Chapter 18
Chapter 18
Brielle
6:52 PM
"What. Is. Going. On."
Sam walked into my room, her eyes wide. My once somewhat tidy space was now littered with clothes.
I laid face down in the center, on top of a pile of them. Christopher was supposed to pick me up in thirty
minutes for my date, and I still had nothing to wear.
In a moment of desperation, I 9-1-1 texted Sam, causing her to claim the stomach flu to get out of her
family's mandatory family dinner. That was the one thing that her mother never budged on, so only an
emergency would cause Sam to skip out.
"Brielle," Sam said, slightly kicking me with her foot as if to check if I was still alive. "He's going to be
here in half an hour!"
I rolled over to face her, groaning in the process. "I know, don't remind me."
As my eyes skimmed over my room, and at the mess that encompassed me, I buried my face in the
clothes once more.
"You know what, I think I'm just going to tell him not to come. It's hopeless." Although I couldn't see her,
I already knew that Sam was rolling her eyes at me.
"Come on," she said grabbing my arm and dragging my body upright. "Pull yourself together!"
I let out an incoherent mumble before finally sitting up, pushing my frizzy hair out of my face.
Sam let out a loud sigh before cracking her knuckles and tying her hair back. "Ok, let's get down to
business. What are you guys going to do?"
I looked down at my phone, still opened on his last text. "He didn't say, he just sent me this." I held my
phone up to her face, showing her the message.
Wear something comfortable. Be there at 7 ? – Christopher
Upon reading it, I flopped back on my floor in frustration.
"You're useless," Sam mumbled, pushing me off the pile of clothes and sifting through the pieces
underneath me. After a few minutes she emerged with a pair of ripped jeans and a heather grey crop
top.
"Here you go," she said throwing the articles directly at my face. "Now put them on. Chop chop!"
I quickly threw them on, before turning towards my mirror. I couldn't lie, Sam's outfit was the perfect mix
of casual and cute that I was looking for.
Sam popped up behind me, admiring her work. "God, what would you do without me?"
"I have no clue."
She steered me away from the mirror before quickly styling my hair into waves as I did light makeup on
my face. I was applying a finishing coat of lip gloss when the doorbell rang. My heart skipped a beat
knowing, it was Christopher.
Before I could stand up, I heard Scott yell from downstairs, "I'll get the door!"
My eyes, grew wide. I hadn't told Scott that me and Christopher were still talking. If he found out that he
was taking me out on a date, he would kill me and Christopher.
Sam must have thought the same thing because she jumped up and sprinted out of my room with me
right at her heels.
"We got it!" we yelled in unison, as we hopped down the stairs. Scott, stopped, his hand on the
doorknob, ready to open it.
"It's fine," he said twisting the door knob open. "I'm already here."
"No!" I shrieked, causing him to recoil in shock. I casually walked over to him, lowering my octave as I
did so. "Don't worry about it, I know how badly you want to go back to playing your video games." I
brushed his hand off the door.
His eyes scanned from me, to Sam, and back to me again. After a few moments, he seemed to have
given up trying to figure out what was happening.
"Girls," he mumbled underneath his breath before walking into the kitchen, which was out of sight of the
front door.
I let out a deep breath that I didn't even realize I was holding before finally twisting open the door. I
came face to face with Christopher. His eyes were rested on his shoes. Opening the door seemed to
catch him off-guard as his eyes snapped towards me, his face turning the slightest shade of red.
I took the moment to look him over. He wore a white button-down shirt with a pair of faded jeans and
white converse. His hands rested in his pockets flashing me a contagious smile that made me smile as
well.
"You look really nice," he said, the nervousness audible in his voice. I let out a soft laugh. I couldn't help
but find it comical to see the usual confident Christopher transformed into someone shy and quiet.
"Thanks," I grinned, stepping out of my house and closing it behind me. "You don't look too bad
yourself."
His usual arrogant self returned. "You and I both know that I look a lot better than that."
I playfully rolled my eyes. As much as I pretended to hate how cocky he could be, deep down I liked it.
He opened his car door for me before running over to the driver's seat and starting the car. As we
pulled out of the driveway, I turned towards him.
"Where are we going?" I questioned him. He responded with a laugh and zipped his lips with his hand.
"C'mon, can I at least have a hint!"
He shook his head at me, and from the smile on his face I could tell that he was enjoying this a little too NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.
much. I let out a dramatic huff before fiddling with the radio.
When I finally settled on a station that we both agreed on, we sat and talked about what seemed like
everything and nothing. I learned about his childhood best friends, how close he was with each of his
sisters, and his obsession with Pokémon cards in the fourth grade.
The time passed quickly, so I had no clue that we had been on the road for forty minutes when we
finally pulled to a stop. We got out at a forested area with seemingly no one around for miles.
"You know this would be a perfect place for a horror movie," I joked as I got out of the car and followed
him down the nature trail. "Did you bring me out here to kill me?"
"If I wanted to kill you I would have done it a long time ago."
"What is that supposed to mean?" I cried, feigning hurt.
"It means that you annoy the heck out of me," he said, wrapping his arm over my shoulder and pulling
me closer as we walked. "But I like you anyway."
A blush crept up my cheeks as I rested my head on his shoulder, enjoying the comfort of his embrace.
After a few minutes, a large wooden house came into view. I turned towards him, shocked. "Is this
yours?"
He nodded his head yes. "It's my lake house."
My heart began to beat faster. Christopher bringing us to an empty house made me question what his
intentions were. I knew that he wouldn't expect that from me, but I couldn't shake the voice in my head
that reminded me of his past track record with girls.
He seemed to sense my concerns because he said, "I brought you here because this is where we keep
our dirt bikes."
All my thoughts melted away as I felt my excitement grow. "We're going dirt biking!"
I had always wanted to try it, but I had never had the chance. I could barely hide my enthusiasm as I
started to jump in place. His eyes rested on me, his smile growing as he saw how happy I was.
"What are we waiting around for!" I called, taking off towards the house. He let out a throaty laugh
before running after me, quickly catching up.
When he passed me, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder before continuing to run,
causing me to let out a high-pitched shriek. When we quickly reached his house, he opened the
garage, revealing a navy blue dirty bike and two bright pink ones.
He instinctively walked towards the navy blue one, but I ran up behind him, jumping on the seat before
he had the chance to.
"I guess you have to ride the pink one," I mocked, waiting to see his reaction.
To say I felt disappointed was an understatement when he responded, "Jokes on you, that was the one
I wanted."
"Whatever you say Ken."
He threw me a helmet before giving me quick lesson on how to ride the bike. After ten minutes, he
mounted the pink bike and we pulled out of the drive way. I followed him down a trail, the sun just
beginning to set.
The cool wind whipped around me as we raced thought the forest. I could feel the adrenaline in my
veins as we rode, and I never wanted the moment to end. A smile was plastered on my face the entire
time, and when we returned to the lake house after over an hour and a half of riding, it still felt too soon.
Christopher started the fireplace in the living room as I made us two cups of hot chocolate in the
kitchen. When I returned, the room was littered with plaid pillows and warm, fuzzy blankets, all
surrounding the fireplace.
I handed him a cup as I sat next to him, both of us content with just listened to the crackling of the fire.
"I had a lot of fun," I said, snuggling my head into his shoulder and letting out a yawn.
"Me too," he said, running his finger through my hair. "If you told me two months ago that I would be
sitting here like this with you right now, I wouldn't have believed you."
"Why, because you would have been cuddled up with Melanie?"
His gaze locked onto mine, his eyes suddenly serious. "No, because I was so intimidated by you that I
thought I had no chance."
I rolled my eyes at him. "Yeah right."
"I'm not kidding! You're probably the most beautiful girl in the school, and you walked around like all this
stupid high school stuff means nothing to you. No matter how popular or cool people thought I was, I
knew that it wouldn't matter to you."
His focus shifted to the fire in front of him. "You would be surprised at how many people would try to
date you if they thought there was a chance."
To say that I was surprised would be an understatement. I had never thought that Christopher, or any
boy for that matter, would be intimidated by me. The thought of it made me very confused, and, as
much as I hated to admit it, just a little bit proud.
He continued. "And now that I know how funny and kind you are, I know that I was right to be
intimidated."
I playfully slapped him on his arm. "Now you're just lying to make me feel better."
"I swear I'm not," he laughed, dodging another one of my punches. After a few minutes of silence, he
turned towards me again.
"Hey, can I ask you something?" He asked. I nodded my head, snuggling myself closer to him as I felt
myself begin to drift off.
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
A smile spread across my face as I looked up at him. "I would love to."
I felt myself began to drift off, and when I woke up later in his car as he pulled up in front of my house,
the scene kept replaying over and over in my head.
And that night when I laid down on my bed, I fell asleep with a smile on my face.