Claira P.O.V.
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"Okay, are you ready?" Tanner asks from beside me.
"Not really, but yes." We sit watch the lacrosse game, fingers crossed they win.
As of right now, they're tied.
"Easton Castrote has the ball. He's sprinting down the field. He manages to swerve past #34- Matthew Wylie, who plays for the Wildcats.
"And he's speeding towards the goal, not caught yet. Go, go,go!
"AND THE WILDCATS WIN REGIONALS FOLKS!!!"
We all stand up and cheer.
"Yes!" I yell.
They won.
Which means the games over.
Which means that once i get home, he'll be there in 30.
Which means that in 40 minutes overall, i'll be on a date.
Fuck my life.
"Let's go, Claire. Lilia is at the house waiting, to do your makeup."
"Okay, okay, I'm coming. Go tot he car and I'll be over there in like 5 minutes." She rolls her eyes but listen, and I stand waiting for Easton, who is now in a group huddle with his coach.
I look away, and when I look back, I notice they're all gone.
"Boo!"
I turn around, scared out of my eyes, to see Easton grinning.
"You suck, you know that?" I ask him.
"You're the one that chose to go on a date with me."
"Fine whatever just shut up," I say.
He rolls his eyes and laughs.
"So y'all won regionals?"
"Yes, that we did."
"Good. You did amazing out there."
"Thanks."
"Mhmm. Alright I gotta go get ready now."
"Okay. I'll see you in a little bit."
"Yup. Bye."
I start walking of and he scoffs.
"What? No hug or anything?"
It takes me by surprise.l, but I walk back over and hug him.
"Bye," he says.
"Bye."
I walk to the car, and find Tanner standing by the window. "He's a keeper," she whispers, as she gets in the car.
I ignore her and we make it home to get ready.
****
20 minutes later.
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"Damn Claire. You look good. Why are you all dressed up?" Jacob asks, walking past me in the hallway.
"Don't, please with the empty compliments. I'm going on a date."
His smile, turns down and his face turns to look as though he's sick.
"A-a date?"
"Yes, 'a-a date,'" I mock.
"Good to know."
He looks sad, but he doesn't realize tags how I feel when he brings a girl home.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"Nothing, you just moved on quickly. It's kind of upsetting. I didn't think you would already start dating someone."
"Am I not allowed to move on? I was serious when I said we are not getting back together. And you have no room to tell me I moved on fast."
"What do you mean?"
"Stephanie," is all I say before walking into my room, slamming my door.
"What an asshole." I lay down on my bed, rubbing my eyes, then get up, and look in the mirror, making sure I didn't mess up my hair.
He told me just to wear jeans and a t-shirt, but make sure to loook nice so thats what I did.
"Claira! Someone is here!" Isabelle's rings throughout the house.
"Be down in a second."
I make sure my curls look all right, and slip on my shoes, grab my phone, and grab my small black purse.
"Hey," I say to him, as I see he's in the living room when I leave the stairs.
"Hey, yourself."
I smile at him.
"Ready to go?" he asks, taking my arm."
"That I am."
"The let's go," he smiles. "Bye Isabelle!" he exclaims, waving to her. Drew and Easton are best friends so he already knows Isabelle.
As we start to leave, Drew stops us.
"Guys, a word?"
I nod walking over there.
"Yes?" Easton asks.
"Easton, she is like my little sister and if you hurt her, or lay a hand on her when she says no, I will personally fucking kill you." His eyes widen.
"Damn, didn't know you could be so threatening."
"I'm not kidding."
"Okay, okay."
"Anyways, Claira. Be careful, and hit him if he does anything stupid."
"Got it."
"But seriously be careful. Jacob told us what happened not too long ago. If anyone lays a hand on you, against your will, kick them. Please. Or stick your finger in their eyes. Work every time."
"Okay. Thanks."
"Mhmm, Love you Claira."
"Yup whatever, love you too."
"Okay, are you ready now," Easton laughs, taking my hand and setting it in the crook of his arm.
"I'm ready. Let's go."
We walk out of the house, down the steps and over to his truck. Letting go of my hand, he opens the door for me.
"Thanks."
"Welcome."
He gets in the car and we start driving.
"You're nervous," he says, setting a hand on my thigh, to stop me from bouncing my leg. "What for?" His hand makes me wanna flinch, from all that has been done before by guys. Nothing good had ever happened when a guy has touched my thigh. Or at least not recently. That was terrible.
It scares me.
"I don't know."
He doesn't move his hand from my thigh and it gives me butterflies.
"Well there's gotta be some reason."
"Maybes it's your hand," I say, pointing.
"Do you not like this?"
"Oh, trust me, I do. But it gives me butterflies."
"Oh, so now I make you nervous and give you butterflies."
"That a possibility." Inset my hand on top of his, then cross my legs, so he doesn't have to reach so far across the car. "Are you nervous?"
"Slightly."
"And why's that."
"Because there's a beautiful girl next to me, and I'm afraid of saying something stupid."
Holy
Fucking
Butterflies.
I blush, now looking like a strawberry.
"You're cute when you blush."
My blushing intensifies.
He just laughs at me.
"Alright, we're here," he says, moving the car into park.
I grab my purse, and he walks over, opening the door.
"Thank you," I say taking his hand as he helps me out.
I don't need help.
But i'll take it anyway.
Once i get down, he sets my hand in the crook of his arm.
As I finally take a look at the restaurant, I realize we're at The Idler. It s a beachside lake fancy restaurant. It's supposedly so pretty, but I haven't been here just yet. It's quite expensive.
"Isn't this too expensive? It costs separately just to get a table."
"I know. That is why, if you're okay with it, we're picking up food here and i'm taking you to a special place."
"And where is said special place?"
"At the park."
Flashback:
okay well meet at the park later and wear something nice.
I'm taking you to a party.
Flashback over.
At the park. I shudder.
"Claire?" he asks.
"Yeah?"
"Are you good with the park?"
"Oh. Yeah. That's fine."
"Okay. Well what do you want to eat?"
*******
Later as they arrive to the park
*******
"Alright, ready?" I ask.
"Yes. Turn around."
I turn around and am amazed. It's a secluded spot on the beach by ocean. No one is there, though it's still somewhat visible from here. Shells litter the ground everywhere, and there's already a blanket laid out by the shore.
"Holy shit. This is so pretty."