The Love Trials: Ashley

Chapter Two

I grabbed my bag from my locker, chucked my lanyard in and slammed the locker door. I then went out of New Look where a dark stranger moved off from the wall. My heart leapt out of my chest in a shadow form of a heart attack. I clutched my chest, gasping as Bradley came into light.

"You scared the living daylights out of me!" I gasped.

"Sorry. You're finished work now right?"

"Yes."

"So can I have your phone number?" I rolled my eyes again. I had probably spent about a quarter of my day doing that simple action.

"No. I'm..."

"Not working." I started to walk to the parking lot. Bradley followed, keeping pace with me.

"You are turning into a stalker and it's not healthy."

"For you or for me?"

"For the both of us."

"Well, if you would just give me your number, this wouldn't be a problem."

"Why do you want my number?"

"You're beautiful. Smart. Sweet. And quite feisty too which is interesting." I blushed.

"Thanks? I think?"

"You're welcome," He smiled. "Now about that phone number?"

"You're putting me off."

"One date."

"Now you're going to try compromise?" He smiled.

"Yes." I debated. What had I got to lose?

"Okay... What's your full compromise?"

"One date. If you enjoy my company and I, yours then you give me your phone number."

"Okay... One date."

"How's tonight at nine?" I nodded, unable to prevent my smile from spreading across my cheeks.

"Okay." I gave him my address and he wrote it down on his phone. He brushed a piece of my hair away from my face then turned and walked over to his car. A silver Mercedes, of course.

I got into my own car after a moment of thinking about this. I drove home and did not even realise how I got there because I had not even been focused on the road.

Once I got home, it was hectic as I showered, scrubbed, washed, shaved everywhere then blow dried my hair, brushed it, ate a grilled cheese sandwich, curled my hair and sprayed it, did my make-up and got dressed. Two hours later, I was stood in front of the mirror and admired my handiwork. My blonde hair was curled nicely to my shoulders, my hazel eyes were lined in black and shadowed in black glitter. My dress was a one shoulder knee-length black beauty and with my tinted tights and black strappy high heels, I looked quite good if I did say so myself.

Ten minutes before nine, Bradley's Mercedes pulled up outside of my house. I put my phone, keys and purse into my shoulder bag and walked out, sliding into the passenger seat of his car. He hesitated, looking at me.

"God, you're beautiful." I blushed again. I had done a lot of that today.

"Thank you. You look handsome too." He smiled. I took in his outfit and felt a shiver of... Anticipation maybe? Because, he looked amazing. His black hair was no longer combed but quite curly and sweet. He was wearing a dark blue waistcoat and a white shirt with a dark blue tie to match and black trousers.

"Genuine question..." I said as he drove off.

"What's that then?"

"Do you ever dress down?"