Carter.

9.

The rest of the day went pretty normal. Grayson found me in later in the day and we agreed he is going to pick me up around 6.

I'm currently in my room working on homework, it's about 5. I told Em and of course she basically jumped up and down and 'so told me so'.

I finish my homework up and start to get ready. I don't really know what we're doing... I guess I'll dress for a casual date? I still cannot believe I'm going on a date with the best looking guy I've ever seen.

My hair is still curled from school this morning so I just touch my makeup a little. I decide to wear just some high waisted dark blue jeans with a few rips at my knees, an oversized tan sweater. The sweater falls off my shoulder so I wear a thick strapped black bralette under it. I roll up the chunky sleeves a little and grab my white sneakers.

"Carter! Your BOY is here!" Emma sing songs from downstairs. She's more excited than I am.

Still I rush to the mirror to make sure none of my bruises are showing. Maybe I apply a little more mascara but it's totally not for Grayson. Ok, maybe it is.

I slip on my shoes and head downstairs. Emma has already let him in and is talking to him.

As soon as his deep blue ocean eyes reach me, his faces lights up. I can almost feel the warmth of him from here.

"You look beautiful." My heart actually stops beating I think.

I'm literally wearing jeans... I don't see the whole beautiful thing but okay.

"Thank you." That's the only respond my brain can form, it's not getting enough oxygen from my lack of breathing. Oops.

"Ready?" I just nod.

I grab my keys so Emma can lock the door if she wants and he grabs my hand. My whole arm tingles.

"You crazy kids have fun!" Emma calls out as she closes the door behind us. Weirdo.

Grayson swiftly opens my door for me and I climb in. He drives a really nice car. I don't know anything about cars, what so ever but I can just tell from the all black interior and high tech radio that it's expensive and fancy as hell.

As soon as he is sitting in the driver's seat, he grabs my hand. The way he does it just seems so natural, like he's been grabbing my hand for years. My heart beat picks up and I just pray my hand isn't sweaty at all.

"So where are we going?" I ask once while he backs out of my driveway, the radio playing lightly.

"Don't worry about that." He replies simply and starts to lightly hum along with the radio.

I don't know how to do this. How to go on a date. How to be normal. So this will be interesting....

"This is a really nice car." I try to ignore the fact that I still have no idea where he is taking me and act normal.

"Thanks, my dad bought me it for my 16th birthday." He replies simply.

"What type of car is it?" Not that whatever he says will mean anything to me... but I'm trying to act normal.

"Oh uh an M8 Gran Coupe." He looks over at me. I know I look confused. "A BMW." He explains further.

I think BMW's are expensive cars....??

"Well, it's really nice!" I nod with my words.

"Thanks!" Ugh this is so awkward.