My Bad Boy

Chapter 13- Breaking the Silence

Ethan's POV continued

I went to my locker and grabbed my book bag. Heading outside to the parking lot, I saw Emma and the guys were already there. I walked over to where they were.

"So, what's the plan for today?" Emma asked.

"Well," I said, scratching my head, "you could go on a date with me."

"What?" Emma said, looking at me, clearly surprised.

"Umm..." I stammered. "I was wondering if you would go on a date with me," I continued, feeling shy.

"Umm, sure," Emma said, looking at her shoes, clearly a little unsure herself.

We all piled into the car. The ride home with Emma was quiet and, honestly, a bit strange. I pulled up to Emma's house, and she took off her seatbelt and got out of the car.

"I'll pick you up at 7," I said.

"Okay," she replied, closing the car door.

Emma's POV

I closed the car door and walked into the house, taking out my keys and unlocking the door. I went straight to my room.

Oh shit! What am I going to wear? I don't even know where we're going, I thought to myself.

I tossed my book bag onto my bed and plugged in my phone to charge. Then, I went to the bathroom and took care of everything. When I came out in my towel, I sat in front of the mirror, curling my hair and doing my makeup.

I walked into my closet and decided to go with a red strapless blouse, black short shorts, and my red Converse. Once I was dressed, I grabbed my phone and headed downstairs.

In the kitchen, I placed my phone on the island and grabbed some grapes from the fridge. I sat down at the island, munching on them when the doorbell rang.

That must be Ethan, I thought.

I quickly put the grapes back in the fridge, grabbed my phone, and walked to the door.

Ethan's POV

Emma opened the door, and I couldn't help but notice how gorgeous she looked in her red strapless blouse and black shorts.

"Hey," she said, walking outside and closing the door behind her.

"Hey, uh, you look great," I said, smiling.

We walked to the car, got in, and put on our seatbelts. I started the engine and began driving.

"So, where are we going?" Emma asked, glancing over at me.

"My place," I said, keeping my eyes on the road.

"Oh," she replied, her voice quieter than usual.

The rest of the ride was silent, but it felt oddly comfortable.