Breaking The Game [Book #1]

Chapter 35

Allie

Today I make one month with a girl I never thought I would make my girlfriend. Everything is happening so fast for me, in a good way almost. I still have some things to work out with her. We're nowhere near perfect, but she's perfect for me and I can't even argue with that.

After dinner yesterday night, I showed North the box room. She couldn't believe how many boxes I've been hoarding. She mentioned something about paying several of her maintenance friends to clean it out for me. I didn't give her an answer. I personally would like to clean it out myself, but there are just too many boxes to look through.

I took North's advice on making a healthy, but good tasting dinner tonight for Alix. I came across this recipe on the internet that suits both of our eating styles; creamy garlic pasta with shrimp and vegetables.

I've taken a couple of spoons of pasta out of the pot already to make sure it tastes good. I'm impressed with myself today. I managed good time and good food that suits my girlfriend's diet. I've even written down all the important nutrition stuff she'll want to see.

My whole place smells like this delicious meal. I can only hope that Alix enjoys it as much as I do. This dinner is also an apology to her. North explained to me how Alix feels in a way I could understand. In Alix's perspective, I didn't consider her feelings first.

North also told me to look good for my first anniversary. In other words, she told me to actually put effort into looking nice. She told me girls love when their loved one looks good for them on special occasions and on a normal basis. It apparently shows that you still care about the little things. She's been giving me a lot of tips in the past 24 hours.

So I have on my red lumberjack plaid shirt mixed with other shades of red. I decided I didn't want to wear anything dark or bland today. North said to switch out of my every day wardrobe color - black. My denim jeans are light blue with white stitching. I also decided to ditch the ripped style for tonight.

I wrapped my hair up in a bun because I was cooking. Now I don't want to take it down because I think it looks good. I don't have any plugs or tunnels in my ears today, but Alix never minds that anyway. Sometimes she actually forgets my ears are stretched despite how big and noticeable they are.

I feel like I'm not over dressed enough. This outfit looks casual and it screams 'I really didn't know what to wear.' I'm eager to see what Alix is wearing. Hopefully she's wearing something casual too. Then I won't feel like an idiot.

I serve Alix's food in a white medium sized plate. It's not too much, but it's definitely more than what her parents feed her. I serve my food next. There's a lot on my plate. I mean, I'm not the one on a diet so I can eat however much I want. I'm also the cook so I think I deserve to pig out.

I grab the warm plates and walk over to my table. I slowly set them down and push them apart according to where Alix and I will be sitting. She'll be sitting adjacent to me, taking the seat she first sat in the first night she ever came over. I believe these seating arrangements are appropriate for this day. It's a cute reminder of how we became close.

Two soft knocks on my door makes me snap my head back. She's here already and my heart just skipped a few beats. She's right on time too. I just served dinner so we'll be able to enjoy it fresh and hot.

Without thinking, I rush to the door. I haven't even bothered to check if I have any stains and what not on my clothes from cooking. I don't look through the peek hole. I already know it's her, but I don't want to see her outfit yet. Even though it would be better to make myself feel stupid a little earlier than later.

I unlock the door and open it. My eyes instantly catch Alix's gaze. I'm stunned by what she's wearing. She has eye liner on. It makes her eye color pop and look brighter than usual, but it also gives off a devious feel. Her hair is down and a tad more curly than wavy. It's sexy and seductive in the most innocent of ways.