She finished off her glass and sat back down.
«Impressive. Would you like another?»
«Are you trying to get me drunk?»
«Only giving you options.»
«Im fine. Im starting to feel this one and Im sure its only going to get worse-I mean, better,» she joked.
Brent finished his drink off and moved closer to her. «So, did you have fun tonight?» he asked softly.
Chelsea smiled. «Yeah, of course.»
«Cool. Me, too. Dinner was good, huh?» he said even softer, keeping eye contact.
«Yeah. Thanks for bringing me. I really enjoyed everything.» She was trying so hard not to look him in the eyes. His gaze was so intense she couldn't handle it. Why was he looking at her this way? It was almost scary. Was he drunk? She didn't think so.
«Chelsea, I need to let you know something. You've probably been wondering, too. I have a rule that I go by about kissing on the first date.»
«Oh, is that right? And this was a first date?»
«Yeah, of course. I know my dad was there but it still counts because you're at my house half drunk.»
«I thought it was just an apology/birthday dinner.»
«Well, yeah, but I just called it that to get you to go on a date with me.»
«You think you had to trick me?»
«Are you saying it would have been easy to get you to go out with me?» Brent smiled. His eyes danced all over her. She could feel them searing her flesh.
«I just meant...» she started, being careful with her choice of words. «Why did you think that you couldn't get a girl like me to go on a date with you? You're Brent Hawkins.»
«What do you mean a girl like you?»
«Forget it.»
«No,» he said seriously. «Are you trying to say that you're not good enough for me? That's crap. All ya need is to get along great, which we seem to, and be attracted to each other, right?»
«Well, I guess so.»
«So?»
Oh, how badly she wanted to just leave. She just wanted to escape this extremely uncomfortable situation. But at the same time, she was finding herself attracted to this flirtatious side of him. «So what?» As if she didn't know what he meant.
«So, do you think I'm attractive?»
«Well, you're not really my type,» Chelsea confessed.
«You're not mine either,» he said totally surprising her. «But I still find you very attractive.» She blushed wildly and uncomfortably. «So?»
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Chelsea
FantasyThis story is about a girl having a crush on an high school classmate its like other story's but with more twist and clamor and romance and crazyness you won't be able to get enough of😊
