Running into the player

Chapter 11 - A First

"No!" I cry, wrapping my arms around him, hugging myself closer.

"I just don't think pretending to be in a relationship is getting us anywhere." He tells me, moving his hands to grip my waist.

"This is the worst fake break up ever." I say against his chest, making him laugh.

"Atleast we can see other people." He says lightly, something hinting in his voice.

"You've found someone else!" I scream, breaking away from him and placing my hands on my hips.

"No." He denies, blushing furiously.

"You have!"

"Maybe." He mumurs, his cheeks bright red.

"Naww!" I drawl, pinching his cheeks softly.

"Stop!" He laughs, grabbing my wrists and pulling my hands to my side.

"Who is this lucky duck?" I ask him, sliding my hands out of his hold.

"His name's Dylan."

"Tell me everything!" I mock his voice, causing him to slap me lightly on the arm.

"He's tall, dark and handsome." Nat tells me with a smile, his blush slowly fading from his cheeks.

"A perfect guy!" I squeak, happy for him.

"Do you want to meet him?"

"When?" I bounce excitedly.

"I'm meeting him tonight for dinner." He tells me, pulling out his phone from his pocket. "I'll text him and tell him you're coming."

"But wont I ruin it?"

"Of course not. He'll love you!" He starts texing, his thumbs slamming rapidly into the keyboard.

"Then okay, i'll come." I agree, probably a bit too late seeing as he has already texted him.

"You should wear your sexy dress!" He says, walking over to his table and throwing the bag with my new black dress at me.

"I guess." I grab it out of the bag and play with the fabric, feeling it snap back into shape when I pull at it. This is going to show off my curves amazingly.

"Dylan's fine with it." Nat tells me, playing around with his phone.

"Sweet." I say, putting the dress back into the bag.

"Well, i'm going to have a shower. Feel free to get ready, we're leaving in about an hour. Love you!" He calls, walking into the bathroom. I stand in the middle of the living room until I hear him turn the shower on, the soft sound of running water snapping me out of my trance. I take my dress into Nat's bedroom and lay it neatly on his bed, smoothing out any crinkles. I take my hair out of the bun it is in and let it fall losely, showing off the natural wave. I rip off my clothes and pull the black dress on over my head, flipping my hair out once it was on. My black heels paired nicely with the dress and my makeup was still intact from this morning so I didn't have to change it. Nat walks into his bedroom wearing only his jeans, no top covering his bare chest.

"Oh my god Callie!" He growls, clutching his heart. "You scared me to death!"

"Sorry!" I squeak, picking my crumpled clothes off of the floor.

"It's okay." He mutters, walking over to his dresser and spraying on some deoderant.

"Nice abs." I wolf whistle, smacking my hand on his hard chest.

"It's called a gym." He says, grabbing a light blue shirt and tugging it on.

"I should join the gym." I mutter to myself.