The Dare - b.b

Chapter 24

[Skylar’s POV]

I had been on three dates with Max Parker. Three! I don’t know why he kept asking me out but he was a gentleman on every single date and he was always so nice.

Sometimes I think he flirts with the waitresses every once in a while but I think I’m just overreacting. This was going to be the fourth date and I was so excited.

He was bringing me to this fancy Italian restaurant and told me to dress nicely because this one was going to be “special”. I think he was going to ask me to be his girlfriend.

I was anxiously pacing in front of my mirror in my bathroom, running my hands up and down my sweatpants.

I know I had already been on numerous amounts of dates with this guy and I was a little more comfortable around him, but he was taking me somewhere fancy; somewhere expensive.

Hopefully he was finally going to tell me where this relationship was going.

I still wasn’t sure if we were ‘exclusive’ or if we were just friends. Oh god. What if he just thought of me as a friend and what if I didn’t? I don’t even know what I felt about this guy and I was already freaking about this relationship stuff! Maybe I should just lock myself in my room and never come out.

Yeah that sounds like a good idea… Suddenly someone banged on the door. “Skylar, open up!” I opened the door to find Beau’s steely eyes staring back at me.

I should probably backtrack and explain what happened between me and Beau after our heated make out session in the rain a few days ago.

I’ll tell you what happened; nothing. He apologized after a few more minutes of kissing – which I’ll admit, I wasn’t objecting to – and we got in his car and he drove me home.

And he hasn’t called me for four days. I haven’t talked to his since that day.

I haven’t been able to think of anything or anyone else. And I’ve wanted to kill him for it.

I slammed my bedroom door on him and yelled through the closed door, “Go away!” “I just wanted to say that I’m sorry!” Beau said, trying to open the door.

I pushed against the door, trying to keep him out but I wasn’t strong enough. He burst into my room, a wild look in his eyes.

“Beau,” I said, trying to stay calm and not scream at him, “Please get out. I need to change. Then, I’ll talk to you ok?” he nodded, backing out of my room and closing the door behind him.

I checked the lock on the door three times before changing into a beautiful dress.

I opened the door to let him back in and turned around to the mirror to put some finishing touches on my hair and makeup.

“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry,” Beau said, running his hands through his hair nervously, “I shouldn’t have kissed you.” He wouldn’t look at me, as though he was trying to focus on what he wanted to say.

“No, you shouldn’t have,” I said, agreeing with him. I absolutely loved the kiss and thought about it every minute of the day but I wasn’t going to tell him that. Nope, I was supposed to be going out with Max Parker.

I was not supposed to like my best friend who I have had a crush on since third grade. And he was extremely attractive. And his abs – Sky focus, I scolded myself.

Beau nodded, still not facing me and staring out the window, “I just – I just didn’t want Max to be your first kiss,” Beau said quietly. “And why’s that?” I asked him challengingly. Beau turned around to look at me and his eyes widened at my appearance.

“You look… you look beautiful,” he said before shaking his head as if trying to focus, “I just wanted the first person to kiss you to be someone who loves you.

Someone who really loves you,” he said. And at those words, he rushed forward pushing me up against my bedroom wall and pressing his lips hungrily against mine.

I responded immediately, running my hands through his hair and closing my eyes at the mesmerizing sensation of Beau’s lips moving against mine.

Beau liked me? Beau loved me? Maybe he just meant like a brother. But then why was he kissing me?

Thoughts swirled around my mind but I couldn’t make sense of them because my brain was being incoherent as Beau trailed kisses all around my neck, biting and nipping until he found the spot that sent shivers down my spine and warmth in my…downstairs area, if you know what I mean ladies. Beau wrapped his arms around my waist, pushing my body flush against his.

I found it weird that I was almost his same height, usually his mouth matched up with the top of my head but now, the top of my head was to his nose. Why was that again? Oh yeah, I was wearing high heels.

Why was I wearing pumps? I wondered to myself, enjoying the feeling of Beau rubbing his hands in small circles against my back. High heels, my dress, my date, oh my god, Max, everything came rushing back to me and I pushed Beau away from me roughly, our mouths making an awkward suctioning noise as they broke apart which I would have laughed at if I wasn’t so mad at him.

“YOU KNOW I’M GOING ON A DATE WITH MAX!” I screamed at him, shaking my fist in the air like a little old lady.

“I know,” Beau said, putting his hands up in the air in surrender, “I just couldn’t help myself,” he admitted quietly.

“Well, you’re going to have to help yourself. Max and I are getting serious and I don’t want to hurt him,” I said, avoiding Beau’s gaze.

I turned my back on him and watched myself in the mirror as I said the next words that were crushing my heart, “Maybe you should just leave me alone for a little while, Beau,” I told him, waiting for him to protest; waiting for him to throw things; waiting for him to fight for me.

But he did none of that. I heard him walk away and shut the door quietly behind him and I stared at my reflection in the mirror; I stared at the monster in the mirror.