Honey, I Dare You!

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*.*.Saturday; 2:45 p.m. .*.*

I reach over to grab my phone which has been screaming at me repeatedly for at least an hour now. "Hello?" I lazily answer the phone.

"Olivia-Grace, did you oversleep on me?" Brett says.

"Wha-what time is it?"

"2:45." he laughs.

"Oh crap! Our date! I'm on my way, I swear!"

"Take your time, princess." I can almost hear him smirk through the phone. I bet he's going to add this to his list of things good-girls aren't supposed to do.

Luckily, I took my shower last night. I throw on some black leggings, a black loose crop-top jersey sweater, along with my black Nike high-tops. I may as well dress for my dance competition so I won't have to change. I leave my hair straightened and I don't apply any make-up considering that I'm already late. Once I'm downstairs, I grab my keys and run towards the den. Turning the corner, I crash into someone and hard; it sent me sprawling to the ground.

"You okay?" a guy questions reaching below to grab my arms. I reach up for his hands allowing him to help me up.

"Uh, yeah, I wasn't paying any attention. I'm sorry. Not to be rude or anything, but who are you?" I ask.

"I'm Nathan-or Nate for short. Your dad is helping my dad with his injury recovery." Nate explains.

"Oh okay. Cool. I guess I'll see you around here more often." I reply.

"Yeah! See you around, um-"

"Olivia." I smile.

"Right, Olivia. Cute name for a cute girl." he says and I blush a scarlet red. "See you around." he waves. I want to say he's a player by his line 'cute name for a cute girl'  but who am I to judge someone I don't even know.

When I step outside my phone vibrates in my hand. I look at the caller-id. When I see Brett's name my smile grows wide. "Hello?" I answer.

"Have you left your house, yet?" he questions.

"I'm about to hop in my truck as we speak. Sorry, Brett."

"Don't apologize, just get here soon because your gift is getting a bit aggressive."

"Oka-what?"

"Just get here." he laughs.

I punch the address, that Brett sent to me, in my GPS and I am on my way.

...

I pull up to the new Chinese restaurant and my jaw drops at how beautiful the scenery is. As I park someone randomly knocks on my window making me scream for dear life. I look over to the person and I laugh. Brett is staring at me with a facial expression of disbelief. I unlock my door and run into his arms.

"I missed you." I mumble into his sturdy chest.

"You just saw me yesterday at school." he chuckles.

"Oh yeah...Where's my surprise!?" I jump while still wrapped in his arms.

"Hold on, you're so eager. We have to eat first. Come on, I already ordered."

Brett escorts me to a table for two outside of the restaurant.

"Ooh, lo mien!" I cheer. Brett slides my chair out in order for me to sit. "What a gentleman." I say and he chuckles.

"Can I have my gift now?" I ask.

"You have to eat first!" Brett replies. I take a bite of my meal and ask again. Brett laughs taking my hand, "Nope. I want to have your undivided attention right now because I'm pretty sure when I do give you your surprise you won't pay me any attention."

"Awe! Okay!" I smile at him.

We spend the whole time munching on lo mien and egg rolls, talking about absolutely anything and everything we can think of. Brett is a really funny, care-free and big-hearted guy. I've noticed that his jawline is literally so perfect as if it were chiseled by God himself. Sometimes he would find himself rambling on about useless things and wind up laughing a himself. He's legit the most adorable guy I have ever met.

"I think it's time for your surprise." Brett stands from his seating position and jogs to his car. As he is walking towards me he shifts his body to wear I can't see what he's holding. "You ready?" he asks.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I cheer.

"Okay . . . here it goes." Brett slowly turns towards me and I finally spot a husky puppy in his arms.

"Oh my-Brett! He's so cute!!!" I remove the puppy from his arms and place him into mine.

"What are you going to name him?" Brett asks. I think for a minute before I snap m fingers.

"Arrow!" I grin.

"Arrow? Why Arrow? I mean, it's a cool name, but explain."

"Well the meaning behind it is, 'An arrow can be shot only by pulling it backward. So when life is dragging you back with difficulties, it means that it's going to launch you into something great.' "This little guy," I motion towards my new puppy, "can be my arrow, whenever I don't feel encouraged or when I feel rejected. I'll have Arrow to remind me what's possible."

"You have a way with words, Olivia-Grace."

"I've heard." I giggle. I glance at my phone and notice the time. "Crap."

"What's wrong?"

"If I don't leave now I'll be late for my dance competition."

"I'll drop Arrow off at your house and you go ahead." Brett says.

"Thanks." I smile back at him.

"Maybe one day I can go with you to see how great of a dancer you really are." He winks at me before kissing me on the cheek and taking Arrow from my arms.

"Maybe." I blush.