Shy Guy

Chapter 12

I take Kyle completely off guard when I grab the front of his shirt, pulling him in to kiss him.

Holy shit... Kyle is too sexy. Really. I can't even... Okay I'm going to go die now.

When we finally pull away from each other, Kyle gives me a breathtaking smile.

"Meet me outside your window at midnight." He whispers, pulling himself away from me and exiting the shop.

Is it possible for Kyle to have just gotten ten times hotter?

All of a sudden my thigh starts to hurt. I look down, screaming as I notice the spilt coffee on my lap.

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After rewrapping my thigh up in bandages, I look up at the clock and scream. It's 11:03, leaving me with less than an hour to get ready.
What do I wear?!? He didn't say, 'wear something comfortable' or anything, and I don't know whether to dress up or just wear trackies and a shirt.

This calls for an emergency.

I pick up the phone, dialling Freya's number. She picks up after one ring.
"Hi!" She squeals, but I don't have time to pull away.

"FREYA! I need your help desperately! It's a matter of life or death!" I exclaim.

"What is it?!?"

I breathe in, exhaling slowly. "What the fuck do I wear?!?"

"Where are you going?" Asks Freya, getting excited.

"A date with Ky-"

"OMIGOSH I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!" She squeals. "Okay, I'm coming over now!"

I laugh, hanging up.

This was going to be interesting.
About thirty seconds after I hung up, the doorbell rings. I rush downstairs to get it.

It's not Freya, it's Dale.

"What?" I ask, a little bit rudely.

"I was just wondering if you were doing anything on this fine evening?" Dale bends over, pulling out a rose.

"Um... Well I'm actually kind of busy..."

"At midnight? What are you doing? Maybe I could help?" He asks.

"I'm actually kind of already going on a date with your brother..." I admit, shakily.

The light leaves Dale's eyes. "Oh, okay... Well I'll just... Uhh..."

"I'M HERE!" Freya screams, rushing down our driveway. "You're going to look so gorgeous!" She squeals, elbowing Dale out the way and slamming the door in his face. "Let's go!"

I roll my eyes as she drags me up the stairs.

Wait... Did Dale just ask me out?

No.

It was a friend thing.

No.

I feel kind of bad for doing this to Dale, but let's be honest. Would you rather a sexy guy, or a sexy ass werewolf shy guy? I think I'll take the latter.

"I brought over sixteen dresses, I wasn't sure which one you'd want." Freya says, rushing up the stairs already unpacking her makeup. "Did he say anything about where you were going?"

I hurry after Freya, picking up the trail of makeup she had dropped behind her. "He told me to meet him outside my window." I pause. Isn't this like in every werewolf story where the werewolf takes the girl on a date into the forrest, stuff happens and the girl becomes more suspicious that the 'man' isn't a 'man'?

Okay, hold up Rider. This happens to me all the time. I get some idea in my head, and then it gets stuck until I start to actually believe it. Kyle is NOT a werewolf, I just read too many books.

"Wait, what?" Exclaims Freya. "Outside your window? But you're on the second floor!"

"Yeah, I dunno. Maybe he means the bottom floor?" I suggest.

"Or maybe he's just a werewolf." Says Freya.

"Holy crap!" I exclaim. "We have been spending way too much time together!"

Freya gives me a look, before pushing open the door to my bedroom. "Well, it is a full moon tonight."

"It is?" I ask, peering out of my bedroom window. The moon was completely full.

"Here are all the clothes I brought over. I didn't bring anything too fancy because it's the first date and that would be weird. I took heaps of dresses in case you were going out but I also brought over some other more casual clothes, you know just in case." Freya says, laying out all the clothes on top of the mess on my floor.

"Can't I just wear some of my own clothes?" I ask, although I already know the answer.

"No!" Freya yells. "Quick, choose one! I still have to do your makeup!"

All of a sudden, there is a knock on my bedroom window. Freya and I share a glance before beginning to scream.

"GO AWAY! SHE'S NOT READY!!!" Freya screams. I quickly throw on one of the outfits Freya chose for me whist she decides on my makeup. She splashes some mascara and concealer on my face before shoving me towards the window.

"Hi." I say, opening the window.

"Hey." Kyle smiles. "Hi Freya!" He calls out, having heard her dying in the background.

"Okay, first of all- how the hell did you get up here?!?" I ask. Kyle just smiles.

"Come on, I have something to show you." Kyle disappears from the window, having jumped to the ground from the ledge.

"Holy shit, he really is a werewolf!" Freya exclaims. I laugh, running down the stairs to meet Kyle at the front door. On the way down I run into my dad.

"Where the hell are you going and who was screaming?" Dad complains, obviously having just woken up.

"Dad, remember, I told you. I'm going on a date." I remind him, standing up on my tippy toes and planting a kiss on his cheek. "Night dad."

"Night." He mumbles, continuing to head upstairs.

I rush over to the front door, opening it and smiling at Kyle. "Do we go?"

Kyle smiles, scratching the back of his neck. "Yeah, I guess so."