Hidden In the Knight

Chapter 7

As soon as we were in the car I turned to Blaire and narrowed my eyes, "Blaire! You left out a little information about today didn't you?"

Her father's head whipped around, "You withheld information!? How can I represent you properly if you don't tell them everything!?"

Blaire rolled her eyes,"Not that kind of information Dad. Information about India's date tonight."

"India, do you really think it is good for you to go out right now? Whoever did this, they could be coming after you next."

I hadn't really thought about me being a possible target. What if they were after my whole family? I am the only one left; an innocent sitting duck.

Right as I was beginning to regret saying yes and starting to panic Blaire piped up, "She'll be fine, Dad. I already saw her coming home safely."

He hesitated, "Fine, but you will be bringing some pepper spray. It will give me some piece of mind."

"I carry some in my purse," I assured him, "Thank you for allowing me to go out, sir."

"Stop with the sir, India. You are family. Just be careful, okay?" he looked at me in the rear view mirror and I nodded.

We pulled up to the house and all but ran to Blaire's room. I wasn't used to running the winding stairs and was out of breath.

"Okay, so what am I wearing Blaire? I mean like this is my first date, what should I wear and should I wear makeup? Do you have any? I brought a little, not much. I am so freaking nervous!" I said in one breath.

"Breathe. I saw you arrive home, so I know what you look like unless you change your mind... do you know where you're going at least?"

"Blaire. How will I know if I'm going to change my mind if I haven't decided anything yet?"

She giggled and shrugged as she turned to open up her closet. Apparently I was not wearing something that I had brought.

"I don't know where I'm going, just that he is picking me up at 7 at the bench," throwing my hands up in frustration.

She was sliding the hangers down the shelf, apparently not finding what she wanted, "We'll find you something that is good for anything then. Get your skinny jeans out of your bag please. So why isn't he picking you up from the house?"

"I know you don't like everyone knowing where you live and you weren't out there to ask, so I just told him the bench." I just shrugged, shuffling through my bag, wondering how she knew I'd packed my green skinny jeans. Sometimes she could be really scary with the details she knew.

"Oh, no. You must have him drop you off here. That is what I saw. It's the only way I know you'll come home safely, so I most definitely mind this guy knowing where I live," she sounded serious.

"If you say so... You know I didn't know you owned this many clothes, Blaire. It's like your closet is never ending." I'd never see her wear anything but jeans and a t-shirt or an embroidered flowing shirt with leggings in all the many years I'd known her.

She grinned, "Yeah, I don't wear like half of them, so you can wear whatever you want."

"Aha! What do you think of this, your green skinnies and some cute boots?" she held up a cream, lacy camisole with a blue jean jacket, shocking me.

"Who bought you that? That so isn't something you'd wear, but I love it!" I jumped up and took it from her to look at it in her full length mirror with the jeans. It was perfect.

"My aunt," Blaire rolled her eyes, "She obviously doesn't know me at all. She bought me the cute boots too. Too girly for me, but I thought you might like them."

She placed a pair of high heeled booties in front of the mirror too.

"It's perfect. Thank you!"

"As for your makeup, I'd say light makeup. I'll do your hair. Now try it all on together." She took a step back looking at me.

Excited, I hurried to the bathroom and tried it all on rushing back to her room to look in the mirror. I was shocked by what I saw. I actually looked super cute! I turned this way and that, seeing all sides of me. With all that was going on, it made me feel slightly more confident in myself.

"Girl! Look at you! Gorgeous! You clean up good!" Blaire smiled, looking as excited as I felt.

"Thank you!" I blushed.

"Sooo about that hair of yours..."

"What about my hair?" I said defensively.

"Do you trust me?" she asked, holding a pair of scissors.

"Uh yes, but not to cut my hair!" I exclaimed.

Rolling her eyes, she cut the tag off my new jacket.

"Oh."

"Do you really think I'd even dream of cutting those gorgeous locks? No way in Hell. I was thinking ,maybe, braided headband with beachy waves? What do you think?"

"That it's a million times better than you cutting my hair," I giggled.

She rolled her eyes. sighed and flopped down on her super comfy bed. I flopped down next to her, thinking out loud, "Is it wrong for me to be going on a date so soon after my death? Is it wrong for me to be happy and giggle and joke around with you?"

Propping herself up on her elbows, "I don't think it's wrong per say. I mean everyone grieves differently right? Some faster than others too. Besides I saw it happen; it's supposed to for whatever reason."

I nod, still feeling guilty. I mean, they literally just died. I couldn't be over it yet, could I? Was this some weird kind of emotional Band-Aid for me? Something temporary? I didn't want to go on my first date with someone that was just a temporary fix for my grief. What kind of date was that? Lost in deep thought I didn't realize the hours flying by. Bless Blaire for giving me time to think, but I needed to start getting ready. I decided it was okay to act my age for once in my life, so it was okay to go on a date with a guy I had liked before I had found out that horrible news. Honestly, I was still in shock about it.