Hate to Say I Told You So

Chapter Ten

"Belle, c'mon, we have to go." Ross hissed

Looking back, I saw my father stumbling after us, empty bottle in hand. Grabbing my arm, Ross half dragged me behind him, my father still behind us.

All of a sudden we ran through a city with twisting and turning alleyways. Ross made a quick turn, followed by another and pulled me into the closest doorway, looking behind us with every turn. Somehow I could run wearing flats. Ross made sure to hold me very close to him in the doorway, as if there we had a lot of wiggle room. Even in a dream he smelled of coffee. After a minute of my face against his chest and him breathing right onto my neck, he stuck his head out into the alley and looked both ways.

Opening the door, Ross pushed me in, following close behind. He looked all "badass" in a leather jacket, and even dream Ross wore wingtips. Still holding my hand, he wiped some of the dirt off of the window and peeked out. We reached some sort of a deserted warehouse. I had no recollection of what city we ran through or why we ran from my dad.

"We're clear." He said looking back and me and smiling. My stomach started doing back flips just at the sight of him.

Ross snapped me flat against him by the waist, and walked forward until I leaned up against the door. He looked at me smiling for a minute and then he kissed me. Things got heavy and his hand travelled-

...

I woke up to my mom shaking me awake before I could find out where his hands went.

"Isa, get up. We have a full day of appointment making ahead of us."

Drool pooled on my pillow. I guess the real me thought Ross looked better in that leather jacket than the dream me. Part of me didn't want to wake up. I wanted to know what would happen after the door situation. I wanted-

I darted up in bed and shucked off the blankets. I didn't want to know. I wanted Collin.

I threw on a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt and hurried down the stairs. I didn't hear either my father or Finn as I went down the stairs.

"They went hunting with Collin and Mr. Lang early this morning."

"Ah."

"Here, sit and drink this so you'll stop talking like a caveman." She held out a cup of hot coffee.

"Now I've already made appointments for your hair and make up so all we need is dress, shoes and jewelry." She clapped her hands with glee.

Glancing at the clock, I thought just after ten as far too early to have made those calls. The dream I had just woken up from troubled me. Why would I be dreaming about Ross? He would have kissed me. What would have happened if I hadn't woken up? I wanted Collin, right? I mean, I'd made my wish on Collin, so why had I dreamed about Ross? For a second time?

...

After an hour of shopping, I had everything I needed purchased. I had even taken a close up of my dress and sent it to Ross so he could match. I had seen a dress similar to the one I had been wearing in that first dream about Ross. I thought about trying it on, but then I remembered the dream and moved on.

I ended up picking a black, knee length dress that had the one shoulder look. Mom wanted to buy me new accessories for it, but I already had a set of gold jewelry to go with it. Even though we had everything we needed, my mom still insisted on buying lunch.

Sitting in the restaurant, she pummeled me with questions about Ross. What did he like? Did he treat me well? I scoffed as she asked if my dad would like Ross. Dad would never care about what kind of guy I dated like all the other dads did. Of course she had forgotten his name, but she remembered him after a moment.