It was almost 8 o'clock and I was just about to call Tyler and make up some excuse as to why I couldn't go with him. The only problem was that I would need his number in order to that. I didn't really know what to wear at first but I got to thinking, he doesn't actual care, he said so him self so I dressed pretty casual. I put on a blue, long sleeve sweater, my nice jeans, and my vans. I wore the sweater not only because it was a little dressy but also because it was super soft and comfy. I began to cross the bathroom to finish my hair and put my makeup on. I had curled my hair and was just going to pull a few strands that were around my face back. Right before I reached the bathroom I fell... On my face. "What a great way to start the night off." I thought to myself. I got up, dusted myself off, and went to the bathroom. Just as I finished putting on what little amount of makeup I wore, that dreaded beating/knocking noise began again. Ugh. I ran downstairs and pulled my jacket on as I opened the door. "Ready?" Said a casually dressed Tyler. He had worn a white collared shirt and a jacket with jeans and vans. Nice to know my wardrobe isn't completely outdated. I grabbed my small purse (which had pepper spray in it) as Tyler moved out of the door to let me by. Surprisingly enough he opened the door of his black Mustang GT for me.
"You are just full of surprises!" I said when he got into the car.
"What? It's not like I don't have manners." I gave him an incredulous look. "Seriously! Just because I don't tend to use them on a regular basis don't mean that I don't have any." He said with a crooked smile.
I just shook my head smiling and rolled my eyes.
"See? I'm not that bad."
"Says the one that I don't particularly like because he's stuck up." I replied. "Hey! I'm not stuck up." He said pretending to look hurt.
"Oh please! Mr. Popularity, everyone loves you and you know it!" I said a bit angrily.
"O-M-G!" He squeaked in a girly voice.
"What?"
"You figured out my secret!" He said still in a slightly girly voice.
"What secret?"
"You figured out that I am secretly in love with myself!" He said as his cheeky smile turned into a smirk.
"You know it's not a secret when everyone knows." I replied confidently.
"Ouch." He said scrunching up his nose
Now it was my turn to smirk. We were now pulling onto "Rich Kid Lane" as most people called it. We called it this because lined up along the sidewalk were expensive shops and restaurants, and not far off a big subdivision with big houses and even a few mansions. One of which Tyler lived in. His parents owned a Multi-million dollar business that sold soda and junk food. Plus on top of that his grandfather was a U.S. senator and once upon a time he was a star quarterback in college and so was his father. So that's the outline of the great Tyler Spencer's life.
Snapping out of my thoughts I asked him where we were going.
"On a picnic" he replied in short.
"A picnic?"
"Yes a picnic." He replied as if it was normal to go on a picnic in 45 degree weather at night.
I was stunned as he passed the subdivision and then all the parks past it. We sat in silence for about 15 minutes as he drove. I gave him a weary and suspicious look as we pulled onto a long dirt road. And once again he just smirked at me, but this time it turned into that signature crooked smile.
He stopped the car at rough patch of gravel and Tyler, with a basket, and I got out of the car.
"I hope you don't mind walking a little ways." He turned and began walking towards a patch of trees as he turned on a flashlight. We walked through the woods and into a big field in comfortable silence.
"Here we are." Tyler announced as he spread out a blanket on the ground. We both sat down and he stuck the flashlight into the ground so it would point upward.
Tyler began pulling a few things out of the basket. There were spoons, two plastic containers, and to top it off, a bottle of champagne.
"Dragon Carrot Risotto, my specialty." He said pulling off the lids of the containers and handing me a spoon.
"Uh oh" I said smiling.
"What?" He said clearly confused.
"You spilt another one of your secrets."
Still confused he looked at me and raised an eyebrow
"McQuarterback can cook!" I said in return.
"Oops." He said laughing at himself.
I just shook my head laughing too.
"Our chef Peter taught me to cook," he said thoughtfully. When I was little I was always sneaking into the kitchen to steal desserts." He laughed at the memory. "One day," Tyler continued, "I was in the kitchen getting a brownie when Peter caught me. He told me that if I was gonna get extra food then I was gonna work for it. So then he put me to work cleaning the dishes and mopping for an hour everyday. "This will teach you that not everything will always be freely given," he told me. Sometimes when I got done with my chores I would wonder around the kitchen. Eventually I started to help bake and cook. And at some point I fell in love with it." He finished, letting the memory fade.
I just smiled at him.
"What?" He asked, oblivious.
"Nothing" I replied
We carried on light conversation and talked about each other's likes and interests well past the time we finished our Risotto and champagne.
At some point late in the night I began to like him.
Eventually, we packed up the basket and blanket and made our way to the car laughing and joking. As we stepped out of the woods I tripped over a branch.
The only thing that differed this fall from the the rest was that this time, there was someone to catch me.
As I looked up into Tyler's chocolate brown eyes, his crooked smile began to form. And then the next thing I know I am leaning against an expensive Mustang GT making out with the one and only Tyler Spencer.
"So, how much of a bad guy am I know?" He asked in a low voice.
I wasn't sure how to answer. Did he just set this up to convince me to like him? Did he just want me as another follower? Or did he actually care?
I was beginning to stutter out an incoherent answer when I was saved by a clap of thunder.
"Shit!" Tyler yelled as it began to pour the rain.
Kissing me one last time he opened my door and I got in. When he got in on his side he was laughing and I couldn't help but laugh too.
We made our way back to my house and he walked me to the door.
"Where are your parents?" He asked looking into the the small two story house behind me.
"They went on vacation." Without me, I silently added at the end.
"Oh?" Was all he said in reply.
"Yeah, thank god for spring break." I said as if it was something we always did.
"Yeah I know right."
"Well, it's really late so I'm going to go dry off." I said suddenly longing for my warm bed.
"Ok, I'm gonna head home too. Goodnight Anna."
Once he was gone I let out a long sigh and I went upstairs and dried off.
When I finally climbed into bed I realized how exhausted I was. But, no matter, I couldn't fall asleep just yet.
I began to search for my phone so that I could text Ashley and tell her all about the nights events. After a minute I gave up in conclusion that I had left it in Tyler's car.
Tyler.
What was the whole point of tonight for him? I had fun, did he? Was he just trying to get me to like him? Did he genuinely feel sorry for the other night?
My mind began to wander to our little make out session. There was so much want and longing in it. And if I didn't know better I would have even said love. But of course I did. I mean it was Tyler Spencer, star quarterback and Mr. Rich Popularity. I'm sure he kissed girls all the time.
But still I couldn't help but wonder.
I kissed Tyler Spencer. Thats what was going through my mind as I fell into a dream filled sleep.
