TRIPLE THREAT

9. FED UP

REMI

I finish getting ready in a pair of blue jeans, a pink tank top with a gray cardigan over it and gray Sperry's. 

My hair is still nice and curly and my make up looks decent. Travis called a few minutes ago, saying he's on his way. 

I call Audrey and she tells me which dresses she saw and which one she picked out. I end the conversation when there's a knock on my door.

I straighten out my clothes and go answer the door. 

Travis's 6'2, lean body towers over me when I invite him in. He loos good in his dark jeans and polo collared yellow shirt. The waves in his hair are on point and he's smiling at me, with those perfect white teeth.

...And I look basic. In my basic jeans and cardigan. Now I'm even insecure about our little place. 

I should have never invited him in. Oh gosh! This is so embarrassing. 

"You look nice, Remi." He compliments. It's hard to accept his compliment, but I do anyways and compliment him too. 

"You look good yourself." 

He chuckles cockily. "I try, I try." 

I laugh at him as we head out the door. We walk up to a green Jaguar. I frown and stop walking. 

"That's your car?" I ask him. 

He also frowns. "Yeah. Why? You don't like it?" 

"No, no-"

"Really? 'Cause I think it's sweet." He cheeses. 

"No, Travis. I didn't mean it like that. Your car is awesome. Too awesome! How did you afford this?!" I beam. 

"Thanks. And don't worry about that, girl. Just know yo' man got it like that." 

I arch an eyebrow at him. "My man?" 

He continues to grin. "Yeah, that's what I said." 

He opens the car door for me, like a true gentlemen and we drive down the street while butterflies storm all around my stomach. 

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"That was sooo good!" I beam and laugh while Travis and I walk out of the theater room.

"Yeah, that was crazy." He says. We just finished watching No Good Deed and I enjoyed it a lot.  

Travis puts his hand over his stomach and turns to me. "Wanna go grab a bite? I'm starving." 

"Okay," I smile up at him. We walk to the food court perfectly fine, until Travis drapes him arms on my shoulder. The butterflies in my stomach are going crazy. Literally. 

We order a pizza and I pick a table or us to sit. Just sitting across from Travis's beautiful face is a lot for me. 

I bet the people around us are thinking, "What is a gorgeous boy like him, doing with such an average girl?" I'll have to say, I agree with them. 

Travis is way out of my league. 

"So, Remi, you were born here?"

I nod. "Yup, born and raised. You?" 

He shakes his head no. "Nope. Grew up in Georgia. Moved here last year." 

We sit there and talk about anything and everything, not paying attention to the shoppers walking back and forth past us.