble horribly. I was practically yelling the lyrics, while Tyler laughed his head off in the driver's seat. "Come on party pooper, sing with me!"

"Cause I knew you were trouble when you walked in. So shame on me now," Tyler joins in.

"You sound like a donkey," I wheeze out in laughter. His voice isn't the best, but I don't really care.

Tyler continues singing, ignoring my mean comment. These are the times that I never want to end, because nothing feels better than having fun with someone who means a shit load to you. Emphasise on the shit.

«----------------/---------------»

I was tossing and turning all night, and I couldn't seem to wipe the smile off my face. I'm going on a date today. A date. With a hot guy. Nova Lockheart earned herself a date and didn't even have to grovel for it. Sure, I've been on dates before, but this is Tyler Bradford we're talking about.