Him and I

Chapter Three

It was already eight thirty and I was standing in front of Angie's long mirror in her bathroom. She had dressed me in a tight dark blue dress that hugged my body and landed mid-thigh. Feeling uncomfortable I tried pulling it down a little farther, but that just made my breast show more at the top. Sighing I gave up, pulling my now curled hair over my shoulder. I looked like a hooker. I don't know what she was thinking putting me in a dress like this. I do have to give her props on the makeup though, the smoky eyes making my blue eyes pop.

Angie was standing next to me, looking like a siren in her red dress that ended just under her butt. Her long blonde hair was in a high ponytail, her emerald eyes gleaming under her make up. She was painting her lips a bright red. Just then her boyfriend, Antoine, walked into the bathroom, looking her up and down like she was the light of his world. He had rich tan skin, a hazel-colored eyes. His dark brown hair fell was pulled back into a man bun at the back of his head.

Antione was my favorite out of all of Angie's boyfriends. He was sweet and got along with the guys. He didn't get annoyed with how close we all were, and never failed to include us on anything. He walked up behind Angie, wrapping his arms around her from behind. She giggled and raised her arms to wrap around the back of his neck while he whispered in her ear. I cleared my throat, as I slipped my feet into my Vans. That was all it took to break their intimate moment, Angie glaring down my shoe of choice. She knew that was the deal, she could dress me, but I don't wear heals.

"You ladies look mouthwatering," Antoine said, placing an arm around each of us, pulling me into his side. He smiled at us in the mirror, wiggling his eyebrows, "You sure you guys still don't want to take up my offer for a threesome?"

"God, Antoine!" I yelled, pulling away from him, laughing. Angie laughed and slapped him in the chest. I walked out of the bathroom and into their living room. There were plants everywhere, something Antoine had added to the apartment, considering Angie had no green thumb. Her walls were a tan color, with black suede couches and a wooden coffee table. Her living room smelt of apples, from the wax warmer sitting on her side table.

"You know I'm just messing with you, Q." Antoine said, winking as he walked out, getting his shoes on his feet. Angie followed behind him now sporting a pair of black stilettos. I shook my head, never understanding how anyone could walk in those, let alone dance. "Come on, let's get going."

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Fifteen minutes later we were walking through the door of Maurice's Café. Marie was sitting at the counter already speaking with Eli and Oliver. Landon, Tessa and Finn nowhere in sight. They all turned to look at us when the bell dinged above our heads. The Café was closed now, so we were the only ones in the building. Oliver looked nice in a pair of dark jeans and a black button-down shirt, Eli wearing a pair of red skinny jeans and a white t-shirt, his hair styled like he just got out of bed. Marie smiled at us as we walked over, Antoine kissing her cheek.

"Hello gorgeous, the highlight of my day is seeing you." He winked at the old woman, who rolled her eyes and smacked him on the shoulder.

"Stop it, Child. You don't need to butter me up." She smiled, obviously enjoying the attention. I giggled and slid into the stool next to Eli, who turned and looked me up and down. I glared at him as he made a claw motion with his hand, growling at me, pretending to bite at me.

"Who are you trying to impress?" He asked, draping an arm over the back of my seat. "Maybe a tall dark and handsome stranger?"

"The only one I'm trying to impress is you, baby." I said, ignoring his obvious comment about Finn. I leaned in close to him, fluttering my eyelashes. These boys were the only ones I could act myself in front of and felt comfortable enough to act this way with. "Kiss me, lover boy." I whispered getting closer. His eyes grew wide, and he leaned in automatically, bringing his lips so close to mine. At that moment we heard the bell ding, someone having walked in. Still, I didn't pull away, neither did Eli. Each of us seeing who would complete the distance. I could smell the toothpaste on his breath, tickling my nose.