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Pen Your Pride

Chapter 12- A night in

I let the scorching hot water wash over me as I stood in the shower, thinking what the hell I was going to do. There was no way I was going to give that jerk a lift, but I couldn't for the life of me find a reason that meant I could escape it

I mean, it was so unfair! The last time we had been alone together, he had told me he 'liked' me, and then a ton of crap about being scared, and expected me to fall for him? PAH! No way in hell mister. Now it was going to be so awkward whenever I saw him, let alone be alone with him! What the hell does 'like' me mean? That he likes me as a friend?

My mind flashed back to the store and I couldn't get the fact that he had tried to kiss me out of my head. He had, hadn't he? I mean, I wasn't just imagining it right? It actually did happen?

'Of course it happened dumb-ass'

My sub-conscience told me as I wrapped myself in the warm fluffy towel and stepped out into my room. I really didn't have time for mind wars, so decided to ignore the stupid little voice in my head.

Stepping in front of my wardrobes, I had no idea what to wear. We were going to watch sunset on the pier, so that meant casual I guess, and it may be slightly chilly. I searched through the clothes, eventually deciding on a pair of white skin-tight jeans matched with a red patterned top, cropped just above my belly button with the sleeves up to my elbows. I slipped on my red toms and glanced at the clock.

I didn't really know when we were meant to be meeting. I sighed heavily, I hadn't come up with any excuse and I didn't want to cause any trouble already. These people hardly knew me! I didn't want them thinking I was a drama queen.

I sat down at the huge dressing table covered with make up, and stared at myself in the reflection. My hair was still wet and my soft curls had become determinedly crazier, my eyes were still slightly puffy from crying and I had bags from exhaustion.

It was time to use some make-up.

I gently applied some concealer to my heavy dark circles, adding some mascara to lengthen my lashes and try to detract from my puffy eyes. Running my fingers through my damp hair, I sighed, the only way to control this is put throw it up in a messy bun, I thought as I grabbed a hair band.

Shoving my phone in my pocket, I walked down the corridor and stairs slowly, trying to find an excuse not to go. Eventually, I gave up and decided that if I was going I might as well not be late. Running into the kitchen, I quickly made a cup of tea and munched on a piece of toast, not sure if we were eating dinner or not.

I checked my phone and left the house feeling...nervous. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake the awkwardness of the situation. I mean, he hadn't practically asked me out and I had rejected him, its not like he's going to forget that easily! At least he won't suddenly hate me again now he's told me he likes me, at least maybe we could be friends. Maybe.

As I walked slowly up Blake's long drive, butterflies filled my stomach and I started chewing my lip. I stopped and breathed deeply calming myself.

It's going to be fine. It's going to be fine. You'll be fine. Everything's going to be fine. He doesn't hate you. Just babble away. It won't be awkward.

Suddenly feeling calm, I carried on walking up the drive slowly. Just before I reached reached his front door my phone went off, I pulled it out and was surprised to see a text from Calvin

'Is it okay if I bring someone to our movie night? Meet me in the kitchen in 5 minutes, I think I might need your help with something ;) xx'

I halted suddenly. Movie night? Oh my god! How could I be so stupid? I'm having a movie night tonight! Of course I can't go to the pier, of course I can't pick up Blake!

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