It's Complicated

12. Giving a Chance

12. Giving a Chance

I paused in front of the mirror, checking myself out. I'd decided to curl my hair tonight even though it took me forever and it never lasted for longer than 2 hours. I was wearing skinny jeans and a cute, striped T-shirt. I'd paired the outfit with my favorite flats and purple sling to add some color. I had to admit I was looking pretty good today.

My phone buzzed, making me jump in surprise. I'd gotten a text message.

"Hey beautiful! Ready to have a great time? ;)" Allen had sent.

"I better have a great time after I spent an hour curling my hair!" I sent back.

"You curled your hair!? You hate curling your hair!"

"I know. So tonight better be worth it!"

I put on some mascara, eyeliner, and a dark brown eyeshadow before walking downstairs. I checked my phone for the time - 5: 38. Allen would be here any minute.

My phone buzzed.

"Are you ready? I'm waiting outside," Allen had sent.

"I'll be out in a sec," I responded, fixing my hair and straightening my T-shirt. I walked out of my house quietly, trying to not get my family's attention. If they found out I was going out with Allen tonight, I would never hear the end of it.

Allen's red car was waiting in my driveway. He was leaning against his car, waiting for me. His eyes widened when he saw me. He stood up straight. I walked to him nervously.

"You look beautiful," he said in a hushed voice.

I smiled. "Thank you. You're not looking too bad yourself."

Allen was dressed in jeans and a purple Polo. For some reason, I find guys who wear polos irresistible. He looked hot. Beyond hot. Like drool worthy. Then, I noticed a bruise on the side of his face.

"Can't stop staring, huh?" he asked with a smirk, making me blush and glare at him at the same time.

"I wasn't staring at you. I just zoned out..."

"If you say so," Allen said, not seeming to believe me.

"Shut up. What happened to your face?" I got into the passenger seat. He sat in the driver's seat.

"Um, nothing..."

"Tell me!"

"I got into a small fight with someone..."

"What! Why?"

"It's no big deal," his voice pleading for me to drop it.

"Okay..." I said, letting it go.

He flashed me a thankful smile.

"So what movie are we watching?" I asked curiously once he started driving.

"The Vow," he responded with a smile.

"The Vow? You want to watch The Vow!?" I started laughing hysterically. Allen looked at me in confusion.

"What's so funny?"

"Well, first of all, you're a guy. Most guys I know do not want to watch The Vow. Second of all, you're Allen Marshall: the sexiest, most dangerous player of all time. I did not see that coming!"

"So you think I'm sexy, huh?" he asked with a wink.

I groaned. "Slip of the tongue."

"Oh, hey. No problem. You can tell me I'm sexy whenever you want."