Seven Dates [Completed]

D A T E P R O P O S A L

Charlie Moore has been called plenty of things during her time alive, but never has she been called beautiful before. Not until now at least.

With this blond headed boy starring at her, making her heart flutter like wings, she can't help but to feel on top of the world. "What did you just say, Peyton?" She asks, looking up into his green eyes that are sparkling like a crown.

"I said, Charlie, that you are the most beautiful girl I know." He's standing so close to her and she can feel his breath.

"You must not know a lot of girls then," she smirks back, trying to keep her cool as her heart does flips inside her chest.

"I know lots of girls. But none of them could ever compare to you."

Then he walks away. Just turns around and walks right out of the building, leaving her standing there, eyes wide and jawed slightly dropped. Her bag is hanging off of her shoulder, feeling like it's filled with bricks.

"Charlie?" She hears her name called and goes up to the counter to collect her coffee. Normally she would drop her extra change into the tip jar, but with her mind a foggy mess, she forgets and just walks out the door.

***

Her first class is astrology where she sits eagerly up front with her notebook out and pen in hand. Trying to distract herself from the earlier events, she stars skimming through her previous notes of constellations and zodiac signs.

She reaches for her coffee and goes to take a sip, only a drop meeting her disappointed lips. As more students fill the room, she decides to stay put and not bother throwing away the empty cup yet. Instead she watches the door eagerly, bouncing her leg impatiently.

In he comes, just as cocky and handsome as he looked earlier. His smile still plays on his lip like it's stitched in place. She doesn't mean to stare, but her eyes are glued to him as he walks across the front of the room. "Find your way here?" He comments slyly, sliding into the seat next to her, like normal.

"Of course. I only have the same routine everyday," Charlie matches his tone.

"Nuh uh uh," he corrects, wagging a finger at her. Three times a week. The other two days, well I'll be honest, I don't have classes with you so I haven't got a clue what you get up to."

"Are you trying to tell me you spy on me during the weekends. You've only accounted for five days. That leaves two more."

"You'll never know," he smirks with a wink, leaving her just as flustered.

Class begins, right on the dot, halting Charlie's conversation with Peyton. Their conversation doesn't restart after class either, the two part their ways, headed their own classes.

Once the day seems to be done, Charlie is exhausted. The coffee has worn off and she's a groggy mess in the library packing up her books and notebooks and calculator and . . . is she forgetting something? She can't remember.

"Looks who's here," Peyton smirks, making Charlie turn around from where she stands all packed up and ready to go.

"It's no surprise. But I'm sure you know that," Charlie sassily responds, scrunching her nose up unintentionally.

This by far has been the best day of her life, but now all she wants to do is go to her dorm and relive her morning at the coffee shop all over again, not dealing with him while she grouchy. "Come on, let's hit the town," he suggests loudly, earning a few glares from the students at other tables.

"Not in the mood," Charlie blandly states, starting for the door. Who does she think she is? Completely ditching Peyton so she can what . . . day dream about him?

Once outside, she is startled by the coolness of the air. Wind blowing her hair around leaving her wishing for another jacket, Charlie turns to walk towards her dorm. "But I mean, come on Charlie. Just give me a chance." Peyton is basically pleading at this point. His voice is cracking and he looks distraught. His eyes are pleading like a child and his smirk has turned into a sad sob.

"Peyton, I like you. But-" He cuts her off abruptly.

"I don't believe you."

Charlie stares in disbelief. His arms are folded across his chest and that same pouty expression is on his lips. She's getting more tired just staring at him whine, but there is something about him that keeps her intrigued.

"Alright, but-"

"Seven dates. All I'm asking for is you to give me seven dates. After that, if you don't like me, it's fine. But you can't just let me walk away."

Is she hearing this right? The boy that's she's been oolong over since the beginning of the semester has just asked her out because he doesn't think she's interested?

With her nerves starting to calm and confidence taking over, she smiles politely. "You've got yourself a deal. But tonight is strictly off limits." Stifling a yawn, she waits for Peyton to find something clever to say.

"See you tomorrow. Four o'clock. Don't be late."

"Late for what?"

But instead of telling her, Peyton turns around and stars walking away. Charlie calls to him a few more times, but he doesn't even glance back. She has no idea what he has in store or even where to meet him.

What a day.