Reaching for the Moon {Revamping}

Chapter Ten: At Least It Seemed Like It Was a Date

Chapter Ten: At Least It Seemed Like It Was a Date

"So are you going to tell me where we're going this time?" I asked Eli as I walked over to his bike.

"No, and did you know your still wearing your work uniform?" he asked with a smirk.

"Uh, y-yeah totally! I mean it's in style, duh," I rushed back into the house leaving a chuckling Eli behind me.

"Back so soon?" Dad asked as I burst into the house.

"No," I said as I ran by, "Forgot to change my clothes!" I made it to my room, out of breath, and threw open my closet. I pulled out a pair of skinny jeans, ankle boots and a dark green V-neck. I changed as fast as I could and pulled on a pair of socks. I shoved my feet into the boots and riffled through my closet for a warm but not-an-ugly-parka coat. In the far left of my closet behind some cardigans (not grannyish, I promise), was a leather jacket. "Perfect," I smirked at it. I pulled it on and flung my rubberband onto my bed. Don't need that for my hair now. I raced back down the stairs and out to Eli. "Better?" I asked. At first he just stared. Then he snapped out of it,

"Much better. Nice jacket."

"Thanks," I laughed, "I thought it was fitting." Eli swung onto the bike, and I followed right behind him. "So you're not going to tell me where we're going?" I tried to ask him over the roar of the bike starting up.

"Not a chance, Cupcake."

"Figures," I grumped.

We drove out of town a ways, probably about a half hour away, to a town called Willow Cliffs. No, Eli didn't give in, I only knew because of the stupid "Welcome to Willow Cliffs" sign. Eli parked the bike at a Mexican Restaurant, El Jalisco. We both got off the bike and began to walk to the front door.

"How did you know I loved mexican food?" I asked, shocked.

"Lucky guess," Eli opened the front door for me.

"You guessed well," I nodded.

"How many?" asked the Host drearily. Obviously two. There's only two of us here. 

"Table for two," Eli told him.

"Come with me," the Host grabbed two menus and walked towards an empty booth in the back. 

"Secluded, huh?" I nervously tried to make conversation. Was this a date? Or not?

"Yeah, there's not many people here," he agreed. "By the way, fact number one about Eli, mexican's my favorite type of food too. Tuck that rare fact somewhere you'll remember it Cupcake." I rolled my eyes. Mental note: Ask why he calls me Cupcake now.

 "Hello I'll be your server tonight! Can I start you off with anything to drink?" Our server, Ben (Got it from his nametag), beamed at us. "Miss?" Oh boy. I knew I shouldn't have worn a v-neck shirt. He was staring AT MY BOOBS.

"Her eyes are not down there," Eli hissed menacingly at our waiter. Was he... jealous?

"My apologies, Miss," he turned red and looked immensely nervous now. 

"I'll just have a coke please," I gave him a strained smile. 

"Make that two cokes," Eli sighed sitting back. The waiter nodded frantically and bolted to the safety of the kitchen.

"Are you okay?" I asked tentatively.

"Yeah," Eli shook his head with a rough laugh. 

"So, when I moved here, I heard you had a rep as a "bad boy"," I made the quote marks with my fingers.