Love Game

Chap Seven: Dressing up.

I didn't know what to wear and as usual I was late!

Neal had said he'll pick me up at 8 and it was 7:30, already. I cursed in my head and then started scrolling through my clothes quickly.

Okay, nothing short or sexy. I didn't DO sexy. What was I going to do, now?!

I dished out my phone from my bag and called Yelena. My friend, my person.

"'Ello, my love." She said and I sighed, thank God, she picked up.

"Yelena! I need something sexy to wear." I said hurriedly and there was silence.

"Hello?" I said again and checked my screen. She was on.

"Are you unwell? What happened to you?" She asked me and I grunted.

"Do NOT start with me. Just temme if you have something?"

"Ha! You will drown in my shortest dress." She said.

"Are you trying to insult me?" I demanded, literally out of my head, now.

"No, just stating a fact. I'm like a goddamn pillar, Summer. You can't possibly fit in my clothes." She said and I sighed.

"Okay, I gotta go. Thanks for helping me, love you." I said and threw the phone from my ear.

It was inevitable, now. I was not going.

"You have reached Neal Metaxis. I can't come on the line now, please leave a message and I'll get back to you." Neal's deep and almost sexy voice-mail voice chimed in my ear.

"I'm not coming." I said and disconnected the call. No point in elaborating.

I was sitting on the sofa, munching popcorn and watching Criminal Minds when the doorbell rang.

I went and wrenched open the door. And then fell back with shock.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded. It was Neal! And he was early!

"I suppose you were supposed to be ready for a party but you supossedly forget that you were supposed to be ready." He said and then crossed his arms over his chest which snapped my attention from his supposed stupid question to how unbelievably handsome he looked. He was wearing a brisk white shirt and black jeans, which I should add hugged his lower body VERY sexily.

And again, I all but fell back in shock. Why was I thinking about how sexy Neal looked?! I mean, I didn't like him! I mean, I like him but not THAT way. So just where the heck were these thoughts popping put from.

"Stop." I muttered to myself and shook my head, once.

"Hey!" He said and snapped his fingers at me.

"Oh, um, didn't you get my message?" I asked him.

"Is this all I'm going to see?" He questioned back.

"What?" I demanded and I realized that I was wearing very small shorts with my dad's shirt on top. And I probably looked hideously hideous and that he shouldn't be seeing me, let alone seeing me like this!

"Your front porch. Is that all I'm getting to see?" He asked again and I finally understood what he meant.

"Oh, sorry. Come on in." I stepped away from the door and let him in.

"Now will you tell me what the message was all about?" He demanded.

What were we doing? Playing 20 questions? I so didn't want this right now. I was already depressed and Neal looking all sexy at me was making me even more depressed.