Zane Cyrus is a moody boxer from England. He hates small talk, fake politeness, happiness and most of all he hates it when people can't mind their own business.
Calista-Mae is the epitome of sweet. She cares deeply for those around her and will go...
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CALISTA
I SIT opposite both Morgan and Kelsey during our Sunday brunch.
I feel as though it's two against one and I'm losing.
I sip my mimosa, feeling their eyes on me, following my every movement.
And that's when it comes, "EEEE!" Kelsey exclaims.
"I can't belive he asked you on a date! Him, the guy's like brick wall - I didn't even know he could think!" Morgan adds and I roll my eyes.
"It's not a date." I correct, "It's dinner."
They sigh, "It's a date and you know it."
I shake my head, "We aren't like that. We're just friends."
Morgan raises her eyebrow, "Just friends?"
"Okay maybe not just friends, but we sure aren't going on dates."
If I'm going to be completely honest, I'm scared of getting my hopes up. Because of everything that has happened between us I'm worried that I'm going to be expecting too much from him. Too much commitment, too much attention and so I've let my expectations fall to the ground.
But little by little, without me even realising- it Zane has built back up my expectations and now I'm terrified that I'm going to get my heartbroken, for real this time.
Why is everything so complicated? Better yet, why do I complicate everything?
"What are you going to wear?" Kelsey questions and I think for a moment.
"A dress. My black backless one." I tell them and they nod happily.
Morgan clutches her chest, "I'm so happy for you. I still haven't gotten over the fact that he got you flowers."
"And chocolates." Kelsey adds, sighing dreamily and I smile at the both of them, feeling giddy.
"Neither have I. I still wonder if I'm dreaming sometimes."
We finish up brunch and make our way back the apartment. I leave the girls in my room while I shower and I play some relaxing music to calm my nerves for later on.
A date.
With Zane.
Gosh, if only fifteen year old me could see me now. She would die. She would also die knowing that we got abused. But oh well, shit happens.
Climbing out of the shower I wipe the steamy mirror, watching myself as I tie my towel robe around my body, smiling as I hear my best friends giggle from outside the door.
I can't belive I have such amazing friends! After spending so much time with a man, I've been severely deprived of good female friendships and now I don't know how I did it before. I know those girls would go the the end of the earth for me and I would do the exact same thing.
