Slowly Fading

Your Ding Dang Sweet Talk

Cloe's POV

Fast forward a week and it's time for the date. My teachers have excused me from all my work and have decided that I should just skip the tests since was gone for so long and since report cards were due quite a while ago.

I have straight A's so they aren't placing me in summer school. I missed all the end of school parties and Bon fires, apparently so did Matt. Kayla told me that he would not leave my side, I gave him a peck on the cheek for that.

He said to dress up and I smile. He knows most people think fancy is overrated, so they go for casual, now casual is getting so used up, he's going for fancy. He did not tell me how fancy it was though.

So, I am trapped in a mindset of confusion while doing my hair. Should I wear the knee length backless black dress or the mid legged pink skintight dress.

The backless dress.

Definitely.

Kayla couldn't come help me because she needs to help clean her house. So I need to do my hair and lipstick by myself, do you know how hard that is?

Ok, it's pretty simple but we get the point. I finish doing my hair and placing the least amount of makeup as possible while still wearing some. I decide to wear my dress and look myself in the mirror.

The dress is gorgeous, just not on me, in my opinion. I think I look terribly fat in this dress, it looks tight even though it's loose and my shoulders look gross.

I was so caught up in hating myself in the dress that I didn't even notice Matt come in the room until he placed his head on my shoulder.

"I love that dress on you." He whispers in my ear and I almost roll my eyes. Is he reading my mind? He must be kidding. "Why did you have that disgusted look on your face when I walked in?"

"I look terrible in this gorgeous dress." I admit and he stares at me wide eyes.

"What in the world are you blabbing on about? This dress makes you look beautiful, even more then usual, nobody else can make this dress work. You look amazing," he pauses to kiss my cheek. "Now never think otherwise."

I blush and then look at the door while nodding. I hear the sound of a phone camera. I shoot my head up and look at Matt with my eyebrows raised.

"Why did you take a picture of me?" I ask and he smirks.

"So my Instagram can show you how amazing you look, and that will give me an excuse to kill everybody that hits on you, because you're mine." He says with his eyes getting darker. Oh gosh, was that hot or not?

"Not yours yet." I point out and he grabs me by my hips and pulls his lips closer to my ear, my breath hitches.

"Not yet you aren't, but soon." He whispers and I was about to kiss him then and there because, my gosh.

I just nod, not trusting my voice and he smirks again. I roll my eyes and turn to grab my shoes. In order to do that I'd have to bend down, knowing Matt he would probably do something inappropriate.

"Matt, grab my shoes." I order and he raises his eyebrows at me. "I know what you're going to do if I bend down."

He smirks, I then move to him and smack him lightly. "Stop smirking!"

He goes and grabs my shoes and hands them to me. "For you, your highness."

"Thank you, my good prince." I giggle while wearing them. "Oka, let's go."

He escort me out of the house and we get into the car.

He turns on the radio and I smile at the song that's playing, he makes a face but doesn't move.

"What's wrong?" I ask him, confused and curious as to why he made that face.

"I hate this song." He says in a voice just above a whisper and my eyes widen.

"I'm sorry, um we can change-"

"Don't even think of finishing that sentence I know that you like this song, I can tell by your smile, so you better keep playing cause even though I hate the song, I love your smile." I blush a crimson and slowly retreat my hand.

It seems as though we have pulled up at the spot, surprisingly quick if I may add. The place is close even though I have never heard of it before. The sign reads 'La Bella' in fancy letters. It looks like a very expensive place, judging on how the people walking in are dressed.

The men are wearing suits and the women are wearing what compares to prom dresses.

"You didn't tell me that it was this fancy! I would have dressed up more." I whisper as we get out of the car and he laughs then kisses me on the cheek.

"Don't worry, Clo. You look better then everyone, you light up the room." I have to keep my composure, even though I just want to melt.

"You and your ding dang sweet talk." He smiles, an actual genuine smile, and I stare at him with an even bigger one on my face. I love his smile, I'd rather see that everyday then his smirk, even though it is super cute at times.

"You're so gorgeous." He whispers and my eyes move to his.

"You and your sweet talk." I whisper and he lets out a slight laugh.

"Come on, we don't want to be late." He then takes my hand and I snap out of my thoughts. We walk into the restaurant and there is a hostess waiting for us.

My world freezes when I see her. The eyes, I could never forget them. That frightening stance. I could never forget that person, I don't know who ever would after what she did. Or at least what I thought she did. Tears form in my eyes as I try to contain my scream.

Everything that surrounds me stays still.