Love Is a Losing Game // Joel Pimentel

8 | Invitation

Chapter Eight

Blu's POV

"Why don't you come to a party on Friday?"

I look over to Joel after writing down an answer on my paper and see his nervous expression. A smile tugs on my lips for the first time in a while.

His soft red lips were biting themselves, his big brown eyes flittering around nervously and landing on anything but me.

I shrug nonetheless and shake my head, going back to doodling on my page.

"Not my scene."

I take out a gray colored pencil and shade in some areas of my drawing. "Not even if you were coming with me?"

My hand stops shading in the picture and I look over to him. "W-what? Like a date?"

He hesitates but breathes out and gazes at me.

"Yeah."

I stay quiet and drop my hands to my lap, turning my chair around so I'm completely facing him.

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

"Okay. I'll come over at eight I suppose."

"Perfect."

***

"I don't know what to wear," I huff as my best friend Joaquín scrolls through his phone on my bed. He looks up momentarily to look at the articles of clothing on my body before shaking his head.

"You're going to one of the biggest parties with one of the biggest people in school. You need to look sexy but edgy yet approachable," he says with a look in his eye that worried me immensely.

"What do you suggest?" I shake my head.

"How about the black ripped jeans, the Calvin Klein cropped white sweater, and your Doc Martens?" he replies while continuing his like spree on Instagram.

I sigh and grab the clothes before moving to my bathroom, changing, then looking at myself in the mirror.

I break the gel cast in my hair and loosen my curls from my scalp to create some volume. My eyebrows appear unruly so I give them a quick run through and put clear gel on my lashes to give them a boost. I proceed to smack some tinted chapstick on my lips and take a stand back.

It'll do.

***

I hesitantly knock on the door of the familiar house and on the second knock, Joel is there before me with a sly smirk.

I look at him and swallow once I see his apparel. He looked good even if his laid back look and I couldn't help but notice how the shirt that clothed him fit him ever so nicely. "Hello," he greets with a smile, his eyes giving me chills.

"Hi," I nod my head in acknowledgement and sway on the balls of my feet. "So," I drawl out. Joel gives me a once over before smiling softly, "You look great, Blu."

I blush a bit and hide my cheeks with my hair. "Thanks," I mumble, looking down at my attire. We look at each other for a second before he smiles once more and then gestures for me to follow him.

Once inside he grabs a jacket from the coat hanger and a pair of keys. Joel looks back to me before smirking a bit and grabbing a different pair of keys.

"Let's go."

***

"There is no way in hell," I whisper to myself as I stare at the contraption before me.

A matte black motorcycle lays before me and I love it and hate it at the same time. Joel chuckles and hops on, handing me a helmet. I blow air out of my cheeks and notice the fact that he's admiring my body while waiting for me to take it.

I tuck hair behind my ears and look into his intense brown eyes, slightly fearful. He holds it out for me and I touch the back of my neck, trying to make myself smaller.

"Do I have to?"

"Yes."

I bite my lip, and take a hesitant step forward.

He sighs, climbs off, and stands before me, looking into my green eyes as he slides the helmet over my head. I take the time to look at his features up close.

Joel's skin was smooth and flawless, his brows thick, his lips a soft tone of red, his jawline sharp; those eyes could melt a person and his eyelashes brushed the tops of cheeks when he blinked.

His breath fans across my face and his fingers brush against my skin in such a way, that I shiver slightly. His eyes dart to mine and he smiles at me. "There you go," he whispers softly. His gaze falls to my lips and then back up to my eyes making me stop breathing completely.

He takes a small step forward and I take two back, averting my eyes from his hurt ones. We stay quiet for a bit but then he climbs on his motorcycle and looks at me once, quickly.

I take a deep breath and walk over to the motorcycle, uneasy. I carefully swing my leg over, slowly wrapping my arms around Joel and resting my chin on his shoulder.

He turns slightly and closes the lid to my helmet before wrapping my arms around him tighter. "Don't let go," he whispers. I nod and my whole body freezes when he looks over to me and shakes his head. "Bring your legs up like this," he murmurs.

His hand carefully sweeps up my thigh so it's resting against his.

And then I'm flying.

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a/n

it'S SO LATE