Life's A Mission

Chapter 18

Hellooo! Chapter 18 woop:) Sorry it's a little late, but at least it's here now!  Just want to thank you guys for reading!

Enjoy :) Courtney xx



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"Ooh what about this one?" Amy said, throwing yet another sparkly, revealing dress at me.



I shot it a disgusted look and shoved it on a discarded pile next to me on Amy's bed. Yes, I am here once again looking for a 'special' outfit. This time is probably even worse than the last time and Kim had failed to turn up to help me survive this torture.



Tonight was the dreaded secret date night. To say I was nervous was an absolute understatement. All day my mind had been whirling with thought of who it could be. I think I may have bitten off all of my fingernails in anticipation of tonight- and let me tell you, Amy will not be pleased about that!



"So I was thinking maybe this dress with those sho- no wait those heels would make you look gorgeous! what colour nails? hmmm"



And that was where I blocked her out, leaving her to mutter as she rummaged and made yet another mess in her overcrowded closet.



"Maria!" Two fingers were being snapped in front of my face. Looking up, I saw a very stern faced Amy. Oops.


She shook her head, knowing all too well I was prone to spacing out. "This is the perfect one!" she squealed, bouncing on the balls of her feet.


Before I could even open my mouth to give my opinion, I was shoved into the bathroom and my outfit scrunched in the palms of my hands.


Amy had picked out a simple, yet classy outfit and I was a bit ashamed to admit I actually liked it. There was a pair of navy blue skinny jeans and a burgundy chiffon top. Without hesitation I threw it on, noting that it fit perfectly. I exited the bathroom, taking a step before I noticed a beautiful pair of navy heels, I honestly think I've fallen in love.

I smiled broadly, shoving my feet in as fast as possible to complete my outfit.

Amy bounded back into the room humming. As soon as she saw me she stopped on her tracks, mouth hanging open.


"Oh my gosh!" She screamed. "I have such good taste"


I rolled my eyes sarcastically an sat on the edge of her bed, knowing I was about to be made over and there was no way around it.


A hour later, after being plucked, pulled and perfected I became aware that Amy had finished making my face up. To make the time pass quicker I had borrowed Amy's iPod and earphones, listening to her music- she had quite good taste, I must say.


The faint tapping of my shoulder caused me to pluck the earphones out my ear and look towards Amy's pleased expression.


She just nodded when I sent her a questioning 'have you finished' look. Great, now I can stretch my achey legs.


As I stood up, I caught a glance at myself in the full length mirror placed in the corner of the room. Just like last time I couldn't help but be taken aback by how well Amy made me look. (despite the feeling of my face being suffocated by the cakes of makeup I had on)

Feeling rather embarrassed that I could stare at myself for so long, I cleared my throat and unconsciously smoothed out the non existent crinkles on my jeans.

I turned to Amy giving her what I call the look 'Im ready for this'. And she nodded, understanding perfectly. 

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"Breath" I kept muttering to myself. God knows why I was so nervous, I was used to this stuff at work. The best thing to do is pretend like this is some secret mission. 

Amy had dropped me off outside the restaurant about ten minutes ago but here I was pacing up and down the entrance, debating if this was even a good idea. 

For the third time in the last ten minutes I felt the inside of my jacket, once again feeling comforted that I remembered to stash my best friend in their-my gun obviously. I managed to sneak it between my clothes when Amy ran out of her room to find her camera, insisting that she just had to take some pictures of me.

Deciding now was the time, I forced my feet to step in front of the other, effectively making me move further and further towards the entrance. 'Its now or never' was my only reasoning for doing this. 

And that's how I found myself inside, surrounded by happy couples, conversing and enjoying their well cooked and overpriced meals. The soft classical music playing in the background soothed me a little but I still felt like something would go wrong. 

"Hello, can I help you?" I turned to the source of the voice, seeing a young male waiter stood, looking expectantly at me.

I cleared my throat for the hundredth time this night. "Yeah I have a... um..." 

"Date?" He finished for me, smirking widely. 

I nodded my head vigorously. "Yeah, that."

"Well what's his name then?" He said, edging me on. I'm sure he could tell I was not an expert in these things. 

Oh shoot! I racked my brain trying to remember what Amy said his name was. James....John...Jacob! It was Jacob. I sighed in relief. 

"Jacob" I stated, now feeling more confident. Jacob didn't sound like such a bad name right?

The waiter paused, trying to remember where he was placed. "Ah yes, Jacob, right this way." This time the waiter chuckled. Did that mean something was wrong? "You're in for a real treat" was all he said, as he lead me to the quieter part of the restaurant. 

I didn't have time to question what he meant as I was lead straight to the table where Jacob was sat. 

My senses were alerted straight away. My mouth dropped open and my fingers itched to curl around my gun. I knew who this was, and it wasn't good.