Mending A Broken Heart

Chapter Twelve

Emily's Pov

"Where are we going in the first place?" I asked Valerie, still looking out the window at the tree we're passing.

"He told me not to say anything, so stop asking," Valerie said sternly, causing me to groan in frustration.

Honestly, all I wanted to do at this very moment is lay in my bed, watching a movie with a bowl of popcorn in my hands.

I would have succeeded with my plan if it wasn't for Valerie barging into my house and practically playing dress up like I was some barbie doll.

The entire five hours she was at my house, she forced me into so many dresses and re-did my make over and over again to match each dress.

When she decided on my dress, she was quick too drag me into my bathroom and doing my hair.
Even though I hated the dress she had chosen, I couldn't complain about my hair. She took about half an hour to straighten it and an hour to get it into perfect curls.

"Emily, we're here," Valerie said, making me turn my head to her, only for my eyes to land on Italiano, the most expensive Italian restaurant in California.

"Are you sure this is the place?" I asked as I looked at a grinning Valerie.

"Of course. Now get out," she said a little too loud for my liking.

"Are you that desperate for me to leave?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course. I'm going back to mine and Kyle's for a special night," she said with dreamily.

"Oh, so you're going to show off that little number you bought, aren't you?" I asked, trying to smirk, but all I could do is pull a face of disgust.

"Yes, now get out," she said, slightly pushing me.

"Okay, okay. Chill," I mumbled as I opened the door and got out. "How am I getting home?" I asked.

"He'll take you, now close the door," she said hurriedly, and I did as told.

I watched as she drove away, leaving me in front of the restaurant.

How do I even know who my date is?

I sighed as I entered the restaurant, immediately
gawking at the inside.

I couldn't help but feel a little lost, not knowing where to go.

"Emily?" I heard a familiar Spanish accent asked from behind me, making a small smile appear on my face as I turned around.

"Hey, Zander. What are you doing here?" I asked as curiously.

"I'm your date," he said with an adorable smile on his face as he took his hand from his back only too reveal a single, red rose.

I watched as he stretched out his hand, holding the rose for me to take, which I gladly did as a broad smile appeared on my face.

"Well, it's nice going on a date with someone I know," I said, causing him to chuckle slightly before taking my hand and leading me to an empty table with two chairs across from each other.

"So, how have you been since the last time I saw you," he asked as his eyes bore into mine.

"Good, I've been busy with work these past few days," I said.

"What work do you do?" He asked.

"I'm a wedding dress designer, and you? What work do you do?" I asked.

"Well, other than a dance instructor, I am a gym teacher at West Wood High," he said, and I couldn't help but smile at that.

"So, all you practically do is work out?" I asked, mentally palming myself at the dumb ass question.

"Something like that," he said, his brown eyes shining in the light.

"Good evening, my name is Mindy, and I'll be your waitress for the evening," I heard a high pitched voice say, causing me to snap my head in that direction.

I smiled slightly at the blonde waitress, receiving one back.

"Can I get you guys something to drink?" She asked as she looked between the both of us.

"I'll just have a Coke," I said as she jotted down my order.

"Make that two," Zander said, and the waitress walked away.

The rest of the evening was terrific. This was the first blind date, Valerie had set me up to where I didn't want to leave within the first ten minutes.

Zander and I talk through the entire dinner, and I couldn't help but somehow feel closer to him.

We have so many things in common; I'm surprised that we were the same person.

Once Zander and I had finally finished our dinner, he paid- even though I didn't like the idea he didn't care.

So now we are both sitting in his car, listening to the radio that was blasting Summer by Calvin Harris as I showed him the direction to my house.

Once we finally reached it, he insisted on walking me over to my door.

"I had a nice night, thank you," I said as I stared up at him since he was probably two inches taller than me.

"It was my pleasure. I would we would be doing this again sometime, " I said as he gave me a small smile.

"I hope so too," I said softly as I slowly leaned in and pecked his cheek.

"Thanks again, Zander," I said as I unlocked my door.

"Good night," he said as he started walking towards his car, waving at me and finally driving away.

I couldn't get rid of the smile on my face as I reached my bedroom, where I quickly stripped out of the dress and heels I was wearing and changed into a loose pair of sweat pants with an oversized t-shirt.

After quickly brushing my teeth, I crawled into my bed and laid there, staring at the ceiling.

It wasn't long after that that my eyelids started getting heavier, and I was consumed into darkness.