Summer Love (Currently editing)

3 - First date?

Katie's POV

What if he kills me? What if he throws me out of his car while he drives like a maniac? What if he drowns me down the lake? What if he cuts my head off? And the worst, What if he rapes me and let me die by drowning down the lake? Ugh. This is why I don't trust myself.

But Nick isn't that evil right? I just don't know why I feel like I've known him all my life. I don't know why I trust him so fast. It's really hard for me to trust anyone, why and how did I trust Nick so fast? This really scares me.

"Where are you going?" Dad asks as I walk my way to the door.

"I'm eating dinner with a friend." I smile.

"What's his or her name?" He asks again.

"Nick. Don't worry, dad; we won't do anything but eat food." I promise him.

"Okay, be safe and don't do anything stupid, understand?" He warns, kissing my forehead.

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"Hey, you look Beautiful." He smiles, shyly.

"Thanks. You look great as well." I smile.

"Ladies first." He opens the door of his car.

"Why thank you, kind sir." I reply, bowing and pretending to be British.

"You sound like a dying cat." He chuckles.

"I know. But I'm better than you." I wink.

"Really, babe?" He asks in a thick British Accent.

I feel my cheeks heat, I try to act normal by rolling my eyes. Yep. That sounds normal. Did he just call me 'babe'? I feel like a giddy 6th grade fangirling about her crush. Think of something Katie! Don't act awkward. "Where are we going?"

"It's a secret." He winks.

"You're not going to tell me?" I ask as I look at him. He shakes his head with a cute grin.

"Fine." I groan and cross my arms.

"Are you like this when you're mad?" He asks.

"Sometimes. Why?"

"You look cute." He smiles, showing his dimples.

"Wait, you're not going kill me to wherever we're going right?" I ask, out of nowhere.

I mentally punched myself. I should think before I speak. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"I'm not a killer, Katie. I would never hurt anyone, and I will never hurt you." He says.

I hide my red face with my hair.  Five simple words. One sentence that makes my heart flutter and my stomach feels like there are butterflies flying. It's really weird. I only met him in less than a week and I'm feeling something towards him. Is this what they call Love at First sight? Or maybe I'm just sick.

I'm such a hopeless romantic.

"You look beautiful with that dress. It really suits you." He smiles, looking at me then back at the road.

"Thanks. You look good too. I own a similar shirt...."

"You should've worn it."

"We'd look like twins." I retort.