Chapter Eight
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She couldn't be happier even if she tried. She is the happiest satisfied delighted person on earth tonight.
Ahe couldn't believe he did all of this just for her.
They started their date at 10 in the morning. Yes, he decided he wanted to make the most of the day. He took her for a picnic at a foothill outside the city with a small lake beside.
It was a little chilly which was a good excuse for her to snuggle more to him.
He let her took a little nap between his arms.
Later, before waking her up, he picked up a swimsuit for both of them from the car back. He knew she swims like a drowning dog while he was a professional swimmer but he doesn't want to brag much. Again with her excuse to cling more to his neck maybe stealing a few kisses along which lead to a hot and steamy make-out session.
When it became more chilly. He doesn't want her to catch a flu. Not today, please. They went out to resume their very first date.
They decided to eat late lunch. The swimming drained them. Yet she doesn't want anything fancy. She loved the feeling of them being free not attached to a schedule or plans.
He told her the next thing they will go to see movies. It was 3 pm by now, he let her decide. She was puzzled between The boy II or bloodshot. He grabbed her hand and paid tickets for both movies. She was dumbfounded but whispered in her ears "Today is our day. We will do whatever is in your mind. We will make the most of everything so don't hold anything you want back." Her heart fluttered and pumped stupidly unrhythmically when he sealed his words with a cheek kiss. Stupid stupid heart.
They were full of the two cups of juices and two huge popcorn and sweets.
After enjoying the two movies with her admiring Vin Diesel in every scene earning glares and daggers from him.
To the last part of their date. A library.
He asked a favor from a friend which was a librarian in the late-night shift in the main city-library.
He didn't tell her where they were going. He knew she likes to read... A lot. Once you open your mouth a book. Be lucky to shut her up to other than kissing her which he is the only one who is allowed to do it.
Once they stepped in. Awe. That's what she felt. The tables and chairs of the ground stairs were nowhere to be seen. Instead, a blanket with a picnic box was there. Candles were everywhere illuminating the room side by side the moon from the windows. Happy! This word is so underestimating. She wanted to cry from the fire of emotion he set in her.
With him reading her favorite part of her favorite book. They read, discussed, ran, eat, laughed, cuddled, they even argued over some book which one leads to another ended by him tickling her and her throwing the bottle of Lemon juice all over him.
Sticky and smelling like San Miguel. Out of his plan, They went to the nearest mall to buy a shirt.
She picked a blue shirt which was fantastic with his Honey eyes. He went inside the changing room.
Swiveling here and there waiting for him till...
"Nayla!"
Tayler Quinn. Beside her
"What are you doing here?".
... Mayla Quinn.
The hell sister.
With all their glory,
fascinating dirty blonde hair ...checked piercing blue eyes. ... Checked.
Perfect figure... Checked.
Highly branded designer dresses...also checked.
She stared back at the changing room wishing silently for Shun to take a little longer wiping the lemon off. He can't see them. Not now al least. No on their first date. What if he saw them and decided that she is not beautiful enough. What if he compared her with as everything does? What if one of them liked him and decided to steal him as Taylor did with Kenton in high school. My very first childhood crush.
" Baby ... I think we should go back I still fell sticky. The shower will do the .... " he paused middle sentence. Frowning in confusion.
But the uneasiness that radiates from Nayla forced his brain to grasp who were they. The hell sister as Clary called them.
Politely, he came beside Nayla pulling her to him. "Hi .. I am Shun .. Nayla's boyfriend."
She doesn't know if the way he stated their status should make her happy or scared.
"Aha... So you are the reason we barely see her now." Taylor said leaning forward twirling with a strand of her hair.
Mayla on the other hand, "Why Nayla tho?" eyeing her up and down.
Shun stared directly at Nayla's eyes as he wanted her to believe every word he would say. "Because not in a million years I would find or deserve someone like her."
The sound of gritted teeth was loud and clear. He waited for this encounter to prove to Nayla there was nothing to be feared there is no one deserves to make hell feel less self-conscious.
They were just propagandists once you skin their shell, you found nothing.
"you went in a date in those." mayla trailed with her index up and down. She added "in faded jeans and karohat shirt... Tsk tsk After all these years you didn't learn a thing Nay-Nay."
Taylor added, "You look like a beggar.".
The fear inside Nayla with shining now in the form of tears inside her orbs. Her stiffness gave her away.
He can't believe what they are saying. Not in his life have seen anyone this lowless. He couldn't stand them for 5 minutes. How could she live with them all these years? Listening to their hateful words every day. Destroying herself esteem every day. They disgust him.
He pulled Nayla to his side even more kissing her head. "Nayla is amazing the way she is why would I want to change anything about her. She could make anything she wears lovely. I just love everything about her." faking a chuckle "She is the one who picks my shirts and clothes lately. I don't know what I was doing before her."
The glimmer of hope and love inside her eyes, confirm his achievement.
Mission accomplished.
Taylor though, came closer to his free left arm trailing a finger seductively on his biceps. " you could do better tho."
In smooth move and a fake smile. He pushed her hand away gently.
"I don't think so. I told you. I wouldn't find anyone like her in a million years even if I did, I would choose her over again."
He tugged Nayla back. "So it was 'nice' to finally meet you, ladies. But we have a date to wrap up and a home to get back to. Have a nice night."
Not leaving Nayla's hand for a second he paid for the shirt we ware and sprinted off to his car.
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