date me?

14. impressed by me.

Erela's POV :

I'm just not wanting to see Lance today.
Just so.
I don't need a reason to not want to see him.

~

I got the information that the basketball match is not gonna be on Friday but on Wednesday.
And that after Wednesday it's gonna be holiday till the next Monday.
So Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday, are holidays.
But we are still gonna be having evening practices.
Great.
Four days.
Four things to do.

It's practice right now.
And I'm sitting having a conversation with Zion.
As we have done our parts.
And the practice is going on.

"So you have a better relationship with your older brother?" I ask, genuinely curious.

"Yeah, you can say that. I'm more comfortable with my older brother. We are pretty similar and have the same taste in things, so we get along better." He says.

"It's not that I don't get along with my younger brother, my older brother and I just prefer a quieter environment. And he's too loud." He later adds.

"I realized you know my younger brother quite alot, he always talks with you." He tells me looking at me.

"Uh, yeah." I say, feeling a little uncomfy about this topic.

"You guys always talk in the church." He says.

"Yup. He's a fun guy to be around."
I say, nodding.

"Right." He says, he says it in such a way that seems like he knows what I don't want him to know.
Please lord.

~

It's almost the time when the bell is going to ring.
And we can go back to our houses.
I'm kinda happy, kinda sad, I didn't see Lance today.
By the way I'm in the hallway right now.
And thinking of the devil.
I bumped into him, more like he bumped into me.

"Oh my, Rilly didn't see you there. Are you okay?" He says looking genuinely concerned. But of course I wouldn't fall for that. He definitely did it on purpose.

He holds my hand up checking and then twirls me around, checking if I got hurt.

"Let go Lance, I'm okay." I say, glaring at him.

"Were you avoiding me today? I didn't see you at all." He questions, tilting his head, blocking my way to leave and then leaning on a locker, I don't know who's locker that is but regardless.
He leans on something and that indicates that he's looking for a conversation.
So now only the school bell, can save me.

"Oh no, ofcourse not. You know it's kinda tiring that we are just practicing all day." I say, giving him a reason.

"Right." He says.

"So, what are you wearing for our date, Rilly?" He asks, looking at me.

"Um, I haven't decided yet." I say, looking away.

"What colour are you wearing?" He asks.

"Uh, I don't know, maybe some blue." I say.

"Oh okay." He says, nodding.
As if deciding something in his head.

That's when Asher comes. And says "uh, hey. Lance you're leaning on my locker."

Lance moves.

"Hii." I say.

When Lance grabs my wrist, as I look up at him, he's already looking at me.

And the bell rings.

I say "bye." to the guys.
And was about to walk away when I remembered something anc turn around.
Seeing that Lance has walked away.
I approach Asher.

"Hi Asher, I need your help." I say, getting straight to the point.

"Yeah what is it?" He says, looking at me, giving me full attention, leaving his thing that he was doing, moving things in his locker I think.

"I need you to see a bit about this number." I say, handing him the number that I have written in a piece of a paper earlier today, I actually wanted to talk to Asher about this earlier this morning but because of practice, I couldn't see him.

"Okay." He says taking a look at the number that I handed him and smiles.

Smiles?

"I have your number I think. I'll text you about this. Is that okay?" He asks.

"Yeah yeah, totally." I say.

"Thank you." I add and walk away.

~

I'm now at home.
Ditching my computer tution class because of Lance.
On a second thought, should I ditch Lance?
That seems like a stupid thing to do.
He'd barg into my house and then talk to my mum, who already likes him and then take me.

I decide to get ready.
Blue something blue.
I think.
And then pick up a cord set that's white with blue rose prints.
That's so aesthetically appealing.
It's like a thin strap crop top, more like a sports bra.
But it's cute and for outerwear.
With a sweatpant that gas the same pattern.
That's why it's called a cord set.
Duh.
Sorry I thought that was funny to say.
Still laughing.

I wear it.
And wear a blue coloured stone pendant, that I'm pretty sure someone gifted to me, can't remember who.
Looking through my jewellery box, I find a blue coloured bow earrings.
And the same coloured ring.
So I wear that.

I'm letting my hair down.
Wearing a blueish silver watch.
I also carry a lil white vintage purse.
And blue Jordans.
I love Jordans.
And wear a little no makeup makeup.
Just some blush, mascara and lip tint.

'Ayee this outfit is kinda cute.'
I say in my head.

I click a picture of my outfit.
And a few selfies.

I don't really need to dress up for him you know. Like wear dresses, like I wore for Zion. I can show up in a hoodie and sweatpants and he'll still flirt with me and tell me I look absolutely gorgeous. And I know that I do. Still.
I don't really need to impress him.
He's already impressed by me.

I can't believe I'm going out with someone whom I haven't even given my phone number to.

I get out of house after letting my mom know that 'I'm going out to the theatres with Lance. Yeah, that boy you really like. And Yeah, you're friends with his mom, his fashion designer mom. Whom I like too.'

Sorry I'm a bit dramatic about his mom.
His mom's a freaking fashion designer.
His mom is really famous in London.
And I mean really famous.
I really like his mom.
Wonder if she likes me?

I get out of the house and see Lance with his bike, waiting right outside my house.

I approach him and he says "You look so pretty."

"So like mine." He adds, smirking under his helmet.