Gatecrashing Gatecrasher

Chapter ten

This chapter is dedicated to Crystal-Riet for a non-stop support in this book.

Looking at the wall clock hanging at the top of my doorway, it says two-thirty PM. Three hours and thirty minutes left before six and I'm getting ready as early as I could.

Opening my closet, I looked for a very good dress. There's no new dresses, most are from my high school which I used during homecomings or parties. I only have few dress because I usually don't buy when it's not necessary.

I still looked for a dress, though they were all awfully bad. But I ended up with a white, plain, and no print shirt. I decided not to wear a dress, it's actually a bit uncomfortable. Why should I even bother dressing myself? We're not going on a date. It's a coffee break and eating together. Besides, I believe Chuck wouldn't care at all 'cause we're just friends.

Looking at myself in the mirror, with the white, plain shirt and faded jeans, I nearly want to mock myself. I looked like I'm going to a funeral wake, well, some families wear all white or all black when someone dies.

He wouldn't care at all, I gave myself a thought. I let my fawn brown hair down, cascading through my broad shoulders. Searching for something to wear on my feet, I only found a pair of All-star shoes.

Just as I finished tying my shoelaces, I stood up and was ready to leave. Examining myself again on the mirror, I let out a deep breath. Of course, nothing's wrong if I dress myself like this. Chuck never told me the rules and regulations on going on a coffee break with him.

But wouldn't he feel bad about this, me being plain? What if he prepared himself so much and I was here doing no effort?

I sighed, I wish Phoebe's here to help me out. It was then that I saw a lip gloss. Well, wearing lipstick is not my thing. Phoebe insisted on giving me a lipstick for Christmas before but I said no so, she gave me lip gloss.l instead.

I took it and bring the lip gloss wand to my lips, stroking it. It doesn't even change my lips; it's always pale. The only visible thing is that it shone. I also don't wear makeup but I have to, for Chuck's sake. So, I applied a little makeup just enough to cover my pimples.

Upon closing the door, I feel like this isn't going to be bad. At least, I did a little effort. Well, Chuck should be thankful I did.

I wanted to surprise Chuck. It's too idle when a guy always walks infront of the girl's door. Maybe I could add some spice on it. Maybe I could reverse anything into something more enjoyable.

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Standing on his front door, getting ready to give in my first knock, I let out a deep breath.

Okay, this is fun, it's still 4:45 PM. He wouldn't mock me, right? I gave myself a thought.

Just as my fist is about to hit the door to knock, someone opened the door and I ended up knocking on his face.

"Don't beg me to hang out with your girl again, Cain-"

I immediately brought my hands to my mouth. I was shocked! Most of all, sorry, for hitting his face so hard. I thought no one's going to open the door.

"Shoot! Sorry! I'm so sorry, Chuck!" I pleaded, looking worried and started examining his face.

"Uh-oh. She's here," he sang, his voice echoing in his huge house.

What? He doesn't even care I hit his face? This guy is totally the weirdest of all.

"I'm sorry! I thought the door's closed." I apologized for the second time.