BILLIE-HALES & ZEALOUS

Chapter 5

CHAPTER FIVE

"There's a great band playing on Friday if you're up for it. I've heard they are. I mean, I've still to see them, but I know they're good, only because my buddy plays the drums for them. So yeah, they should be."
I'm looking at him while grinning and biting my lip he looks so cute when he's nervous.
We're standing in front of the sculpture one that looks a weird shape. I mean, it's nice, but I've no clue what it's meant to be. So when he asked this, that's when I turned my head to look at him.

"What, like a date?"
He chuckled and asked if I want it to be a date.
"I know I said that last night wasn't a date, but I guess we could give it ago. I mean, if you want to? It's no big deal I mean, we'll just be doing the same anyway, so it doesn't matter."
See he was doing so well. I don't want it to be like last night. If last night was anything to go by then this date won't go the way I'd like it to. So I tell him it's not a date.

"We're just friends Zelie, remember?"
He turns his head away when his Dad calls out to him. So I can't see his reaction and I end up feeling like a bitch for even saying it, but I need to do this. I'm not trying to be a bitch I'm just trying to save my heart.
"Yeah, I'll be there in a sec."
When I turn my head, I'm greeted with a smile.
"Hey, Billie, how you doing," he asks in his amazing Italian accent. Wow, swoon much? No wonder Jenna had fallen for him.
"I-I'm good. Thank you."
He nods, telling me he was good and then he left us alone. The room crackled again. Zelie's still to say something, so I carry on, just trying to settle this awkward feeling.
"Anyway, let's not call it a date not until you figure out what you feel. I mean, we're just getting to know each other right?"
I'm still figuring this shit out too so I don't want to label out nights out. He's still not saying anything he just gives his head a little nod instead.
"W-what time are we talking here? It's just I'm heading to college. You know, to sign up with Hope. So as long as it doesn't interfere with that then I'm in."
He finally looked into my eyes again when tells me it wasn't until later, so it won't interfere with it.
"Wait, wait, I've no money. You have no money either. So how the hell are we meant to go out?"
He grins and deliberately moves in closer to my ear whispering his next words.
"Unlike you Baby-B, I get paid on Fridays so it's my treat."
He ends that by nipping at my ear which causes me to squeak, making him chuckle.
"I-I can't let you pay again Zelie. I mean, you're paying for Mccy-D's so-"
He cuts me off with a little shake of his head telling me, I can pay next time.
"Call this, getting to know you, treat."

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BILLE-HALES:
What's going on with my insides? He's making it dance and I'm trying to stop it, but it's proving difficult, especially when he keeps on touching me. It's just sly touches here and there, but I notice them every damn time. He'd taken us to McDonald's not long after he'd asked me out on Friday. He had to finish up with his dad first though, so I carried on looking around the place until he finished.

"Zelie," he turns his head to look at me and I watch as he grins when I ask him who his friend is.
"I mean, it's not that Larson guy is it? Because I swear I think I'll end up throttling him, especially if he touches my arse again." Of course, he chuckles while shaking his head.
"No, it's not him, it's Roddy. He hasn't long been with them, but he's an awesome drummer. I've heard good things too so I've blagged a few tickets for us."

For us? Wow, he's got tickets for us? Why does hearing this, make my stomach flutter? Just when I think I'm going to swoon, a little he goes and crushes my theory.

"He wanted a few of our buddies there, so obviously his best buddy got first dibs."
"Oh okay, well I guess it could be fun. I mean, I love watching live bands so yeah, I guess I'm in." As I finish, I watch as a huge smile breaks across his beautiful lips. "Awesome again don't worry about money I'll sort that." Now it's my turn to smile, especially when I tell him that sounds like a date to me. "I swear woman, I'm going to make this a date because you've mentioned it quite a few times now. Are you sure that you don't want it to be a date?"
Oh god, I do. I really want it to be a date. However, I'm too scared to tell him this. Just for fear, he'll reject me or worse, want me then spit me out once he's got what he wants. No, I won't allow this. I'll never allow Zealous Dalton to mess with my head like that not ever.
"Give it up already. The day you tell me you know what you really want... that's when we'll call it a date. Until then, we're just friends." I end that by standing up from my seat, the seat which happens to be, next to the big flirt himself. I can hear him though he's huffing out a little chuckle. I'm assuming he's not taking notice of my words, only because for the rest of our day together. Well, he carries on messing with my head. I don't get him at all I mean, one minute he's all I want you. You know, all flirty and shit, but then the next he's looking at some dark-headed girl with big tits and a thin waist. How can I trust any of his words when he's eye-fucking them while out with me? Again I know that this is my own doing too. It's my doing because I'm not allowing him anywhere near me. I refuse to be one of those girls the ones that give in to him at the drop of a hat.