Losing is not fun. Losing to an already egotistic boy, just brings that bar of losing way down.
Currently, I am getting ready for this God forbid date that I'm forced to go to. Devon isn't happy, not only is he angry that I have to go on a date with the schools heart throb, but that I made the bet in the first place. Well sorry that I wanted to bring his ego down just a little bit. Shoot me.
"I can't believe you," Devon grumbles from the doorway as I apply mascara to my eye lashes. I sigh, putting down the tube of mascara.
"Devon, would you suck it up already? I'm going on this date whether you or I like it or not," I state, turning to face him.
"I'm sure it's not to late to back out," he tells me with pleading eyes.
"And become the laughing stock of the school? Yeah, I don't think so," I roll my eyes at his childishness. Even though I would much rather sit at home and do nothing, I hate the fact that Devon thinks I'm still a little girl. That I can't take care of myself. News flash, Devon, I can take care of myself.
"If anyone dares laugh at you, they'd have to face me," Devon tries to reason.
"Would you drop it?"
"No! I won't drop it! Okay, you lost a bet, big whoop! I don't trust him one fucking bit, and I swear to god if he lays one finger on you I'll break every god damn bone in his body," he seethes. I've never seen Devon this angry, ever. Sure, I've seen him upset about losing a basketball game, but nothing like this.
"Devon-"
"No, go on the stupid date, I warned you of the consequences." And with that he turns to leave my room, slamming the door in the process.
Sighing I turn back to the mirror to finish getting ready.
Going to my closet a few minutes later I look for an outfit to wear. I grab a pair of black leggings with a white, see through, short sleeved shirt, that shows just the right amount of cleavage. I then put on a light blue, washed Jean jacket with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows. I slip on a pair of nice sandals, checking myself out in the full length mirror.
My hair is straightened, both sides of my hair are clipped back, and my make up is like I always do it.
I have no idea where Gavin is taking me, but either way this is just the right amount of casual.
There's a knock on the door downstairs and I grab my brown bag, slinging it over my shoulder and walking out the door.
"I swear to fucking god, if you lay one finger on her, I will personally break all of your limbs off you body!" I cringe back at my brothers fierce tone.
"Got it," Gavin responds with a slight waver in his voice. I laugh silently to myself, hey it's not like I care about what happens to him.
"Hey," I make my appearance at the entrance. Devon eyes me up and down with a scowl on his face.
"Hey," Gavin scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Remember what I said," Devon whispers to me, just enough for Gavin to hear. I shake my head in amusement.
"Yeah, yeah I know. Love you," I tell him, kissing his cheek briefly before going towards Gavin.
"You ready?" Gavin asks. Nope.
"Yes," I say, Gavin begins to walk out the door and turn to Devon one last time, giving him a reassuring smile.
The car ride is silent for the first half of the trip. The tension is as thick as a brick, and I start to feel like I'm suffocating. I roll down the window slightly to let some fresh air in, taking deep breaths of it in.
"You warm?" Gavin turns to glance at me for a second before focusing back on the road.
"Yup," I say and the awkward and uncomfortable silence continues.
"So...you and Devon are pretty close?" Gavin is the one to break the silence again.
"Yeah, we've always been that way. Even when I lived in New York with my dad," I explain. "Aren't you and Richard close?"
Gavin snorts, "Nope. Richard is the star of the family. Good grades, great in sports, me? Well, I'm not that bright and basketball is just a hobby."
I can't believe he told me so much, I only asked because Richard seems like he looks up to Gavin, I guess not.
"I can understand that," I nod. The tension isn't as thick anymore. "Where are we going, anyway?"
"Can't tell, it's a surprise," he smirks cockily. I doubt I'll even like this date.
Twenty minutes later we're pulling up to a beach. A beach? I look over at Gavin, but he does a good job at masking his emotions.
The car stops seconds later and Gavin gets out of the car, for a second I thought he would come and open my door, but that was short lived as he went to the trunk of the car.
Huffing I unbuckle my seat belt and climb out of the car, meeting Gavin half way to the trunk. He's carrying a picnic basket in one hand and a lantern in the other, considering it's dark out.
"Come on," he nudged his head to the direction of the water. The fall air blows through my hair as we walk on the sand, it's actually not that cold for it being October. I ended up stopping to take off my sandals to feel the cool sand in between my toes.
Gavin sets up camp a little ways away from the water.
"I can't believe you," I shake my head as I sit down on the red and white checkered blanket.
"Shut up," he mumbles. "Anyway, I have salami sandwiches, macaroni salad, my mom made it, grapes, and chocolate covered strawberries."
My mouth drops in disbelief, I can't believe he would do all this. I thought it would be like dinner in a restaurant or something. Not this.
"That's- that's so...unbelievable," I state breathlessly. No, I've never had a boyfriend before, but I have to admit this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.
"You like it?" He asks, oh Gavin, still as oblivious as ever.
"Like it? I love it!" I squeal. He chuckles softly and I look up at the stars on the sky. "Where'd you think of this?"
"Hey, I take offense to that," he says covering his hand over his heart.
"Oh shut up," I giggle. "Seriously though, I didn't think you had a romantic side."
"There's a lot you don't know about me, Bella Duffy."
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