Meant To Be | B.S

Chapter 4

I stood under the shower, soaking in the warm water. For once in a long time, I felt excited for something. Dylan took my happiness away, completely, the little I had left.

Brad seems different; the way he smiles is so genuine. Only time will tell though, I'm not going to be so easy this time: not again.

I shook the thoughts away as I turned off the shower. I reached for the soft pink towel and wrapped it around my rather petite body. I grabbed another towel and patted my hair slowly.

All at once, I felt a wave of emotion come over me. Everything was moving in slow motion; terribly slow. I reached for my glasses and put them on.

I stared into the mirror, my chest began to heave as my breathing became rigid. I shut my eyes and tried to set my breathing whilst my hand roamed through the drawer reaching to my inhaler.

I inhaled the ventoline and set my breathing: my anxiety was back. It's been better than it was a few months ago, but I wasn't safe either.

"There's no way I can tell anyone," I said to myself. Everybody's been treating me like I'm made of China, nobody would let me leave the house if they knew.

I shook it off and walked into my room. I let my brain wander on what I was going to wear. I moved towards my drawer, and rummaged through the different tops.

I decided on a light yellow crewneck; it would compliment my complexion quite well. I threw it over my head after putting on some underwear.

Corresponding, I put on a pair of Mom Jeans. They were high waisted and hugged my curves religiously. I decided to tuck in my sweatshirt, letting it baggy around the waist line.

Throwing on my clothes I began singing the lyrics to 'Diana'. "Diana, let me be the one to lift your heart up and save your life," I sang lightly to myself.

"You don't even realise, baby you'd be saving mine," I heard another voice making me jump.

"God damn it Nathan!" I said turning around, putting my hand on my heart, "Ever heard of knocking?"

"That's no fun is it?" Nathan winked at me, walking into my room and closing the door behind him. I chuckled, "I'll try that the next time you have a girl over."

Nathan rolled his eyes before sitting down onto my bed, "Are you and Nick going out tonight?"

I took in a breath, "Actually, I'm going on a date." Nathan knew about Dylan and the way things ended, he was going to be protective over this but it was okay.

"Are you okay?" Nathan asked. I was surprised he didn't say anything else. "Yeah, I'm fine. I can't be afraid of boys because one was a douche."

"As long as you're happy princess," Nathan stood up and wrapped his arm around me. I was around 5'4 and he was about six feet tall, it was a very comforting hug.

We stood there in silence, his hand rubbing my back as his chin rested on my head. "I love you, Carter," Nathan left a kiss on my head before releasing the hug.

"I love you too," I breathed. Nathan grabbed the door knob and left the room. Something told me that this wasn't about Dylan but something else: Dad.

I decided I would put on some make-up. I didn't over do it, I never did. A light layer of foundation and concealer; filling in my eyebrows and adding mascara - that was my make-up look.

Regarding my hair, I already had a ton of voluminous, natural waves. I figured I'd curl the front a bit; making everything look more put together.

I didn't really need a bag; I grabbed thirty dollars and my phone and put them in my pocket. I figured I'd wait downstairs but I noticed Noah was in his room.

"Hey Noah, what are you up to?" I said smiling, opening his door wider, catching a glimpse of mum. "Oh! Hey mum, I didn't know you were in here."

"It's alright sweetheart, where are you off to?" My mum asked as she caressed Noah's hand.

"I'm going to Mitch's diner," I said. I knew she wouldn't believe me if I told her with Nick: we never go out on a Saturday.

"With a boy?" My mum perked an eyebrow.

"We're just going out mum," I rolled my eyes chuckling. No, my mum doesn't know about Dylan and I plan to keep it that way - for as long as I can.

"Have fun sweetheart," My mum smiled at me. As if on cue, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

Brad:
I'm outside x

I smiled to myself and trottled down the staircase, racing myself to the front dor, excitement rushing through me.