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Chapter eight

Chapter eight

{Libby}

"But before we start," he pauses and I'm silently hoping that he isn't about to make a deal with me. "Who was that kid you were talking to yesterday?"
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"Um... Hayes," I smile to disguise the embarrassment. "His name's Hayes."

He gives me an impressed side glance. "When can we meet him?"

My facial expression soon changes to shocked yet confused as he smirks in my direction. Then I suddenly realize what he is so giddy about.

"Woah.. um, wait-" I freeze and think of something to say. "We're not a thing Cade."

He gives a chuckle and sighs peacefully.

"Good."

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We end up getting quite a bit of my project done when my dad gets home. He is planning on taking us out to dinner but we have to wait until Charlotte comes back from the grocery store.

The plan is to head over to Crossroads Chapel Hill. It's a drive but worth it because some other family members that I haven't seen in a while are coming too. I just hope there are no awkward encounters with those family members I might not remember, but remember me.

It is a fancier restaurant that is beautifully decorated so I decide to dress up a bit. I search through my closet until I find an outfit I'm happy with. It consists of a dressy black short sleeve, a fitted grey skirt and a pair of black heels. My hair was looking pretty dull so I plugged in my barrel wand so it can heat up.

For makeup, I just apply some foundation, setting powder, soft eyeshadow with mascara, and a coral lip color. Not too much of anything but it will still look appropriate for the place and the outfit.

While I continue getting ready, I think about school tomorrow and a certain person crosses my mind.

Hayes.

He gives me a slight mysterious vibe, but I don't think that's a bad thing. At all. It only makes me want to learn more about him. All his flaws, problems, happiness and mistakes. Everything.

I might not even be the type he prefers to hang out with and vice versa. But it's worth a shot.

Something about that boy fascinates me. I'm not sure if it's the care free way he approaches and responds to things-almost as if something set him that way- or the way he laughs or anything else. I just want to know him. Because I can tell there is something in his popular, all star jock personality doesn't show through. And I intend to find it.

"Almost ready tater tot?" My dads voice took over my ears as I strap the last strap on my high heel.

"Yeah dad, I'll be down in a second!" I shout back through the door.

I know I'm forgetting something.

My eyes wander around my room, my face and eventually my outfit until I notice that I have the wrong bra on.

And of course I figure out that I hadn't washed the right one yet. So I am stuck with a pad less bra. The one that makes the "nips" show. The one I like to call, "the bra-less bra".

I slide it on my body after taking my top off and it ends up not looking too bad. Actually, not bad at all. Nothing is showing for once, and I pray to God it stays like this.

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"I really hope no one I know is here." I mumble to my brother, but mainly myself. In school or school occasions it's fine, but an unplanned encounter with a classmate or "friend" makes me feel weird.