Double Trouble 2: Twisted Sisters

Chapter Four

The next day I was a bundle of nerves as I waited for Jason to pick me up. It was a few minutes to four, and my heart was pounding in my chest. I checked how I looked in the mirror for the hundredth time. I had washed my hair that morning once I woke up, blow-dried it, flat ironed it, and then pulled it into a low ponytail with a middle part. I was wearing a pair of black leggings with cutouts up to my thighs, with a dark purple long low-cut tank top, showing the perfect amount of cleavage that hugged my upper body and flared asymmetrically around my butt. I wore my silver Pandora charm bracelet on one wrist, a chunky silver bracelet on the other, large silver hoop earrings, diamond studs in the other piercings, and a silver locket. I had a pair of matching purple chunky heeled sandals. Luckily, I had gotten my nails and toes done that Thursday before, so that was nice and fresh with a natural ombre' with rhinestones on my hands and white toes. My makeup was a natural beat, knowing I didn't need too much. Basically, I was looking good as hell.

When I first started getting ready, I tried to tell myself there was no point in getting all cute for Jason; we were just catching up, nothing serious. I washed my hair, telling myself that it needed to be done anyway and that I might as well get it over with. I got out of the shower and moisturized, throwing on perfume, saying that I just really liked that scent, so it made sense for me to put it on. When I sat at my vanity after I got out of the shower in my towel, I tried to tell myself I didn't need to put on any makeup. It wasn't that deep. However, after going beyond just mascara and eyeliner, I couldn't lie to myself anymore. I knew that I was going to get all dressed up because I was seeing Jason and wanted to look good doing it. I wanted to see the look on his face when he saw me.

I still didn't know what I wanted from Jason, but the butterflies in my stomach that had popped up immediately after he called me last night told me it was something there. I felt the same butterflies after Marcus had texted me as well. When I thought about the two of them, my heart stuttered, and my stomach got that weird feeling. I told myself I didn't have to dedicate myself to anything at the moment. I was playing the field, seeing where this could go. Men did it all the time, so why not me? I knew I didn't need anything serious, so hanging out casually wouldn't hurt, right?

About five minutes after four, I heard a knock on my front door. I took a deep breath, grabbed my purse and jacket, and headed to the door. When I opened it, my heart damn near stopped; he was so fine. He had recently gotten his long locs re-twisted and braided into four braids with them hanging free. He had grown a goatee, which looked sexy as hell and had recently been cut and lined up. He wore a black button-up with blue jeans and black dress shoes. He was wearing one of his more expensive watches and had diamond studs in his ears. While I admired him, I caught him admiring me, too, as he licked his lips, and I cheered on the inside; that was the exact reaction I wanted from him.

He said, "Hey beautiful, I feel like it's been forever since I've seen you. He stepped forward and wrapped me up in a hug. I smelled his cologne and closed my eyes, enjoying his scent. After what felt like entirely too quickly, he pulled back and inspected me some more before saying, "Are you ready to go?" I nodded, and we headed outside, and he opened the door for me to get in his Cadillac, which looked freshly detailed.

On the way to the restaurant, we just made small talk, nothing too serious. He told me a bit more about his recovery and going back to work, and I talked a little about my job. It only took us 20 minutes to get to the restaurant. It was a nice little place with a bar inside called Cecil's. We were seated in a small booth in the back which afforded us some privacy.

Once we had gotten settled and placed orders for drinks, he turned to me and said, "So, what else has been going on in Christa's world? How have you been for real? How are your parents?"