Bitten

Chapter Seventeen: Café.

Rosalie

The next morning I wake up surprisingly full of energy. I even wake up earlier than usual. It would be an understatement to say that my brain is in a total frenzy.

What am I going to wear? How should I even dress? Should I put effort into my makeup? Maybe I should borrow Alysa's flat iron! Oh my god, what if he doesn't even text or call or show up? But shit, what if he does?

These are just a few of the thoughts that pop into my head during my very, non-relaxing shower this morning. That and about 50 different conversations that will probably never happen. But hey, it's good to be prepared and have comebacks on hand in case things go south, right?

When I get out of the shower I study my closet for something to wear.

Fuck, I literally have nothing! Do I seriously only own jeans, knit sweaters, and t-shirts?

Still in my towel, I barge into Alysa's room to raid her closet for something that actually doesn't look like I come from a homeless shelter. No offense to the homeless of course.

"Jesus Rosalie, what are you doing?" Alysa's groggy voice croaks from under her covers.

I don't bother answering and instead, go straight to her closet.

"Shit, it's only 8 am, why are you up, number one, and number two why in the hell are you in my room?" She asks utterly annoyed.

"Ugh!" I huff looking through the thick layer of shirts hanging in her closet.

"Because, I'm going on a date this afternoon and I have absolutely nothing to wear!" I hiss.

Suddenly she looks intrigued.

"I'm sorry, am I dreaming? You have a date?" She asks raising a suspicious brow.

"Well, gee thanks. And to answer your question, yes I do indeed have a date," I say rolling my eyes.

She sits up quickly.

"Okay? Well, it's not that I don't think you are perfectly capable of getting a date, it's just that I wasn't aware you were talking to anyone. Well besides Andrew anyway, but he's-"

I shush her. Andrew is the last thing I want to talk or think about right now.

"I mean, I'm not really even sure if it's a date... we are just like hanging out. But I still wanna look nice," I say still not answering her question.

I know she will judge me.

"Well I could help you," she starts. I look over at her intrigued. "But I'd have to know who this mysterious date is first."

I sigh.

I can't help but smile just thinking of him. Fuck I'm being such a girl.

"What if I told you it was Tiberius.."

Her face immediately falls.

"Rosalie... I thought you weren't going to talk to him anymore? What about all of that stuff you told me?" She asks.

"I know, I know, okay? But you don't understand how I feel when I'm around him, Alysa. He just makes everything feel so small. Like nothing else matters when it's just us. And I really like that," I say honestly.