The Boy Who Called Me His

Chapter 7

For the first time ever I woke up before my alarm. My nerves were eating me inside and out alive; the thoughts of Chase willing coming to my house scared me. I woke up at 9 and waiting in bed for my alarm to go off at 9:30. Even though it was a Sunday i wanted to wake up early and look presentable for Chase, well the most presentable I could be. 

I climbed out of bed my nerves pushing me forward as I headed into the shower. The warm water hitting my skin soothed my tense muscles calming my nerves. I rested my head on the tiles and let the droplets patter against my skin. Thoughts of what could go wrong darted around my brain, and my anxiety rose. 

Getting out of the shower grabbing a warm fluffy towel and rapping it around my body. Looking up to the fogged mirror in-front of me, I lifted my hand wiping some of the condensation, so I could see myself. 

Resting my hand on the cold mirror, I stared into the eyes of the girl in-front of me, peaking beyond just hard exterior. I wondered why Chase would ever want to grant a favour to me, why he would help me out of all people. I was just one lost girl in our school, never did anything to stand I was curious to see why we were just starting to talk now, why not before.

Once I was done getting dressed, I quickly headed down stairs to find the rest of my family sitting around the table eating breakfast. 

"What the hell are you wearing?" My sister smeared obviously having to make a comment about me appearance. 

"A top and jeans, but I know you don't care anyway," I replied and rolling my eyes. I got out my specific box of cereal and the milk; I got my bowl out from the top shelf, stepping on my tippy toes to reach it and I made myself the ideal breakfast, a magical bowl of fruit loops.

"So when your "boyfriend" coming over?" Melody said giggling to herself purposely lifting her fingers when she said boyfriend.

 "He's coming at 11," I responded in a monotone voice watching my sister face turing from happy into a deep guarded thoughtful one, actually surprised that I was going through with what she had asked. 

A moment of silenced passed and thought for a moment she was just going to accept that I 'had' a boyfriend and even though it wasn't true she didn't need to know that but of corse being my sister she had to make a snarky comment.

"I bet you he's really ugly and had not successful future," my sister said to my parents, my parents nodded in agreement and my sister seemed happy to find a reasonable excuse to take away my almost happiness. 

"You'll just have to wait and see," I said trying to not give away just how much her statement was incorrect.

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Time slowly ticked by and the unwanted time was arriving, 11. As it got closer I could see my sisters personality change, she repeatedly looked into the mirror brushed the dirt off her immaculate clothing, making sure she looked perfect. 

Time, 10:55. 

"So wheres your little boyfriend?" My sister sneered clearly thinking she'd one. 

"He'll come," I said trying to say it in a positive and persuasive manner because honestly I was starting to think that too. Even with his reassurance last night I was still worried that he will pull a joke on me and making this all a big prank. We waited quietly in the lounge room, my family sitting in complete silence, my parents and sisters sitting on the couches while I stood fidgeting with the hemming of my shirt.  

I few more awkward and silent minutes checking my phones numerously to see the time and also checking if he had texted me to say he couldn't come but even when the clock struck 11 the was no sight of messages or the boy of the hour. My hands started to clam up and I continuously wiped them on my top.