Loves Me, Loves Me Not

Chapter 11

Tori'a P.O.V

"Is it to much?" I asked, biting my bottom lip nervously. I glanced down at my designer black skinny jeans, black ankle boots and gold beaded top. I wore it with my hair straightened, but styled messily, with heaps of bracelets to cover my cuts on my wrist. I also wore a simple silver heart necklace that Vanessa had given me once, with diamond stud earrings. Light makeup, I could pass as casual, yet again maybe I couldn't.

"You look like an angel." Tyler admired.

"An angel?" I chuckled. "Are you feeling alright?" I pretended to play doctor and put my hand on his forehead, checking his temperature.

"Just fine smart-ass!" He said smacking my hand away. "Wow you smell good!" He grabbed my hand again, and put my wrist to his face, he breathed in my perfume.

"It's the new Justin Bieber one, do you like?" I pulled my hand back.

Tyler's faced screwed up and I laughed.

"So.. Am I dressed for this occasion?" I asked getting nervous again.

Tyler's eyes racked my body, memorizing every curve, and every detail. After a little while I started to feel self-conscious.

"I think I have to change a few things, but we should be good. Do you have fake id?" He added casually. "Also, being shorts and a bathing suit."

"Was I supposed to bring fake id?"  

I packed my red bikini and black high waisted shorts in a bag.

"I didn't write it on a list for you, it's alright. We won't do that then." Tyler grabbed his wallet, keys and gestures for me to follow him out to his car.

*

The windows rolled down, my blonde straight hair flying everywhere. Tyler running his hands through his brown mess.  

Sunglasses on, music so loud the car seats a vibrating. Singing at the top of our lungs. Being a teenager doesn't get much better.

"You hungry?" Tyler spoke normally, now that the music had been turned down.

"Yeah... Lets eat something simple." I suggested.

"KFC?"

"You read my mind!" My mouth watered for KFC chips and gravy.

"Okay, on the way we go." Tyler sung stupidly.

"And the wheels on the car go round and round..." We sung all the way there.

*

"You're seriously only eating chips and gravy?" Tyler asked astonished.

"Well if it were up to me, I'd be eating more. But it isn't." I explained sheepishly.

"Who's it up to then?" Tyler lent towards me, if I took a cm step closet our lips would meet.

"My cravings." I muttered.

"Your cravings?" He repeated.

I gave him a greasy, he asked me about school and friends. I answered everything declaring tomorrow was my day to ask. After agreeing he shot me a bunch of questions about my family and heritage.

"In the mood to party?" Tyler blurted out randomly.

I giggled as he blushed.  

"I'd love to." I stood up from the booth and slid my iPhone 5 into my back pocket.

"Okay then."

*

We pulled up at a crowded beach.