The HOT Or NOT Project

8. I'm At A Loss Of Comebacks .

8. I'm At A Loss Of Comebacks.

A little less than a week has gone by and people are still getting used to Amara Jones. Alot of the guys from the football team tried to flirt with me, but as if I'll get persuaded so easily.

Yesterday, I said yes to Ryan for taking me out on a date. Even though I was internally screaming, I had to do it. Chase made fun about it the entire time after that. Stupid annoying brat. I gotta do what I gotta do. Guess what, Ryan couldn't wait another day to take me out on a date, so he's taking me out today.

Well, my Saturday is ruined now.
Ryan wanted to pick me up from my house and the good thing is that he's never been to my house before. So, he won't be able to guess that Amara is actually me.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I take it out and look at it.

From: Ryan the asshole
Time: 6:47pm
Hey Ames! I'm coming in ten. xx

Ames? Did he just give me a crappy nickname. Wow, he needs to get a little more creative.

To: Ryan the asshole
Time: 6:48pm
Cool. Meet you then.

Ugh. I sigh and lie down on bed.

*****

"This is so clichéd." I stated. My eyes were blindfolded and Ryan was guiding me to some place. If he thinks I'm gonna be impressed and shit, he's wrong.

"We're almost there." he whispers into my ear. Ew. Get away from me weirdo. Don't you know about something called personal space?! I know I'm blindfolded, but it doesn't mean I'm deaf so quit being all corny.

Suddenly, the blindfolds are taken off from my eyes and I blink to get my eyes to focus on my surroundings. What laid in front of me was not clichéd at all. Not at all. Not even a bit.

Just kidding.

It passed all limits of clichéd-ness.

It was a candlelight dinner in an open space with sky in full view. "Oh look at that. Birds are gonna shit on my food." I mutter. I gasp when I realized I said that out loud. Shit. Ryan looks at me with a frown, "You don't like it?" "Uhh, it's nice." I say trying very hard to not laugh at this situation. Aww, poor Ryan trying to impress me.

"I knew it." Ryan muttered.

"Knew what?" I asked confused.
"Nothing." he muttered. I let it go. I want some food. I go up to the table and sit down on one of the chairs without giving Ryan the opportunity to take out my chair for me. I smiled (forcefully) up at him and gestured him to take a seat. He immediately sat down and called someone.

A Butler came out of the bushes and placed two cloches on the table. "Where the hell did you come from?" I laughed. The Butler shrugged and opened the cloche that was in front of me.

Surprise

Surprise

I thought that there'd be fancy food under the cloche. You know, like those French named cuisines. But here I was looking down at the fifty dollar bet that I just won.

I grin like an idiot looking at the happy meal. In your face, Chase Bradshaw. "So, not clichéd after all, huh." I looked up to see Ryan smirking.

"Nah. This is the God of all clichés." I smirked.

Totally predicted it, yesterday.

Ok let me rewind back to yesterday afternoon. I told Chase about the whole date and we made a bet of fifty dollars if Ryan got me fancy dinner or burgers. I'm fifty dollars richer now. Yayyy.

"Clichéd is my middle name, what can I say?" Ryan replied.

"Hahahaha. That was an awesome comeback. I'm at a loss of comebacks." I joked and dived into my happy meal. For the rest of the time we just ate in silence.

"So Miss. Canadian, you came to Chicago cause it got too cold in Vancouver? Or you're too sick of being nice to everyone?" Ryan laughed.

"Miss Canadian? What're you talking about?" I said, in between bites. I'm from America, dimwit.

"Uh, aren't you Canadian?" Ryan asked, confused.

Realization hit me. Once again. I seem to be forgetting alot of stuff now. Weird.

"Ohhh! Yeah! Well I, um, shifted here-" think Maya, think."-becauuuse my dad's, um, business got shifted here?" wow. Good going. Now he's never gonna believe you.

"Oh! That's cool! Well I'm quite happy you shifted here. A pretty girl like you-"

"Would never sleep with you." I finished his sentence. Crap. Amara, you're Maya is showing.

"What? No! I wasn't planning on doing that -"

"Anytime, soon."

"Are you done?" Ryan asked me, anger etched on his face.

"Uh, yeah?" I replied. I wasn't actually done. I could go on all day.
"Ok. Its getting late. I'll leave you home." Ryan suggested.

"Cool." I muttered.

We got up from our seats and headed back towards Ryan's camaro.

The whole ride was silent, except for me trying to find a good radio station. I knew me changing the station would annoy Ryan. It didn't. What a waste of annoyance.
The minute he stopped his car in front of my house, I jumped out of the car and quickly said bye to him and ran to my front door, opened it and quickly got in.

Sigh.

I don't think I can bear his presence around me. The inner me will not be able to hide herself.

But I gotta do what I gotta do.

Sorrryyyy. 🙈🙈🙈
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