Falling for my enemy

7.Date Night

I spent hours getting myself ready, both mentally and physically. I am anxious about tonight. I want it to go perfectly with him. I searched my entire closet for good outfits but found nothing good enough for tonight that would suit whatever we are doing tonight because he is giving me no clue about what this date will entail. Should I dress casually, semi-casual, or go all out with a dress and heels? I pick up my phone from my vanity and text Payton.

Me

What should I wear for tonight?

Payton

Something sexy or whatever you feel comfortable in, you could wear a trash bag and be the most beautiful woman in the room.

I blush at his reply, but it still doesn't help my situation.

Me

You're not helping me figure out what to wear.

Payton

Wearing a dress helps you with your decision.

That helps a bit, but I still need more info to calm my anxious mind.

Me

Kinda, but should I dress casually or fancy?

Payton

fancy I guess and don't worry you're going to have fun tonight, I promise ;)

Me

Fine See you soon

Payton

See you beautiful ;)

I rummaged through my closet and found a perfect dress. It's a black halter-neck dress, with rhinestones lining the top, and it's not too short. It falls right on my thighs and shows off my curves. He will love this dress. I paired it with some black stilettos and a black clutch bag. I checked my makeup one last time and sprayed a little bit of hairspray on my curled hair. I checked my phone to see if he texted me or not, but my phone was still quiet and he was supposed to be there already to pick me up. I pace back and forth in front of the door waiting for a text, call, or for him to show up. Still nothing, I decided to pick up my phone and call him. It rings, then goes to voicemail. I called him probably 10 times and left him 10 messages asking where the f**k he was. I gave up after the last text I sent him. I am going to kill him the next time I see him.

Knock! Knock!

I walked to the door and looked through the peephole when I saw him. I opened the door and before he could say anything I slapped him across the face and slammed the door on him.

"Ellie, open the damn door. Please let me explain," he yells, banging on the door.

"Ellie, plz open the door." I turned on my heel and opened the door, giving him a death glare.

"You have five seconds to explain why you're an hour late for our date that you asked me for," I said, fuming. I turned into the house, leaving the door open for him to follow me inside.

I turned and looked at him with my arms crossed as he just stood there not saying a word and he looked so damn handsome, making it hard to be mad at him at that moment. He is wearing a light blue button-up with a black tie with blue jeans. All this blue is making his beautiful blue eyes pop, making him so f*****g handsome I can't even cope with it, with how angry I was.

"Are you going to keep staring at me or are you going to explain why you're such a d**k," I yelled at him.

He walked over to me, grabbed my face, and kissed me. His hand slowly went in my hair while the other went down my neck slowly and down my body. His hand landed on my lower back, pulling me to him. I wanted to stay in this kiss forever and stay in this moment, but I remembered why I was so f*****g angry with him. I pushed him away from me, lifting my hand to slap him, but he caught my wrist before it made contact with his face.

"My car broke down and it took forever for a tow truck plus an Uber to get to me and my phone died, so I couldn't call you, and believe me. I would have called you if it wasn't dead." He says with a pleading look on his face. ", please believe me, I would never just ditch you or do this s**t if I didn't have a reason. I have wanted this date since 4th grade, since the first day I laid eyes on you. I have always wanted you." He pulled me in for another kiss. It was soft, not like the one before. It was quick and he pulled away with his hand on my cheek, looking me in the eyes.

"I believe you."