Saving The Ghost Of You ✔ [COMPLETED-Editing!!!]

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The drive back was a bit quiet mainly because I fake slept on the way. C'mon, don't judge me, I was beyond scared! Going to prom with Henry Simmons? Much less becoming his girlfriend? What if Henry was just toying with me? What if he just felt pity for me because I didn't have anyone taking me to prom? I mean, just a few weeks ago, I was literary a nobody and I was good at it. Nobody knew my name, I had no social life whatsoever and now, whole town knew who I was and thought I was crazy. I also had the most popular guy in town—who is also a massive bully—afraid to even breathe in my direction, the most popular girl in school calling me her best friend and the hottest boy in the world calling me his girlfriend? I mean, what the fuck?!

"Stop it."

I opened my eyes at that and found Henry staring at me as he drove. I couldn't help but notice how he drove with so much ease even when he sped past other slow vehicles. The muscles on his left hand flexed as he gripped the steering wheel making me acutely aware that he was no longer the skinny ghost-boy who first appeared to me on the school hallway. I had to distract myself from ogling him too much. "Excuse me if my exhaustion bothers you." I said as I faked a yawn. Nailed it!

"Desiree, another awful thing to watch—apart from that Kardashians show—is you feigning sleep for the last half an hour." Henry said.

C'mon, was I that obvious?

"I can't be your girlfriend!" I blurted out, totally going against my initial plan to ease into the conversation. Henry arched a brow and my heart skipped a beat. "I mean, I've never been anyone's girlfriend before but that's beside the point. You have been...absent for the last two years, basically, I'm the only girl you have interacted with in a very long time. You don't like me, you are only being nice to me because I saved your life. I'm not Dr. Phil but I think that shouldn't be the basis for a relationship." I said and waited. Henry went quiet for a long time and I held my breath. What was I doing? Why was I pushing the only guy who has ever even taken time to get to know me away?

"You are right Desiree, that shouldn't be the basis for a relationship." Henry finally said and I kind of died a little. "Liking someone should be and that's the thing Des, I want to be with you because I really really really like you. And not because of gratitude, pity or guilt."

Oh!

We were outside my house now, Henry stopped the car and fully turned to me. "You saved my life and I'm extremely grateful for that but I started liking you even before there was a possibility of me being saved or of us being together. I liked you because I think you are the funniest person I know and you have the cutest laugh. And also because you are very honest and caring and loyal and forgiving and—you have probably heard this a lot, because you have very beautiful blue eyes, a killer smile and your hair smells so nice and most importantly, you tolerate my lamest jokes."

I smiled.

"I can't help myself, sweetheart, I've fallen for you. And I know this started from the weirdest grounds any relationship ever should but I just can't let this go Des. I can't let you go..." The earnest look in his sweet eyes made me want to cry. That was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to me.

"You called me Des." I said quietly.

Henry chuckled then shook his head. "And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the only thing she got from everything I said!"

I laughed despite the tears. I suddenly felt at ease and excited at the same time. It was like I had always longed for him to say he liked me. Hell, I would have even settled for he likes cheese 'cause I liked cheese too. But this, this was way better.

"So, should I wear the blue tie next Saturday?" he arched his brow in that sexy way and how could I say no to that?

"Okay."