Invisible

Trust Me {4}

When I pull up to my house, Derek's car is parked in my driveway. As I turn of the car and slowly push open the door, he shoots out of the car and makes he way towards me. I try to get back in the car, but I am stopped. I refuse to look at him.

"What do you want?" I mumble, staring at the ground.

"Just hear me out," he says.

"I don't want to hear you out. Just let me go." I struggle against his grasp.

"Listen, Kate you don't understand. Whatever you heard, it isn't true."

"So you're not going on a date with Lydia?" I ask.

"No." he strokes my face gently. "Why would you think that?"

"Well I was at the mall and I overheard Lydia-" I say, but he cuts me off.

"Let me explain. I have been hanging out with her lately, and one day she pulled me away to talk to me. She asked me out on a date but I said no. I guess she made stuff up to save face. That's it. I would never do something like that to you," he explains softly. 

I breath a sigh of relief. I can trust him. I do trust him. 

"Why don't you go inside and get ready for our date. I'll be back to get you at 6." He winks and drives away.

I look at the clock on my phone. It's 3:00. I still have some to go buy a dress and get ready. I head back to the mall.

After what seems like forever, I enter my last store. This one better work or I'm screwed.

As I lazily scan the clothing racks, a certain black dress catches my eye. My breathing slows as I realize how perfect it is. I grab it off the rack and practically run to the dressing room.

I pull the dress on and stare at the mirror, dumbfounded. The way the material cascades down my body, flowing and beautiful. The way the dark color contrasts with my pale skin. The dress, it's perfect. 

When I get home, I quickly jump in the shower. I straighten my hair and curl it a little at the end. After applying a very small amount of makeup, I'm ready to go. 

I pace the living room nervously. Where is he? I look at the clock. It reads 6:02. I really need to calm down. I'm just anxious... I've never been on a date before. What if I make a fool of myself? Ohmygod, what if I get food stuck in my teeth? What if I spill something? What if-

The doorbell rings, pulling me out of my trance. Deep breath, I tell myself. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. I steady my breathing and open the door casually.

"Hey!" I practically shout.

God, I'm so embarrassing.

"Come in!" 

He smiles and steps into my small home.

"Are you ready to go? We have a reservation at 6:15."

I grab my jacket and purse from the table.

"Yea, let's go."

We drive in silence to the suprise destination. Derek stares straight ahead at the road all throughout the short drive. Why is he acting like this? 

I gasp as we pull into Acquerello, the fanciest restaurant in a 30 mile radius of this town.

"Wow," I breathe, taking in the beautiful architecture of this high-end establishment. 

He smiles slightly and leads me into the bustling building. I have no idea how I'm going to afford to eat here... Literally a glass of water costs more than getting McDonalds every day for a month.