Crush

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Cami-

It was late when I rolled over and checked the time. Wow. Ten o'clock and my mom hadn't been in to wake me. I reached for my phone on the charger and looked to see if Clay had messaged. There was nothing. I didn't know what to say so I didn't text him either.

Grabbing some shorts and a t-shirt, I made my way into the bathroom for a quick shower and then headed downstairs for some breakfast.

"Well, look who finally decided to grace us with her presence this fine Sunday morning." My dad smiled from his recliner where he was reading the Arts & Style section of the paper.

I bent and kissed him on the cheek. "Morning, Dad. How are you today? Did you enjoy your band fundraiser last night?"

"I'm good and we had a great time. The people in the hotel really loved the jazz performance, and we raised a lot of money. I'm pleased we live in a town that appreciates good culture."

Copper City certainly did cater to the arts. I felt like he and Mom were really happy here. It was definitely their dream place to live.

"I'm so glad. That's awesome. I'm going to grab some breakfast. Where's Mom?"

"She stayed up late helping with clean up after the banquet so I let her sleep in."

That explained why she hadn't been in this morning. I went to the cupboard and pulled out a bowl before getting a box of cereal off the counter and taking it to the island bar.

I was munching away when I felt my phone vibrate. I stiffened. Chances were this was either Clay or Hunter, and I was afraid to look, feeling nervous about hearing from either of them. I glanced at the text.

Nice day 2day. Wanna grab some lunch & eat @ the park around noon?

I smiled, letting out a sigh of relief. It was Hunter.

Sure. Sounds fun.

Gr8. Can I get UR address?

I texted it back to him with a little smiley face.

Awesome. C U in a bit.

Nervous butterflies danced in my stomach. I quickly finished my last few bites of cereal and hurried to my room.

"Where are you going in such a rush?" Dad called.

"I have a lunch date!"

"With Clay?"

"No. His name is Hunter Wilder. He's new. I'll tell you more about him after I'm ready."

"Okay. I want to meet this kid before you leave with him."

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, Dad." My dad was totally the overprotective father type. I knew he trusted me, but I was a little worried about what he might think of Hunter.

Yes, I'd been out a few times with guys other than Clay, but they tended to be more of the studious variety, or they were music and drama students—people who my dad would instantly approve of. He'd even let me go with one of his students from the college. I'd never dated anybody in the hot guy category of Hunter, though. It would be interesting to see if he said anything.

I raided my closet and drawers, finally deciding on a pair of tiny jean shorts and a cute square-cut tee with cap sleeves in a bright, cheery yellow. I carefully applied my makeup and then got my hot iron and painstakingly worked on my hair until my curls were bone straight. I pulled it back into a trendy-styled ponytail, and added some gold hoop earrings before slipping my feet into some matching yellow sandals that laced up my calves.