Unpredictable Love

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Scarlotte and I parted ways after another half hour of hanging out in the cafe. As I sit in my car, leaving the cafe I grab my cell phone and dial up Harry. Here I was thinking scarlotte was crazy, but I'm taking her advice.

The phone rings numerous times before finally a deep, husky voice picks up. "Hello?" The tired voice of Harry calls throughout the phone line.

"Did I wake you?" I ask, not feeling bad at all.

"Hey Karls, nah you didn't wake me." He lies, and I smile.

"I was calling to see if you wanted to go out with me tomorrow afternoon?" I say, trying to mask my nervousness. Fucking nerves.

"Like another date?" Harry sounds hopeful and butterflies fill my stomach.

"Yeah, like a casual date." I explain.

"Alright, I guess I could go with you, what time will you pick me up?" His voice is so teasing that I can't help but laugh.

"2:30 tomorrow afternoon." I tell him, then hit the end button before he can say another word.

Monday 12:15pm

"Ughhhhh!!!" I scream. My frustration is rising, I can't find anything to wear. I told him casual right? Shit. I grab my boom-crop top and slide it on over my head, my midriff showing slightly. My hands fumble through my drawers tryin to find my matching yellow shorts and I put them on. Hastily I slip my feet into my red toms and run to the bathroom. Quickly I turn on my curling iron and grab my makeup bag. The makeup I apply is extremely light, with the exception of my bright red lipstick. As I stare at my red lipstick I decide I need more red and fellow to my outfit. I dip down and find my jewlery box under the bathroom sink and grab my red rose belly button ring, that I haven't worn in ages. It'll actually be visible since my shirt exposes my stomach. I grab some yellow rose earrings and slide them into my ears.

I glance at the clock, 12:35. Damn, I need to hurry up or I'm gonna be late. My eyes land on my curling iron and I silently curse myself as I take in my crazy hair. Not having enough time to curl my hair, I use my curling iron to apply loose waves to my hair, and spray it with hairspray. Practically throwing everything under my bathroom sink, I rush into my room to grab my phone and keys.

By the time I get downstairs, I'm sprinting out the door.

http://www.polyvore.com/karleigh/set?id=98854209

*****************************************************************

The mustang is speeding down the road, and I pray that no cops are out today or I'm fucked. I weave in and out of cars as I grab my cell phone to find directions to the nearest McDonalds. My left hand I typing on my phone and my right hand is steering my eyes glance up from my phone and some asshole cuts me off, causing me to nearly hit his car. I drop my phone and slam my hand down on my car horn and the stupid fucking man shoots his middle finger at me. Just as I'm leaning down to grab my phone, the famous Golden Arches come into view and I flick my blinker on.

The lady at the speaker box asks for my order and I order a twenty piece chicken nugget box, with two drinks. "Lot of different types of sauce." I tell the woman. "Okay, you're total will be $15.32" she responds and I pull up to the first window to pay.

When I reach the second window, I lean out my car window in order to grab my bag of food. I glance down into my bag and instantly notice that there are no sauces, like I specifically asked.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." I think aloud, and the lady at the window stares at me. My eyes meet hers and I rudely scoff. "I specifically asked for sauces, lot and lots of different sauces! I'm running late!" I nearly shout at the woman. She scrambles from her spot, and grabs handfuls of sauces which she reluctantly passes to me. I toss all of the sauces into the bag and speed off, my blood boiling.