Hooked on love

Chapter 12

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Chapter 12
 
I’ve eaten my too cheesy omelette, shaved my legs to perfection, washed my hair till it can be washed no more and exfoliated my skin till I’m raw. It’s safe to say I’m nervous. I get out of the bath and start to dry myself when I hear my phone ping in the next room, I quickly run to it.

“Hey! It looks like today’s weather is on our side, are you still up for today? Even if you’re not I’ll be at yours for 1, see you then J x” I giggle at the text, I guess I couldn’t run even if I wanted too. “Right! You can do this!” Time to get my make-up and hair done.

Whilst Beau makes quick haste of my transformation I try and think of all the types of restaurants Jason could take me, I don’t want to be too fussy. Italian? Chinese? Indian? Or an all-you-can-eat buffy with a mixture of everything will be best, Beau interrupts my thoughts. “So, what are you two doing after dinner?”
“Dinner? Then it hits me, “Oh! I don’t know! I’ve been so concerned with my outfit for dinner I forgot about the plans he made for after, I’ll put some flats into my purse for back up, my feet won’t last!” So many thoughts are running through my mind, I’m worried about my outfit now. Don’t get me wrong, I’m more than up for sporting activities but surely my outfit won’t accommodate for them. Should I bring a spare change of clothes in case? I slump into the chair, why must I worry myself so much? I don’t want to make a fool of myself.
“Do you think I should bring a spare change of clothes?” I’ve turned round to face Beau and the curlers burn behind my ear, “Ouch!”
“Oh, sorry! You turned round too fast, you okay?” I lean forward and check in the mirror if it’s marked my skin, it has. That’s me having my hair down for a couple of weeks!
“I’m fine, it’s my fault, sorry. It has calmed me down though.”
“Good, to answer your question, just take your normal bag and put your flats and a pair of cute shorts, simple.”
“I only have a rucksack…” I whisper under my breath, what girl doesn’t have a nice bag? Oh yeah, me. I feel humiliated that my 15 year old sister knows and has more stuff than me, “take my river island bag, it’s black and spacious- not too big that it stands out either.” The excitement in her eyes have shifted and now showing warmth and kindness, who knew we’d get on so well.
“If you’re sure, I’d love too, thank you,” feeling too much emotion at once isn’t going to help me if I’ve ran out of it later.
“Stop thanking me! I’m happy to help.”
“Okay, sorry. I just appreciate everything that’s all.”
“I know, stop saying sorry when you have nothing to be sorry for either! You are hard work!”
“Sor- okay, am I nearly done?”
“I finished 10 minutes ago, you went into panic mode and blocked everything out, have a look.”

I face the mirror and I can’t believe what I’m seeing. My hair has volume, she’s given me loose curls which makes my hair fall around my face and rests nicely on my breasts. I normally throw my hair to the side so it’s out of my face but Beau has given me a middle parting and split my fringe to each side of my face, this way it’s still out of my face.
My make-up is just like she described, light foundation that covers my freckles but not completely, dark smokey eyes and purple lipstick to finish my look.
“I like it, but isn’t it going to look too much for dinner?”
“Ava, please stop this! You look great, this is the norm for girls these days, you will definitely leave an impression,” I feel my confidence making itself known again.
“Okay yeah, what time is it?” She checks her watch, “12:50PM, he should be here shortly,” and grins. My skin is starting to sweat, “I’ll go get my jacket and bag together so I don’t keep him waiting.” I jump up, pull my dress down to my knees again and make quick works packing my things.

Trying to get my jacket on was a struggle, sweating isn’t very attractive in the first place but finding it hard to pull a leather jacket over my arm with the sweat there is even worse. I get it on and I finally start to cool off when there’s a knock at the door. My heart leaps into my throat, my stomach is doing flips and I start to sweat again, really? Ugh. I seriously need to stop sweating when I’m nervous, I didn’t think he’d knock on! I take a deep breath and open the door.