(Extra)ordinary

Chapter 23

Chapter 23

"I think I'm going to have a concussion soon," I grumbled as I rubbed the sore spot on my head. "Naya really packed a punch in that ball. Does that even make sense?"

Dakota chuckled and checked out my head while I drove. "It's not that bad."

"You're just saying that because you are my boyfriend. It's your job."

From my peripheral vision, I caught him rolling his eyes. I glared at him shortly before checking my rear view mirrors. I flicked on my left turn flicker, and turned into our street.

"Alright, here's the plan." I started, giving Dakota a dubious look. When he looked like he was paying attention, I quickly got straight to the point. "I'll drop you off first. You'll open your front door while I park your car in the garage. Is that clear?"

"Yes, mom."

"Dakota."

He flashed me his signature smile. "Joking."

"Good."

I pulled up in front of his house. Dakota unlatched the door and got out. I watched as he hobbled his way to the trunk of the car to grab his crutches. I was a little sick and tired of helping him with his crutches, and as soon as I saw his ability to do it himself, I refused to help him further.

Dakota crutched his way to his porch while I put his car in reverse. I managed to park perfectly. I slipped out of the car and locked it, a grin plastered on my face. Excitement was bubbling in me. I couldn't wait to see the interior of his house.

The exterior of his house already looked majestic enough - the whole house was a deep mahogany color, with pine wood finishings and borders. I bet that the inside of the house was ten time better.

I skipped up the Evans' yard and on to the porch to see aan excited Dakota waiting for me.

"Didn't I ask you to open the door while I parked?" I asked, a little confused.

He smiled. "That would kinda ruin the surprise."

"What surprise?"

"My house."

"Oh kay... Show me."

I stood back and waited for Dakota to fumble around with his keys in his pocket. He retrieved key after key. "This one... No, not this... Where is my house key? Urm... It's not this either. Who on earth invented the key? Haven't they heard of fingerprinting biometric systems?"

"Aha!" Dakota exclaimed after examining that particular key. He shoved the key into the lock, and it popped open after Dakota twisted it.

"Do you do this everyday?" I stifled a laughter.

"No, my keys were being uncooperative today."

As soon as I stepped into his house, I was greeted by a hanging crystal chandelier on the ceiling of the lounge. The floor was lined almost entirely with exquisite European style rugs. There more windows than walls in the room. The only pieces of furniture were the love seat and a coffee table. In the heart of the room sat an electronic fireplace.

I gasped as I twirled around the room. Dakota has to be loaded! How have I not noticed that before?

After my eyes roamed around the place, it landed back on Dakota who was looking amused. "See something you like?"

"Dakota, your house..." I couldn't even form a coherent sentence. "It's so beautiful and exquisite!"

"Yeah, thanks to my mom. She's an interior designer, while my dad's the architect."