Oh So Sweet Revenge

Chapter Three

This is split up into 2 chapters so it won't be extremely long :D Brett is to the right!

Maybe going sixty five miles per hours wasn’t such a good idea. Surely the Belford police would understand, right? I mean, it wasn’t everyday that Brett Collins asks you out!

A cheesy smile graced my face as I rushed through my front door, nearly knocking my mom over in the process.

                “Whoa, there,” she exclaimed, regaining her balance. “Who put that smile on your face?”

                “I have a date tonight with Brett Collins!” I said, proudly. This was the first time in years that I had plans on a Friday night so I believe my overexcitement was justified. My mom knew of my insanely large crush on Brett and screamed as we danced around the living room together. My cool, down-to-earth mom was back, if only for a moment.

“I’m excited for you honey!” she said, once we were done goofing off. “Now, get up there and knock his socks off!”

After a brief hug, I ran upstairs and got started right away.

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After my strawberry bath, I picked out my outfit and since Brett failed to tell me where we were going, I settled for something casual and flirty.

It was almost seven when I was completely finished. I glanced in the mirror to see if two and a half hours of prepping paid off. I was, sadly, disappointed.

My makeup was done but still didn’t cover up my facial flaws. Although, the green eyes that I inherited from my father did stand out thanks to the black eyeliner that I used.

My red hair was glossy and fell passed my shoulders in flawless curls. But, of course, it wasn’t as beautiful as Laura’s. Her bad hair days managed to look ten times better than my good hair days.

My outfit consisted of a red shirt that was cinched in the waist by a black belt, dark washed jeans and black pumps.

This outfit hid my love handles but I still felt insecure.

I shoved my thoughts out of my head and dug deep for an ounce of confidence.

Insecurity and high heels do not mix.

At six forty-seven, the doorbell rang and my heart started to race. While getting ready, my nerves were dormant but suddenly, they came flooding back.

Lord, please prevent me from vomiting on him. 

My mom called me downstairs and with wobbly legs, I went.

My heart was hammering. And I prayed to God, yet again, that my makeup wouldn’t sweat off my face before the date even started.

I reached my front door without any incident. There, standing like a GQ model was Brett.

He looked more handsome than usual. Instead of designer jeans and a Hollister t-shirt, he opted for a nice pair of black pants and a button down shirt.

                “Well don’t you two look nice!” my mom gushed. “Picture time,” she shoved me next to Brett, who was staring at me.

How did I know he was staring? Well, I was kind of staring back at him.

We both looked at the camera before the flash went off. Blushing, I grabbed his arm and started to walk towards his car.

                “Have her home by eleven!” she shouted after us.

                “Sorry for that,” I mumbled. He chuckled.

                “It’s fine. You look pretty, by the way,” I blushed.

                “You look great too,” We piled in the car when I decided to ask him the question that was bugging me.

                “Where are we going?” He glanced at me with a smirk.

                “Well, I decided dinner at my favorite restaurant and a walk down the beach would call for a great night.” He took his eyes off the road for a second to scan my face, probably looking for any signs of contempt. I smiled and told him that it sounded great.  

We rode in comfortable silence until he pulled up to a quaint looking restaurant. The sign said, ‘Buck’s Bistro’

                “It’s very homey in there. I think you’ll love it.” Brett exited the car and went around, opening my door.

What a keeper!

 We entered the restaurant and I looked around in awe. I had my doubts about a place named ‘Buck’s’ but my doubts went away as I took in the place.

It really was homey. The interior was brown with gold accents and the lighting was perfect. The waitresses looked friendly, like they loved their job, which was rare nowadays. A nice girl named Rhonda seated us by the window.

                “So, what do you think?” Brett smiled as he looked around. Honestly, I was shocked that someone like him would bring me here. Brett came from a world of caviar and fine wine… not a local restaurant named Buck’s.

                “It’s amazing. Thank you for sharing this place with me.” I smiled as we picked up our menus.

After our orders were taken, we lapsed into an awkward silence. Brett kept glancing at me while I tried to avoid looking at him.

                “Why did you ask me out?” I blurted, finally meeting his eyes. He looked taken aback and uncomfortable.

                “Do you not like the date? I’m sorry. I’m kind of nervous and I’m not sure about what to say. If you want me to take you home-” I cut him off.

                “Brett, I’m just curious as to why you decided to ask me out. I mean, I’m obviously not the highest person of the social ladder.” In fact, I was probably the lowest one on that damn ladder.

                “Well, like I said, I heard what you wrote about me in your diary. I find it cute that you wrote about me with such admiration yet you haven’t thrown yourself at me.”  

                “Good answer,” I laughed. “So, Mr. Collins, how about a game of twenty questions,”

While he ate his deluxe burger and I ate pasta with meatballs, we shared facts about each other. Apparently, Brett was a big fan of baseball; he was an only child and had a huge obsession with cars. I could’ve guessed that.

The date was getting better as we got more comfortable with each other. Maybe Brett wasn’t the snotty rich kid I originally thought he was.

READ ON FOR PART 2 PLEASE <3