It was a message from Scott.
"How the hell did he get my number!?"i ask Chevelle.
"I might have given it to him while you fed Bee..."
I glare evily at her.
She squeals and dives under her bed sheets.
Sometimes, shes like that lost little puppy with big, pleading eyes...and other times shes like a cunning, sneaky seagull!
Inside, Im thrilled that he has my number.
But I have to hold strong and not show anyone that I'm possibly in love.
But, I kinda like him... alot.
And im 100% certain he likes me alot too...
Especially since I read his text message:
Hey Skye. I was thinking...maybe you wanna go to a resturant tonight? Ill pick you up at 8. Wear something gorgeous! Like always x
Ps. I like your hair straight ;)
I squealed happily. And replied: Wear a red shirt, im a sucker for Italian too...:)
Chevelle came out from under her bedsheets and looked up at me.
"Who was it?"
"Dont act clueless, seagull."
"Huh? Anyway, what did he say?"
"None of your business. Oh, by the way, he is picking me up at 8."
"Okay. I have an...um...meeting at 7:30, so, ill cya at 10ish!"
"Dont leave now though. I need help with something..."
"What?"
"I have to make sure no-one sees us together! Itll ruin the bet, plan, and the spa!"
"Dont worry. Already sorted it out. Your not allowed to know. I promised the boys- I mean Scott. I promised Scott i wouldnt spill the beans!"
I roll my eyes, obviously she was planning everything before I even had a chance.
I turn to face out the window, leaving my phone by my doggie teddy.
I see Scott out there, cleaning up the stables.
He looks up admirly at my windows.
He smiles when he sees me staring back.
"Oh yeah. By the way, were staying at home tommorrow for dinner. Mom said shes barely seen us at all."
Scotts Head:
' Shes already fallen for me. Ill see if its for definate. I love her... '
