Dinner Dramas

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Chelsea's POV

It was 5:32 which means I had just under 30 minutes to get ready for dinner with Ben.

Ben was sweet enough, he was kind, thoughtful and humorous. He was kind enough to invite me.. a not so complete stranger to dinner with him and what I would assume are his friends.

The only thing I was worried about was worried about was the boys they looked nice and all but Ben had warned me when they were approaching us last night. They were pushing and shoving as they walked through, and I don't like seeing the sight of rough play in front of me. Although.. two of them seemed polite and actually stopped fighting off the others when they reached Ben.

One of the boys had brown, short, spiked up hair, brown eyes like me , he looked about 19 maybe 20 years old and about 6feet.

The other boy had short, light brown hair also spiked up, brown eyes that sparkle in the light, he looked about 17 or 18 and about 5Foot 10.

*stomach grumbles*

I hope they had something good cooking because I was absolutely starving, I hadn't eaten anything since lunch in case i spoiled my free dinner.

I had put my dressy, low cut shirt on and black cardigan on top. I was wearing a navy blue, thigh skirt which clung to my legs with tights underneath. For shoes I was wearing my shiny, black high heels. I applied neutral make-up to my face and put in a pair of golden hoops.

"Crap it's 5:40 I need to leave now!" I panicked out loud. Grabbing my black handbag and leaving the house.

Since I was quite poor I had no car so I had to walk, Ben had told me that it wasn't very far away from where I lived so that came in handy.

I felt the wind blowing in my curled hair, the wind in my face was refreshing as I had been stuck in a stuffy, old crappy room.

I continued to walk when I heard a snap, I panicked and looked around me for and signs of a person following closely behind me, as I began to panic even more I looked down at my feet to a twig,a twig which had been snapped in half from my heels, I felt a wave of relief fill my body and I began to continue my walk.

My stomach tells me to go to Chicken Treat and get a small box of chips but my head refuses to eat unless it is at Ben's dining table.

I quckened my pace then realised I didn't know the address, I took out my phone and looked in notes for it.

I remember adding it in there when he told me, I copied the address into the navigation system on my phone and it came up with directions.

I walked passed many houses, looking for the right one. I came to a nice house with light grey walls, it was a gorgeous sight with the orange lights on outside, making the house glow. I walked up to the door and gathered every bit of confidence I had.

"No! You can't! You can't just do this! I bet you don't even feel the same as I do!" I heard a loud muffled arguement coming from in the house.

"I do man! She is probably closer to my age anyway!" muffled yells were increasing in anger.

"Dude! What the hell has that got to do with anyth-"

I couldn't take it anymore, I knocked on the door and immediately all angry voices were replaced with quiet and frantic voices.

Footsteps were approaching the door. I prayed that I was at the right house.

'I bet you don't even feel the same as I do' the words repeat in my head.. over and over and over again

Soon enough the big brown door was being opened by an overly excited Ben. He smiled and beckoned me in.

"Hey, so how was your day?" he said as happy as his facial expression looked.

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