Chapter Fifteen
“Are you sure you don’t want me to come over?” Britte asked for the twentieth time over the phone.
“No, I’m Ok. He’s going to be here any sEcond. I just wanted to call one more time so you could give me a pep talk.” I was standing in front of my closet mirror, rocking back and forth from heel to toe feeling like I was going to puke. Fin would be here any sEcond for our “date” and I was two sEconds away from backing out.
I decided last night’s moments of bravado were completely alcohol induced and I was crazy to think I could run in Fin’s league.
“First, tell me what you’re wearing,” Britte demanded. She’d been over here all afternoon and brought the arsenal of her wardrobe and makeup.
“I went with the black skinny jeans, pink shimmery tank top and the sheer silver cardigan,” I recited mechanically.
“Shoes?”
“Hot pink stilettos.” Which I was confident I would face plant in the minute I tried to walk three feet.
“Purse?”
“Black beaded clutch.”
“Hair?”
“Side French braid into a messy side pony tail thingy.” Solid description. Britte would know exactly what I was talking about.
“Makeup?”
“Smoky eyes, pink lip gloss. And before you ask, chunky silver earrings, lots of bangles and your giant fake sapphire ring.”
“You look gorgeous, don’t you?” She actually sounded emotional, like my mom the night of my senior prom.
“Yes, yes I do.” I had to agree though. I hadn’t looked this hot in maybe ever. Fin better die, or at least appreciate the effort.
“I can’t believe he’s forcing you to go on a date with him,” she was still dealing with shock after I filled her in over what happened at the track, last night and how he used my stubborn reasoning to get me to go on a date with him. “Mostly I can’t believe that he has toforceyou. Shouldn’t you be begging him to pay attention to you just like every other girl?”
“I don’t know. That’s what I think. But for whatever reason he has attached himself to me like a tick and I can’t dig him out.” I laughed at my own metaphor, even though it didn’t feel like that at all between us.
“Uh, huh.” Apparently Britte didn’t believe me either. “You know I think you’re gorgeous, and a catch. Any guy would be lucky to have you.” She thought about that for a minute and then changed her mind, “Except for Colton. Colton would not be lucky to have you but only because your brothers would literally kill him if you ended up with him again. Anyway, it’s not that I don’t think you’re not good enough for Fin Hunter. Believe me; Fin Hunter isn’t good enough for you.”
“Get to the point, B,” I laughed.
“It’s just that, I’m still trying to wrap my head around a world where Fin is desperately interested in a girl and she doesn’t immediately give into him. That is one solid stubborn streak, Els.”
“Thank you,” I curtsied to myself in the mirror.
“But you’re totally going to give in tonight, aren’t you?”
“Uh, no.”
“But he said that you’re not allowed to think about the debt thing.” She reminded me, as if I didn’t have that running on a loop through my head constantly.
“That’s fine, but I’m still not a girl that gives it up on the first date,” I reminded her.
“Oh, good point. It just doesn’t feel like the first date for you guys. It feels like you’ve been dating for a while.”
She had a point, but all that time spent together was not exactly quality time. Working off a debt twice a week couldn’t exactly be considered in the same realm as dating. “Still keeping the v-card.”
“Virgin sistas for life,” she cheered into the phone empathetically.
“Ok, maybe not for life,” I laughed.
