SOUR PATCH

• Chapter Twenty Two (pt.3)

He looks so adorable! Where the cocky arrogant Clace I know?

"Hi." He greets nervously. If I was not as nervous as I am now I would've teased him. But no, I'm immobilized as I can't even think of a better response for his simple hi.

"You look ... Perfect." He whispers once he's in front of me.

"Ahaha, thanks."

Really Loise? Ahaha Thanks? 

My inner princess mocks rolling her eyes. I ignore her and keep my gaze locked with the blonde Greek God in front of me.

"Okay enough staring, you don't want to be late." Vicky's sing-song voice interrupted us.

"Yeah, please leave before I throw up my dinner," Audrey says with a fake gagging sound.

I roll my eyes and let my courage swim through me as I snatch the blonde boy, 6'3 with God-like creatures, that is my date's hand, and lead him towards the mahogany door of the Wesley's Mansion.

Whistles and more flashes of light erupt as we both ignore them and proceed our way out of the door both silent and awkward.

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After closing my door Clace ran around the car towards the driver's seat. I'm still watching him from inside of the car as if slowly drinking him in. He really looks so good and I can't seem to get enough of him. He opened the door and slid inside without looking at me. He tried inserting the key clumsily as his hands shook slightly.

He must be feeling the same way. Oh God, he looks so nervous.

"Clace, Calm down," I say softly when he still hasn't inserted the key.

He looks at me and lets out a nervous laugh.

"I swear I don't know what's happening to me," he mutters. I smile knowing how much this affects him too. To make him feel better I took his hand and engulfed it with my cold ones, the gesture calms me as my skin touches his rough and cold gigantic hands.

"See, I'm nervous too," I say while chuckling and that seems to calm him down as his face softens. "It just me, M." I state reassuringly,

"Thank you and I'm sorry," he says looking apologetic. My eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"Why are you apologizing?" I ask.

He took a deep breath before answering me.

"I know you're not ready and I swear this is not my idea at all. Honestly, I didn't plan this, this is all Vicky's. I didn't even know myself." He admits sounding like he is trying to explain himself, squeezing my hands that are still locked with his.

My heart drops at his admission. He really doesn't want to take me on a date. Vicky is right, he'll never take action.

"So you don't really want to do this?" I ask reluctantly feeling scared for my life. My voice lowers dripping with disappointment.

"No! No. Not like that. That's not what I mean. I do, I want to do this really badly M, you have no idea, but I didn't imagine it to be like this..." he trails off looking at me as if it pains him. "I mean...I know you're not ready and all and...I don't want to force you to go out with me, and this ...it feels like you're being forced and I can't help but feel like you're only doing this to humor Vicky." He says looking down totally embarrassed.

My heart swells and what he said makes my eyes burn. How am I going to tell him how much I want to do this as well? How badly I want this too? I forgot that Clace always seeks assurances. He is never sure of himself when it comes to me. He too has insecurities despite the good looks and knowing him he must've felt like I'm really just forced to do this.