Another Serving of Attitude, Anyone?

Dating You

Okay, so I had a "date" with Bradley. Wow, just thinking about it made me want to faint.

The first thing I did as I stepped into my room was rush to the bathroom and prepare a lavender bubble bath. I was in a daze and bubbles were a necessity to get me out of this blur and puzzled state. I needed it to clear my mind.

Plus, I also liked to blow bubbles and pop them as they ascended from the tub; just to satisfy the need of my inner child. 

After a relaxing hot bath, I did the quiz Mr. White had given us and checked for more homework. That’s when it downed on me that most teachers in this school very seldom gave their students assignments to do. Probably because they were all spoilt brats and had no time to waste it on homework.

I must have fell asleep on my desk because when I heard a knock on my door, I instantly jerked up into writing position.

“Yeah,” I mumbled, still half asleep. Half expecting Morgana to charge through my door, I was stunned to see Aunt Gwen rest her hand on the handle as she slid it open.

“My dear, you must be exhausted,” she said, with her granny-like smile. I loved how she always sounded so medieval, like she was from a more civilized English era.

“But I hear that you’re going out today; so I just wanted to check on you, see if you’re doing fine. School’s good I hope?” she said, sounding jovial.

“Yeah, it’s great,” I lied. But I wasn’t sure if it was a lie. I was starting to adjust to this new environment very well indeed.

“Alright then, darling. I better let you get ready.” She said as she closed door back shut.

Get ready? So early?

 I took a glance at the talking digital clock on my bedside table and to my horror it read 18:37. Was I asleep for that long? I was panicking, rummaging through the closet for clothes that would be suitable for my date with Bradley.

Oh, gosh. This sounded so wrong. A date with the idiot of a guy who calls me a klutz?

Yeah, that was superb.

I was almost going to ask Morgana for advice, but stopped myself short. I’m a teenage girl with a wicked sense of style; I don’t need anyone telling me otherwise. So I grabbed my faded skinny blue jeans (which also happened to be my lucky jeans) and a cute, body-hugging turquoise t-shirt from GAP that was a part of my new “clothing line”.

Cinemas were cold, right? I grabbed a really cool army-like Goggles jacket and my sling Carlo Rino bag and headed out the door. But then I realized I was wearing bunny slippers, so I quickly exchanged them for my yellow Converse.

By the time I reached the porch, it was 6.58 and Bradley was already waiting.

“In the nick of time,” he squandered, giving me a subtle once-over that only I would have noticed.

He wasn’t too badly dressed himself. Wearing an adorable, quite-fitting “License to Kill” T-shirt and a pair of dark denims, he looked somewhat drool worthy. Only, I wasn’t gonna waste my saliva on him. I was saving mine for Arthur, if he decided to show up.

“We’re gonna have to go there ourselves so I asked Jake to drop us. It’s almost impossible to get a parking at this time,” he motioned me to the car.

“And where are we going?” I asked, still unsure of the cinema we were heading to.

“Breakdown Cinema. I think we’re catching a local horror flick, Justine’s choice.” He nonchalantly replied as he got into the passenger seat, next to Jake.