Story Of A Girl

Ch 12

By the time I got back to the apartment I was out of breath from the anxiety and fear of being seen and recognized. I kept an eye out for any other posters with my face on it throughout the streets and luckily I hadn't found any. Hopefully, the police weren't taking it that serious and would forget all about it. I couldn't even begin to imagine how I would explain that to Cole.

I stopped in the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water when the front door swung open revealing Cole and his diseveled face. I almost dropped the glass in my hand thinking he'd seen one of those God-awful flyers of me hanging somewhere around town.

"Is something wrong?" I managed to ask in a small uncertain voice.

"Yeah, my damn ex Alana," he huffed through gritted teeth.

"Oh," I almost exclaimed from relief as I felt my body instantaneously relax while my muscles lost tension and a breath escaped my still lungs.

"She thinks that just because she's invited to the wedding that we should go together like "old times" and that it'll help make things less awkward for Ashley," he continued ranting, "Like as if I'd want to go with her! I mean she was only invited because the invites were sent out while we were dating and Ashley is too nice to say "you're not invited any more." Damn this girl is so self-centered and thinks everyone loves her! News flash! No one does!"

I tried to refrain from laughing as I listened to him complain but it was so hard to resist that I let a chuckle slip and he glared at me with wild eyes.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing," I put my hands up in surrender but he continued to glare at me, "It's just you sound like a girl."

At that his cheeks flared up in red and I couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or anger. "I do not!"

"Well you definitley complain like one," I smiled in hope to ease the mood.

"Yeah, how?" he demanded a little less fiercely and I could tell he was already beginning to clam down.

"News flash!" I mimicked him.

He smiled realizing what he had said. "You know I can start making you pay me rent, so if I were you I'd just agree with me," he joked allowing his own smile to form.

With that I decided to go along with him and in my best spoiled rich girl impersonation I continued, "Like oh my God, Alana is such a bitch, like can you believe her? Ugh I can't even!"

Cole burst out laughing at that. "Anyway, the stupid rehershal dinner is tonight and I was just wondering if you would want to go with me?"

"Yeah, sure it sounds like fun," I smiled hoping my cheeks weren't turning pink. The fact that he was trusting me to attend such an important dinner with his family had definitely meant something to me, I just didn't know what exactly.

"So it's a little formal, and I'm assuming you didn't really bring any dresses in that backpack of yours," he stated and I shook my head no as he continued, "Well I doubt you really want to wear one of Ashley's hammy downs, so I can call up Stacy and we can go shopping or something."

"Oh, no it's completely fine, I don't mind wearing something of Ashley's," I said almost a little too impatiently knowing I only had limited money and didn't not want to risk getting caught in public with those damn flyers around.

"Please, I insist! I'll even pay! You wouldn't even be going if it weren't for me," he persisted and pouting his lip and making his eyes bigger than usual. It was a look you just couldn't say no to.

"Fine," I huffed blowing the hair out of my face and crossing my arms.

"Yay! I'll go call Stacy!" he cheered pulling out his phone and walking into the kitchen dialing her number.