Chapter 15

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That's what Ariel wears on her date with Ian:D ->

*Ariel Collins*

As soon as I got home, I run quickly towards Ollie's room and barged in. I didn't bother knocking since I knew she was alone and when she saw me she grunted and sat up from her bed.

"I have a date!" I squealed happily as she stared at me buffled. "Huh?" She shuffled her hair slightly.

"Ian! He's taking me on a date!" I yelled and started jumping up and down on her queen size bed. Soon enough, when all the information sank in she joined in my jumping and hugged me tightly. 

"Go take a shower, quickly!" She said excitedly making me snap out of my thoughts and do as she says.

Taking a long shower, I shaved my legs and washed my hair carefully. When I got out, I wrapped a towel around my body and started applying different masks for the face. I wanted it to be soft and had it's usual paleness. After that I brushed my teeth really slowly to make them as clean as possible. Later I sat in front of my closet, shuffling through my clothes. 

"Ollie! I need some help over here!" I yelled from my room, hoping she'd hear me. It took her five minutes to burst through my door with a bunch of clothes in her hands. "What are those?" I asked raising my eyebrows. 

"A bunch of my clothes. We'll try to pick up something very nice for you tonight." She dumped her clothes on my bed and then placed her hands on her hips. "Do you know where he's taking you tonight?" She asked tapping her black fingernail on her chin.

I bit my lip and shook my head. Sitting down on my chair I looked desperately at all the sprawled clothes and Ollie's constant movement from the bed towards the closet and back. After she made me change like twenty outfits we both settled in a pair of black ripped skinny jeans and a vintage looking shirt. To be honest, I hated vintage looking shirts but since Ollie decided I that it looked good on me, I DEFINITELY had to wear it with no objections. Passing me her kind of high creepers, I slipped them on with a grunt. As you can guess I hate creepers too. But I wouldn't refuse now, Ollie was the best when it came to clothing and relationship advices.

Sitting me down on the chair, Ollie started straightening my hair painfuly slowly, trying to get every piece of hair flat. After that she applied my make up which was included by a shade of light gold and black eyeliner. She also put on my lips a cute pink lip gloss that just made my lips twinkle.

When I looked over at the clock, I saw it was already seven. 

"Oh my god, I'm late!" I squeaked and grabbed a random bag, throwing my purse, phone and keys inside.

"Go have fun and take condoms with you!" She laughed while I gave her the finger on my way out. When I was a few feet away from school, I downed my pace to a walk and looked around for anything suspicious. My eyes slowly landed on a blue bike with a guy on top.

Mr. Gorgeous Saunders. 

He was smiling at me and waved over for me. As I walked closer, I started taking in his appearance. His hair was a bit combed this time and he was wearing jeans a white jumper and his usual leather jacket.

"Shall we go?" He offered, getting on the bike and passing me the helmet. I rolled my eyes at the sight of it but slid it in my head nonetheless. When I got on my seat behind him, I wrapped my arms around his waist and clutched his shirt, making him chuckle.

"Where are we going?" I mumbled quietly and rested my helmet on his back. He seemed to stiffen for a second but then he relaxed again and turned on the engine.

"Movies. But out of town. You'll see." He smiled at me and started driving with insane speed.

I tried really hard not to smack his head and yell at him to stop driving so fast but instead I kept quiet and decided to enjoy the ride. It took us almost an hour to go to another part of the city where I knew nothing about, but he obviously did, because he took me to a nice outdoor movie theatre. Even though we didn't have a car, there were a few benches we could sit on at the front and then there was a parking lot for the cars.

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