No Fears

Chapter 6-Scott

"457 SYCOMORE STREET. 7?" I texted her.

"Sure. C U in a few hours." She replied.

"Is pizza okay?" I asked.

"Double cheese peperoni."

"U got it."

Okay, so what was I doing? I was going to hang out with a chick, that was only a friend. What was wrong with me? First, I asked her to go on a date with me. A date. I had never gone out on a date with anybody before, they were casual hook ups or an encounter in some party, but never a date. And much less just a hang. I was pretty sure she thought I was desperate. I couldn't blame her, I practically forced her to come. But the thing was, she intrigued me. I wanted to know her. Another thing that had never happened to me before. I was only interested on the outside of them, not about their lives and personalities. But not with Steph, she was sexy that was true, and she certainly knew how to kiss, but it wasn't just that. I wanted to talk to her, like just spend time with her would be fine, although if spending time with her also included another make out session then I wouldn't complain.

I showered, ordered the pizza and headed to the pool house. My father wasn't home, but my stepmother and brother were, and I didn't want her to meet them. At least not yet. When it was almost seven I went to the gateway to wait for her there. I didn't want to risk her ringing the doorbell and have Eloise answer it.

"Waiting for me outside huh?" She asked when she got out of her car. Great, another thing that proved I was fucking desperate.

"Common, let's go to the pool house." I told her.

"What? Are you embarrassed of me?" She teased.

I laughed. And started leading us to the pool house.

"Wow this is nothing like my pool house." She said as we walked in.

"What? You don't have a game room inside of it?" I asked.

"Nop." She just said.

"Then what do you use it for?"

"I don't know, like a normal pool house maybe. With things to use in the pool and that kind of stuff." She answered. "I prefer this one though." She added.

"Do you want something to drink?" I asked. "Pizza is on the table." I pointed to where I had put it table five minutes ago.

"I'll have a beer if you have one." She answered.

"Sure." I said and opened the fridge and took out two beers. "Here" I said as I handed it to her.

"Thanks." She said.

"You're welcome." I said. I opened the pizza box and put a slice in her plate. She ate the entire thing without stopping and then, she grabbed another. I looked at her amazed, most of the girls I knew, didn't eat shit in front of guys.

"What?" She asked after she had swallowed.

"I'm glad you like the pizza." I teased.

She laughed. "I love food. It's probably my worst addiction." She said. "What's yours?" She asked.

I thought for a minute. What was my worst addiction?

"Probably reading." I answered.

"Reading does not qualify as an addiction, is not something bad." She stated.

"It is when you read nonstop and forget about your own life." I explained.

She looked confused. "What did you expect?" I asked.