Counting Down

Chapter 2: you're friend is hot

"Sky!" my mom calls. I grunt and just snuggl emy head deeper into my pillow "SKYLAR!" I moan and lazily get out of bed

"COMING!" I scream back. Jesus, it's only 11:30am. So early to get up. What? It's a holiday! I like to sleep in, okay?

I slip my feet into a pair of fuzzy slippers and walk down the stairs. I hear my mom talking in the kitchen so I follow the sound.

"Yes she's here." she speaks into the home phone.

"What." I spit out with my unattractive morning voice. I hate it when people wake me up. I need my sleep!

"Someone is on the phone." she says handing it to me.

"Hello?" I croak. I hate my voice in the morning. It's a monstrous raspy sound that tickles my throat... and not in a good way.

"Hey Sky. It's Blake from last night." a voice speaks. I nearly drop the phone. My jaw drops and I am literally speechless "Hello?" its only then that I realize I haven't said anything back. I clear my throat, trying to get my voice to become normal again

"Yeah, hi. Sorry. Um, how did you get my home number?" I scramble for words. God dammit I'm so socially awkward

"It's the number you gave me." Although I can't see him, I can literally feel him smirking. That sexy smirk that only looks good when he does it... what the heck? He's a stranger! Why am I thinking about him like this?

Because he's a stranger that you kissed

"Oh, um right." I mumble.

"If you don't mind me asking, why did you give me your home number and not your cell?"

"I don't really know." I say truthfully. He laughs and my stomach does a backflip. Damn, so many butterflies.

"Okay, well would you mind giving me your phone number? As in your cell, not your home number." he chuckles. God, I am so weird! I'm suprised he hasn't hung up yet, especially after hearing my terrifying morning voice.

"Yeah sure." I awkwardly say. I give him my number and a question crosses my mind

"Um, excuse my asking but why did you call?" I blurt out rapidly. I hold my breath nervously as the other end of the line goes silent.

"I don't know." he says after a long pause.

"One Peppermint Mocha please." I ask. I love starbucks, espically in the winter when a single hot chocolate can make you feel warm and tingly even though it's below zero outside.

"And one gingerbread latte for me, please." Angie says flirtaciously. I roll my eyes because Angie will flirt with anything that has a dick. Don't think I secretly hate her, I really don't. She's my best friend and she has been for ages. It's just that sometimes my jealousy gets the best of me.

The starbucks guy - who happens to be somewhat attractive - smirks at Angie as his eyes scan her whole body.

"Her eyes are over here, coffee boy." I say tilting his chin up. Angie chuckles. So what? I'm protective over my best friend, is there a problem?

We get our drinks and then sit at a table. We had to wait a few minutes since Starbucks is really busy today and it took a while until someone left their table.

"Oh my God I'm in heaven." I say closing my eyes and throwing back my head in satisfaction after my first sip. Angie laughs before taking a sip from her drink too.

"Oh my God I know what you mean!" she says her eyes widening before taking a big gulp. "OW!" she says "I BURNT MY TONGUE!" I just laugh. Because that's what best friends do. We laugh at each other's mistakes... well at least that's what Angie and I do.

I look down at my cup and see there is writing on it. My heart skips a beat as I quickly fantasize about that cliché moment in movies when a drop dead gorgeous guy writes his number in thick black sharpie and underneath he writes 'Call me <3'.

Sadly, this is not the case. My nose scrunches up in disgust and I groan in disapointment.

"What does it say?" Angie asks holding her tongue between her thumb and index finger.

"You're friend is Hot." I read aloud. Angie bursts out laughing as I just look more disapointed than ever. Of course it's about Angie.

"That's - hilar - ious!" she says in between breaths. I scowled and try to change the topic.

"So did you kiss anyone last night?" I ask already knowing the answer to that

"Yes!" she squeals "I got his number and he's an abercrombie model!"

Aha. Angie gets a model as her New Year's midnight kiss.

"That's cool." I blankly say keeping a poker face on as I take another drink from my hot beverage. Only then do I realize that it was a bad idea to talk about last night. I don't want her to know about Blake. Why? because then she'll want to meet him, and if she does meet him, he'll be all over her. Compared to her I'm an ugly muffin and she's a majestic cupcake.

I can't believe I just called a cupcake majestic.

"And you." she teases folding her arms on the table and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I saw you kiss someone too."

"W-What are you t-talking about?" I stuter. I am a terrible liar.

"Don't play dumb." she says rolling her eyes. "Whats his name."

"Blake." I can't help but feel the urge to smile, however I must keep my poker face on so Angie won't question me any longer

"Did you get his number?" she narrows her eyes as if to test me. I hesitate for a second. Then she will know that I'm in contact with him and then BAM they will get married and have beautiful babies while I sit at home with my beautiful 37 cats. #catlady

"No." I gulp.

"Sky..."

"Fine" I give in. As I said earlier; I can't lie for my life. "Yes and he called me this morning." this time I don't fight the smile forming on my lips.

"HE WHAT?" Angie slams her hands down on the table and lets out a fangirl squeal.

"Calm down Ang." I say trying to tame this crazy girl

"Sky, do you know how rare that is." I shake my head "When I give my number to a guy, he texts me months later! This Blake guy really is something special." I can't help but remember the butterflies I felt last night. How the moment our lips broke away wanted more. How I couldn't think straight when he said my name...

"Where does he live?" Angie asks. I frown. Oh no Ang, please don't.

"I don't know, close by I think since he was in the city for that one night." Angie, if you say what I think you are gonna say, I will die. Like actually die. I will just collapse to the floor and die. You know why? Because if he meets you he will know that you are a hundred times better than me. And everyone likes the better things. Like if you're shopping for a microwave in target and there are two boxes containing the same exact microwave, but one's a little more banged up than the other, you are gonna choose the one in better condition. Based on a true story...

Angie, don't you dare say it! I see that smile creeping up your fricking perfect face! Don't say it!

"I want to meet him." she smiles angelicly

She said it.

(not proof read) Sorry for the short chapter! Okay so I'm still not sure if I should carry on with this story :/ any ideas for the next chapter? don't forget to comment, follow and VOTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

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