Counting Down

Chapter 5: double dating

So the snowmobile wasn't an ambulance. It didn't take me to a hospital or anything, it took me to the hotel's clinic. The nurse assured me that my nose wasn't broken and that I just had to ice it for a while.

Once I get back to our room -- more like suite. Yeah, we are only staying here for three nights but filthy rich mr and mrs winter got us the frickin master suite to stay in-- I see Angie reapplying her lip gloss. She does this every half hour To make her lips are, and I quote, more kissable and plump.

"Where were you I was worried." She says blankly with no concern in her voice. She screws the lid back on and smacks her lips together in front of the mirror before turning to me. "What the fuck happened?" she exclaims suddenly looking like a concerned best friend.

"I smashed into a tree and some guy called some people to take me to the clinic. My nose isn't broken though" I shrug.

"Some boy?" she questions lifting an eyebrow and stepping closer as if to test me, completely ignoring the part where I said I was rushed to medical attention. "Was that boy hot?"

"Angie, looks aren't everything!" I sigh in frustration. "Besides, his face was covered up by ski gear. I didn't get to see him.

"Oh. Come on then." she says tugging on my arm that I'm holding my ice pack with. It falls to the floor and i, being my lazy self, curse as my back painfully cracks as I bend down to pick it back up. I seriously need to work out.

"Go where?" I ask as she throws a grey shirt, black pants and a white scarf at me.

"On our double date." She says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. My heart stops, my mind freezes. Double date? is she fucking serious?

"What double date?!" I exclaim. She can't just plan things and expect me to go along with them especially if I have plans. Even if my plans are just sitting around on the sofa crying about my suckish love life while eating a whole pint of ice cream.

"Come on Sky!" She begs "remember te cute guy that I met at the lobby? Well yeah. While you were getting your nose treated, he asked me out and asked if I had a friend who was willing to go out with his friend who is having a hard time getting over some girl. His name is Derek. And apart from being hot, he's funny and sweet too." she looks longingly into the air with a love struck expression on her face. If I hadn't known Angie as long as I have, I would've believed her little act but knowing that she majors in performing arts, makes me notice she's just acting

"Angie, I'm not going." I say

"PLEASE!" she pleads. "I'm sure that Derek's friend is cute too. Just do this for me Sky. Please!"

I sigh in surrender.

"Fine." I grumble "but you owe me"

Angie squeals as I stomp my way to the bathroom to change. The outfit Angie prepared for me isn't bad. I slip on the dark gray long sleeved shirt with a symbol on the front of what looks like a hand with two thumbs. I don't know what it means but I like it. I squeeze into Angie's black skinny jeans. What? I'm sorry my legs aren't as skinny as tooth picks like hers. I wrap a pretty white scarf loosely around my neck and jump into a pair of comfy black uggs.

Now for make up. I've never likes putting too much on unlike Angie who's face looks like it just escaped clown college. Somehow she manages to pull off the many layers of make up on her face. I spread a little foundation on my face to give it some shimmer and soak my eye lashes in mascara. I draw an extremely thin line with eyeliner on my eyelids and apply some cherry flavored Chapstick to my lips. I look in the mirror and realize I haven't washed my hair in three days. I know I should go and shower but then I'll have to put my clothes on and redo my make up all over again. so I resolve the problem by straightening my curly mess of hair.

"Damn girl, you look hot!" Angie jokes when I walk out. If she thinks I look good, she should look at herself. She looks like an even perfect-er version of Barbie. Is perfect-er even a word?

"Let's go." I mumble not complimenting her back because she's making me go to this stupid double date with her.

We go down the elevator and walk into a little café next to the lobby. We are greeted by an extremely attractive guy with dark curly hair and tan skin.

Not as good looking as Blake.

"Derek this is Sky my best friend." She batters her eyelashes In a flirtatious manner. "She's here for your friend." She continues looking around for Derek's friend while I just roll my eyes making it clear that I don't want to be here.

"He's in the bathroom." Derek says in a low raspy voice. Angie nods as the sit down at a table for four. I just stand there crossing my arms not knowing if I should take this opportunity to bolt out of here. I finally sit down next to Angie sighing deeply while listening to their flirty conversations with no interest.

"Look who decided to how up." Derek says as I hear footsteps approaching behind me. I don't even look back to see who it is. I already know it's me 'date'. I hear a sigh from behind me and I roll my eyes in annoyance. I guess I'm not the only one who doesn't wanna be here. I finally turn around to ace my 'date' and our eyes meet. My heart stars pundit against my chest and my jaw drops.

What is he doing here?

We stare at each others poop colored eyes without saying a word. Hundreds of thoughts are running through my mind and snippets of that nights replay in my head.

I open my mind to say something but close is shut again. I'm lost with words.

I remember everything about him. His defined jaw, scruffy brown hair, those soft tender lips that I kissed just a week ago...

I open my mouth to speak again but he beats me to it.

"Sky?"

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I think you already know who it is. Of you don't then well ur stupid. Just kidding. Not really... anyway this story has over 100 reads! This is the 5th chapter and I'm already this far? Wow. I love you guys. <3 I know I'm slow on updating but I'm really busy now a days. I promise to update before Wednesday. Thank you to those who are still reading <3