Not What I Expected

Chapter Three

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After hungrily picking at my half chicken, I fell back onto the bed. I rubbed my stomach feeling too full to get up or do anything. After a short while, I managed to force myself up and start unpacking the groceries and putting them in their places. The fridge was a bit small, but it would have to do.  I took a cool bottle of water out and shuffled my way back to the wardrobe.

I sat down on the beige carpet and rummaged through yet more of my clothes. I put each type of clothing in a separate section, and aligned my collection of shoes at the bottom. Finishing, I stood up and took a step back, grinning at how bloody organised I had been.

Time flew by as I continued unpacking my suitcases making my room look more 'homely'. I chose two photographs of my family and stuck them in a photo frames, putting one on my desk and one by my bed. Before I knew it, it was time to get ready for dinner with Skye.

I went over to the full length mirror in the wardrobe and sat down on the stool provided. I lightly put on some mascara, a little blush and a dab of nude lip gloss. I tied my long hair in a messy bun and wore a simple mid-thigh length black dress, NOT slutty, but perfect for a little night out at a restaurant. I chose my gold wedges to wear and it looked nice with my dress.

I grabbed my phone and my clutch bag and headed out to the main door of my building where I'd meet Skye.

I saw Skye's eyes grow in size as I approached him, and I swear I saw him blush a little. I looked down at my feet and moved closer to him.

"Hey Skye." I gave him a small hug. 

"Hey," he looked me up and down. "You look beautiful."

It was my turn to blush. "Thanks. So where are we off to?" I decided to change the subject before we both made it more awkward for both of us.

Skye coughed again. I smiled when I remembered he said that he was recovering from a cold.

"I thought we could go to this place which serves amazing Italian food. Let's get a taxi."

We arrived outside the restaurant, and after refusing me to pay at least half the travel fare, Skye led me up the stairs to the small but cosy interior. The restaurant was made to look like it was built on a tree.. hence the name 'The Treehouse'.

We walked in and I was amazed at how such a small restaurant was so busy, filled with people our own ages! The smell was so good, I could feel my own mouth salivating. To my surprise when we arrived, a waitress mentioned that the rest of 'our group' were already there and they were waiting for us to arrivebefore ordering.

Panic flashed in my eyes, and I knew Skye felt it, because he looked at me, and squeezed my arm.

"Hey, it's okay. You look gorgeous. It's  just a few friends of mine. They are harmless, and they really wanna meet you." Before I could think of an excuse he took my hand and we approached a table with four other guys. My jaw opened as I looked at them. They were all HUGE. Not fat huge.. but I swear they had muscles in every single part of their body! Was it even possible to have so many good looking boys around the same table, and weirdest of all.. could they really want an average looking girl like me sitting with them? Come on!

I felt my breath escape me when my eyes lingered over one particular boy. No offense, but he looked even better than Skye and I thought that was impossible. His skin was moderately tanned, as though he had just come home from a scorching holiday.  His eyes were deep brown, and his facial features were perfect. Even his lips. His lips were lightly pink and full and... did I say perfect? He had light stubble on his face which I would have loved to touch. His hair was even perfect! It was long enough to be messily styled with some of it hanging in his eyes. I could have sworn my heart skipped a beat when his eyes locked onto mine. Did I just really think about him like I was being turned on? Oh god.