My Savior | First Love Series

Chapter 25

                                  Scarlette
I feel like I'm going to throw up. My heart's been beating uncontrollably for the past hour. I don't know why I'm being this way. I've hung out, alone, with Nolan a shit ton of times. Even had a date with him in my own room.

I sigh and run my hand through my hair for the millionth-and-one time. My hair flows fairly down my back with a couple strands escaping past my shoulders. The cross necklace, that I got for my sixteenth birthday, sways freely from my neck. It ties in good with my outfit. A purple sweatshirt with black pants to match. One of Nolan's favorite colors is purple.

I snap out of my smiling trance and head downstairs to my parents. And Jackson. He wanted to get in on the teasing. My mom is the first to see me, her squeals and clapping filling the air. I stand still as she moves around me, complimenting my outfit, and gushing over me wearing the cross necklace.

"Will you dress like that for me?" Jackson speaks, which he shouldn't be, "I'll take you on a nice little date. To Mcdonald's."

"How about I kick you in the ba-"

"Language!" my mom interrupts, dropping her hands from my hair.

My dad laughs it off and I secretly flash him a small dragon tattoo that I got last night. Jackson encouraged me to get it, and got the exact same one because he's a copy cat bitch. My dad gives me an impressed nod with a small 'ok' hand signal. While they don't completely approve of me inking up my body, they get that I'm eighteen and have to trust me with these type of decisions.

"Do you have money?" my mom asks, digging through her purse.

"Yep," I answer, nonchalantly, and grab my keys from the bowl.

My parents give me a weird look, as they always do when I shake off their money. They asked me once about where I get it from, and for months Ms. Strainer was my scapegoat. Then she moved. Now they're questions are probably back, and thinking on the fly isn't something I'm good at.

"I'm going to go. I told Nolan eight and it's already seven-thirty," I look to Jackson, "you good here?"

He nods and salutes me away while drooling and getting gooey eyes at the food my dad started making. Lucky him. He got dad night. Because mom can't cook for shit and we suffer through the fake smiles.

My parents wave me off, and I leave while texting Nolan that I'm on my way. The text bubbles appear right after that, and his response shows how excited he is. I feel the same and when we're together it'll be so noticeable. I'm starting to feel whipped for this book nerd, and Madaline's going to keep calling me whipped cream. It's okay though. I like being whipped cream.

My rimmed up car sits pretty next to my parents car and I hop in, ready to see my Nolan. Music starts to play, drifting the cool sounds around the interior of my car. It's a joke playlist that Jackson, Madaline, and I made. Nolan was busy being MIA and Julie wasn't in our group. I'll have to convince them to the add some terrible plays. Or get Madaline to do it. She's convincing and scary.

I turn my radio up and honk twice to let my family know I'm officially leaving. The terribly bad music uplifts my mood more, and I bob and sway my way to Nolan's house.

When I get there, parking slightly next to his parents car, he looks up from the flowers that attack his shoes. It takes him a single second to realize that it's me before running over to the passengers side. I unlock the doors and he wastes no time in getting inside. He busies himself with the seatbelt before finally looking back to me.