The Boyfriend Diaries

31) Holy. Crap. Nate can see my bra!

    Chapter Thirty-One: Holy. Crap. Nate Can See My Bra!

    Where is he? He hasn't changed his mind and stood me up, has he? The same innate questions swished inside my brain from left to right, and it was beginning to make me dizzy. I rubbed my bare arms to generate some kind of heat and constantly kept checking to make sure the black wig was in place.

    It was a little scruffy today, I'd found it down the back of my dresser and I was in a rush as it was so I didn't have time to comb it through. I only hoped smoothing it down with my hands had done the trick.

    Pacing back and forth outside the skatepark, I continued to mutter under my breath and cursing Nate for being so late. It was now ten past seven! What's he been doing for ten minutes! I wasn't going to be very happy if he had stood me up. I'd cut short my party-date with Ki tonight, as well as sneaking back out of my house just to meet him this late at night. On a school night, might I add.

    All of a sudden I heard a high-pitched screech from behind me, and I jumped out my skin and spun around to see what it was. Nate had grinded his bike to a halt and his back tire, which had swung and skidded across the pavement, was the cause of the dreadful sound.

    He wore a cheeky grin at making such an entrance, but there was also a slight nervousness about his face. He looked the same as he always did; torn jeans, scuffed trainers and a baggy hoody over the top.

    “Hey Ally, you a'ight?” He asked, ducking his head so he could see under the fringe of the wig.

    I remembered my Irish accent as I said, “Yeah, fine. You just scared me, is all.”

    “Oh,” he breathed, pulling one of his infamous happy-go-lucky smiles. “Sorry 'bout that.”

    I then watched as his gaze slowly fell from my face and took in the dress I was still wearing, though I had traded the killer heels for my pumps.

    “Well don't I feel a little under dressed.” He mumbled, looking at himself as if he'd forgotten what he was actually wearing. “I feel like I'm gonna, erm...” He stopped, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

    “Gonna what?” I asked.

    He shrugged. “Gonna disappoint you. I hope you weren't hoping for me to have planned something showy. I just thought we were going to chill together.”

    I rocked back and forth on the balls of my feet, in a kind of anxious gesture. I didn't know whether it was the whole atmosphere of the night, but I was noticing that I wasn't doing a whole lot of acting with Nate, other than the accent that is. “I don't mind what we do.”

    He cleared his throat and nodded his head, the wind started to pick up as the sun continued to set and began ruffling his hair. He shifted forward on his bike and gestured for me to get on the back.

   I still wasn't a fan of travelling this way, but it was either hop on the back of his bike or walk. With my arms clinging tightly around his waist he then set off, not as fast as usual. Since there was no one chasing us, we could take our time.

    “Where are we going?” I asked him, having to shout into the wind.

    Nate glanced over his shoulder and gave me a wink. “You'll see.”

    I asked a few more times but he pretended he couldn't hear me and just concentrated on cycling. It was a further ten minutes before we reached our destination, and the sun had now completely disappeared leaving the sky unattended while darkness fell.