Chapter Eleven:
Maybe I should have gone back; once I realized that Tanner was watching us intently. But I didn’t, looking back at the crowd for Tanner every so often, but then noticing that he had left. Tanner was gone before I was even back from the dance with Nate, leaving a “thoughtful” apology through the mouth of Holly.
“He said he just had to go, simple as that.” She tells me, as I push his chair underneath a high table. Rolling my eyes to look back at the two on the couch, “I think I’m going to go too, sorry Holly.” I say patting her on the shoulder and then realizing that Tanner was my way home. I sigh, knowing I’d have to ride with them, knowing that they will be here for at least two more hours, so I slouch myself down next to Holly and live in the moment of under aged kids bopping along with these ridiculous trends of music.
Finally once hour after hour passed by of Holly screaming in my ear, Andrew humming the lyrics to most of the songs and horrifying dance moves, Holly finally let us slip out of the double doors and into the nice two door car that Andrew had. Never really been in Andrew’s car before, seeing the cds scattered along the floor and the messy back seat, in which I had the great honor of sitting in. Moving (rather stuffing) the things into the other seat as I slid in first before Holly pushed the passenger seat back in place and took her spot next to Andrew. Romantic.
He took the faster route, cutting to the chase and getting on the highway before I would have even pulled out of the parking lot. His speed going over the limit as he drove through my neighborhood, not even driving slower than he usually would when he passed the cliff. He didn’t even pull into my driveway, he just unlocked the door, making Holly get out before me and made me walk up the paved drive to my house.
Trotting my way up there, rolling my eyes at how much this night had been an epic fail and then noticing how there was a shape of a car in my driveway. Being too dark to know who's it is, so my mind starts listing possible people.
Parents? My mind resorts to, but it couldn’t be. My dad and mom were both working today and won’t be here until late tonight. Then who? I wonder taking a closer look but then deciding that they will probably be waiting for me. Jogging up my front porch steps, heading to my front door and just as I’m about to unlock the lock, I hear the faintest whistle, automatically pulling my head in the direction of my bench swing on my porch.
“Tanner?” I ask trying to make out the details in the dim lighting. “Hey Charlotte.” Tanner says softly, almost pulling me over there but making me stop myself, once I see him began to stand up to walk over to me. “What are you doing here?” I ask staring in his eyes of pale blue, in which I can see a lot better up close.
“I was just about to call you.” I say following my immediate “Why the heck are you at my house” remark. Was that true? I mean maybe I was going to call him; he hasn’t been off my mind since he left the club so suddenly. Making me think that I'm so full of it, inviting him to come with me and then completely going off without him.
“Oh well, I thought it would be easier to talk like this.” He tells me and then gestures to my front door. “Can I come inside?” Nodding, I walk over to my white door (which matches my front steps by the color) and unlocking it, walking in and throwing my jacket on the couch.
“So why you here?” I ask him, lingering in the foyer as he walks past me and into my living room. “Well I did promise you dinner, remember?” He asks, jogging my memory about when I begged him to eat. I nod, “Yeah you did Mr.” I say making an attempt to look cuter than I actually am. Epic fail. I thought, watching his eye brows rise and then a grin fill his lips.
“So do you want to-“He pauses glancing down to his sneakers. “Let’s go to get some dinner.” He says waving his hand in the direction of the door, crossing the room before my eyes. I give up after my mind comes up with no reason not to and head over to his black Jeep in my drive. “Back before eleven.” I say as we cross my green lawn. Giving myself thirty minutes to get cleaned up and dressed in sleeping clothes, before my parents both get back from work. Yeah I’m a good girl like that.
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