My Bro's Hot Friend

Chapter IV

AN: I'm literally watching iCarly as I'm writing this so if there are any mistakes, just tell me lol

When I got home, that afternoon I didn't know how to process what had just happened. I threw my backpack on my bed and went to the bathroom. I looked at myself. My hair was a mess even though it was perfect this morning. And no one said anything to me about it. I combed it and looked at myself. I didn't think I was pretty. I don't think people ever thought that about themselves, but my self-esteem was really low, even to a regular teen. And in those days, when I'd wake up and think I looked alright, I'd get home and think about all the other girls that were way prettier than me and feel horrible about myself. 

Today wasn't one of the days I thought I looked acceptable. I looked a mess. And I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that Zack had seen me today... My skin was oily, my hair was alright right now, but only because I had just combed it because it had been awful all day and no one had the decency to warn me about it. There were dark circles under my eyes from staying up late listening to my favourite bands and watching my tv-shows. Nothing that couldn't be solved with a bit of make-up, right? Wrong. I didn't know how you put that shit on, and if I tried, I'd look like a freaking clown. Yes. I know, it's sad for a seventeen-year-old to not know how to put make-up.

So I washed my face and headed off to my bedroom again. In exactly ten minutes, Zack would be waiting for me at the end of the block. I didn't know why a guy like him would even want to go out with something like me. He was hot and popular, and I was like... Average... At most. He was like a 10 and I was a six on my good days.

I was wearing my black Levi's, a white cropped top and a Levi's denim jacket. Yes, I know, I have a bit of an obsession with Levi's, yes, I need help, but oh well, don't we all? I had my white Reebok shoes on with their laces inside the shoe. I hated to tie laces every time I put on sneakers, so, most of the times, my laces are inside them, and not tied, which is something that kind of describes my style. I like to call it the "Fuck it" style. Its basically not caring about what you look like since you know that you'll look like shit anyway.

He texted me and I didn't take long to come downstairs and head out. When I walked up to his car, I had no idea of where we were going to go. He greeted me with a kiss on my forehead and smiled at me, which made my heart skip a beat. I got into the passenger seat, right next to him.

"Where are we going?" I asked, a bit anxious. I didn't know Zack very well, and he kind of had the reputation to just want to fuck girls and then ghost them. I didn't want that to happen to me... I had fallen in love once. With a guy that was kind of like Zack... Things didn't end up well as he ended up cheating on me. And I was so depressed that I stopped eating for three or four days... It was tough and I hadn't really trusted anyone ever since. I was to scared to fall in love again as I knew I'd get hurt. Since then, I had just been sleeping around, making sure I wouldn't make the same mistakes again and start a relationship. 

"Have you ever been bungee jumping?"

"Wha... No..." that put my heart racing. What the actual fuck? Why did he ask that for? Where did that question come from? I could only hope he hadn't planned a bungee jumping session or something...

"Yeah, me neither."

"Are we going bungee jumping?" I asked completely terrified. I hated heights.

"No, but it'd be fun, don't you think?"

"I have vertigo..."

"Well, that's a shame" he shrugged.

"But where are we going?" I insisted.

He just smiled.

"Do you like fireworks?"

"Well... Are you going to tell me where we're going or..."