Chapter 3.
Friday came around fast, for the rest of the week Ryan and I hadn't even discussed tonight. To be honest it was a bit awkward that we hadn't said anything about it, though really there hadn't been a chance for us to bring it up. There was always someone with us after school mostly one of the annoying dumb bitches that go to TCD. Ryan opened my car door for me.
"Change of plan, I'll pick you up at seven." He told me as I slid into my car seat.
"In an hour and a half." I said aloud as I checked the clock on my dash. Once I got home I would have around forty five minutes to get ready.
"If you would stop being so stubborn then we could have finished our lesson earlier and you could have more girly time."
"Oh no! I'm not going to have much girly time!" I gasped as I faked distress. "What am I possibly going to do?" He rolled his eyes at me. "Trust my when I say I'm a girl yes, but I'm not like those girls." I pointed my index finger to the couple girls walking across the car park giggling with there blonde hair loose around their shoulders and small pink dresses. He looked to them then back to me I was currently wearing my denim hotpants with two pairs of black tights and I had a plain white vest top on with a red zip up jacket, my hair was simply back in a ponytail and I had some red converse on my feet.
"I trust you."
"What should I wear tonight?"
"Don't think you're being wined and dined tonight because you're not. Wear what you want." He shrugged and shut my door before strolling away to his car. Honestly I hadn't expected that we would be going anywhere fancy. While fancy was nice, I didn't want to be surround by snobby rich people all the time.
I put my keys on the side and walked into my bedroom. I walked into my wardrobe a medium sized room filled with clothes, small compared to the ones back in America; However, I hate shopping so I usually shop online or get my personal shopper to do it for me. I walked over to my jackets and pulled out my black leather jacket with studded spikes on the shoulders. I slipped my zip up jacket off and slid my arms into the leather one. I decided that this would be fine and left my wardrobe flicking off the lights as I went. I pulled my long naturally black hair down from its pony tail and brushed it through before putting it back into a pony tail only neater this time. I quickly re-applied my make up before walking into the living room. I sat down on my sofa and grabbed my mobile. I unlocked it and quickly sent a text to my dad telling him to ring me on my mobile tonight just as Ryan had told me to. I put my phone into one of the pockets in my jacket and zipped it up to keep it safe.
There was a firm two knocks on my door and I looked up at the clock, five to seven, he was five minutes early! Early! I jumped up quickly and walked over to the door to open it. When I did I was met by Ryan in a similar outfit to when I first met him, he even had on his brown leather jacket. He looked attractive to say the least.
"You ready?" He asked me. I nodded and grabbed my keys then stepped out the door, shutting and locking it behind me. "Lets go." He began walking to the stairwell and I followed him admiring his broad shoulders as I shoved my keys in my pocket with my phone.
He held open the door to his expensive looking black car and I slipped into the passenger seat. He shut my door and walked around to the drivers side, I took this time to take in the inside of the car, clean and tidy. The interior was black and the car smelt like Ryan's aftershave. He opened his door and slid into his seat shutting the door behind himself. He inserted the keys into the ignition and the dashboard lit up. It hit me that I had never told him my address.
"How did you know where I live?" I asked as we began driving to wherever he was taking us. I was curious and kind of creeped out.
"I pulled up your file in school." He told me as if it was obvious, it sounded like he almost said 'duh' at the end.

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