Scarlett ❤️

Chapter 6

I walked back into my photography lesson today, fully expecting retaliation for the showdown in the corridor.
Nothing.
They didn't even look up when I walked in, which you'd think I'd prefer but, it actually made me feel more on edge than ever.

The first half an hour flew by as I was editing my photos from yesterday.
I started thinking about more locations I could photograph, and thought back to the spot my detention buddy shared with me.

I then found myself drifting into thoughts about my new friend.
Was he a friend?
I don't really have much experience in the friend department.
It's decided I will make Ty be my friend.

I pack up and leave my lesson quickly to avoid the mean girls that seem to be pretending I don't exist.
I head straight for the detention area, where I hoped to find Ty.

I walked through the open door and immediately locked eyes with Ty.
Shit! What do I do now?
This was a bad idea.
I don't know how to make a friend.
I'm pretty sure starting a staring contest across a room was not the way to do it!

"Fighting again?". He raises and eyebrow and I can't help but smile.

"Something like that"
What am I supposed to say? No, I just came to see you.

"What are you doing tonight?"

Me? Obviously, there's no one else here!
"Probably watching Friends"

"The TV show?"

Only friends I've got.
"Yes, the TV show. What are you doing?"

"Picking you up at 7?" He smiles confidently.

"To go where?" I ask shyly

"You'll like it"

Before I can answer he leaves, giving me a wink on the way out.
Why does he keep leaving like that, he's driving me insane!

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It's almost 7. What do I wear? Was he being serious? Maybe he's not actually coming. If he does, is it as friends? I didn't eat incase we're eating. Maybe I should eat now.
Argghhh this is so frustrating!

I put on a pair of black leather shorts that Chloe always said made my ass look good, a white tank top and a red cropped sweatshirt because it's pretty cold outside.

There's a loud knock at the front door. My foster parents act as if they haven't even heard it as I run down the stairs with a sudden flutter in my stomach.

"Wow!" He leans against the door frame in denim jeans and a tight fitted black hoodie

"What?" I ask suddenly feeling insecure.

"You look incredible" I can't help but blush so I walk out the door, turning my back to him whilst I lock it, trying to cool the heat on my cheeks.

He walks ahead of me, opening the passenger side door to his Porsche for me to get in.

"Where are we going?"

"To meet with some friends"

Friends? Does this mean I'm going to have more than one? I can't tell if I'm nervous or excited, or both.

"Ermm... what if your friends don't like me?"

"I thought you were a fighter, don't go shy on me now" He smirks "besides, you're pretty irresistible in those shorts and with that cute little smile. They'll love you"

Now here I am, blushing again, looking out of the window, trying to hide it.

The rest of the drive is quiet and I'm actually getting pretty tired.