You Are My Heartbreaker

Chapter 8

So apparently, Sunday came faster than I expected. Demi has been waaaay too busy with her beau, I haven't seen her in two days. She's coming home tomorrow night, which is perfect since it would be after the dinner, which I would probably have something to blabber to her about.

It was just three thirty, barely even after I just babysat Rachel's kids and he texted me already to remind me of tonight. As if I was going to run away or something.

Don't forget tonight, you're not ditching me Sel.

What is he so eager about? Doesn't he have a girlfriend to think about? Oh my God, is he bringing her to the dinner to show off or something!

Well, at least she isn't a bitch, not at all even. I'm happy, at least I left him in good hands.

It isn't like I'm ditching you, I'll meet you at the restaurant at 5.

I replied to him. And like instantly, I get a reply.

No, I'm almost to your place. Be ready soon, I'll come pick you up.

WHAT?! I nearly spoke out my thought, how could he not give a girl a warning?! I wasn't even sure where we're going, how would I know what to wear. It seems as if it was his intention to come early and have me freak out.

I ran scramble through the clothes in my closet and some that were still unpacked from my luggage, which may possibly be the other 40% of clothes. I swear, most of these clothes doesn't meet the standards at the restuarant he's taking me too.

Wait, does that mean Olivia isn't with him?

In the stack of clothes that were once on the hangers in my closet, I found the perfect attire for this dinner. It was a simple light blue summer dress. Tight on the waist and pops out a little on the bottom.

I got in the shower quickly before I heard his second text. It was when I literally got out of the shower, it was only a towel wrapped around me.

"Ughhhh!" I groaned, pulling on the vowel. I stumbled out to my room where my phone lay peacefully on my dresser.

I'm here. 4:28pm

Literally, I'm here. Close your curtains at least. 4:29pm

I spun around to my full body window that was next to the bed, and so it happens that my window faces the entire neighborhood. Well my gates and then the neighborhood.

Then  there was Nick, he stood outside of his car, leaning on the hood and waving a smirk to me.

I stooped up a middle finger for him before I closed the curtains and went to get the blow dryer. 

Can I come in at least? Outside is hot.

I see him text, my hair was half dry before I could respond. 

Get in your car and turn on the AC or go to the restaurant first, I'll meet you there.

I replied. Then he responds: no, fine I'll wait in the car.

I smirked at his respond, it was somewhat a delight to know I could still control him... sometimes. I got dressed quickly, and applied a dash of eyeliner and strutted out the door. No one was home, so I had to lock the doors myself.

He got out of his car, it was just then I noticed the muscles on his bicep that was aching for some release from his grey cardigan.

I couldn't help but stare for a second, and I regret the minute after, just for that smirk on his face I want to smack off so badly. He holds out the door for me.

"A little late aren't we missy?" Nick said, still with a smirk on his lips. He then gets in from the other side and starts the car.

"You mean, you're a little early without notifying me?" I buckled in as he backed out his car.

"I did notify you, at like 3:30 I told you I was coming," he chuckles.

I rolled my eyes in defeat, "I'm girl FYI, I take longer to get ready."

"But you still look great without the extra hour to get ready," he said, it was a typical trick of his.

Whenever we used to get into fights, he throws in these compliments before a fight really starts and I would get overwhelmed by his words and shut up.

But sucks, because I'm no longer the gullible little girl.

"Where are we going anyways?" I ask, changing the topic before I start another fight.

"You'll see," he smiles, and for the rest of the ride, we listened to the radio as he drove through the town. It felt almost like old times.

We would get into some sort of fight then both of us calmed down by shutting up and listening to the radio as he drove. It was as if we were some rusted couple.

He parked in front of a steakhouse by the beach. I remembered this was one of the best restaurants in town, it was always busy especially at this time of the year. Their service was great, but the food was better.

Oooh, not to mention the patio. It had the best view at sunset.

I think they said performances was something that made this place a five star rating. But the line up to get in was another story. It wasn't even a line anymore, it was rather like some scattered crowd waiting on their number for a table.

"Don't tell me you didn't reserve," I gawked, as Nick unbuckled and got out.

"You don't have to come out, just stay in the car," he says, and rushes out.

"What? How am I going to eat if I don't get out?" I said to him, but his door was already closed. I followed him out, he was speaking to the hostess.

She nodded and walked into the restaurant.

"What are you doing?" I questioned.

Soon she was back, handing over to Nick a wine bottle. They exchanged thank yous before he walked back to his car.

"Aren't you coming?" he smirks, calling from his car.

I turn from him to the restaurant and back, I'm so confused. I walk back to his car and got in. 

"I came to get the wine, we're eating somewhere else," he chuckles, starting his vehicle, "Somewhere better."

I rolled my eyes, buckling in again.