Chapter 19

                                    

                                          
P.s i didn't edit this because I was to lazy. Sorry. 

                          
I started choking more violently, Spencer patting my back in concern. I took a few gulps of water and calmed down, now just breathing heavily. 
                          
After a few moments, I still haven't given him an answer and I really don't know why. I mean this is what I've wanted, what I think about constantly. Me and Spencer going on a date and now that he's actually asked me, I have no words.
                          
I mean what can I say? That won't make me look like a weirdo, of course because what I really want to do is kiss his feet in happiness and joy. I peeked at him from the corner of my eye to see him with a nervous look on his face, looking like he regretted even asking me. 
                          
Well, I don't want him to regret it, damn. This is what I want, my goddess I so want this but I just know I'll say something stupid on the date. What if I fart while he's talking. What if I stop a load in my pants?! Oh my, he'll hate me for sure. 
                          
He bit his lip. "Look, if you don't wan-" 
                          
"I'll go."
                          
"Eh?" Can you hear? My, oh my.
                          
"Yes. I'll um... I'll go on a date with you." Spencers face mirrored complete and utter surprise. 
                          
"Seriously? You'll like... actually show up and stuff?" I can't. He's too adorable. I laughed lowly at his answer and nodded, a smile on my face. 
                          
"Yes Spencer, I'll actually show up." He flashed me a big smile and gave me the time he'll pick me up. I sadly, had to go home and 'greet' my father after a week so I reluctantly told him I had to go. A frown showed on his face but disappeared as fast as it showed up. We bid farewells even though he offered to drive me home anyways. 
                          
He didn't talk through the ride, just enjoying each others company until he got to my house. He gave me a hug, kissed me goodbye on the cheek and let me leave the car, not before reminding of the date tonight. Not like I could forget. I waved him goodbye until I saw him tonight and grabbed my bags, lugging then to the door.
                          
I opened the door quietly and set my stuff down near the door, seeing the house surprisingly calm. Too calm. Maybe my dad just isn't home. I started to make my way upstairs but not before out of nowhere something tapped my shoulder. 
                          
I turned to see who it is only to be greeted by a fist to the face. Before I could react, the force sent me another punch to my eye, before kicking the back of my knee, making me fall to the ground. I groaned in pain and held my face, mostly my eye, and peered up to see my dad looming over me, no emotions present on his face. 
                          
"Welcome home, faggot."  Fucking assmunch. I didn't need another hit or kick to my body so I just sneered up at him as I watched him walk away towards the back porch. I got up, happy that nothing's wrong with my body in general, just my face. Nothing a little make up can't fix. 
                          
I walked up the stairs to my bedroom, leaving my stuff downstairs. I kicked off my shoes and dropped on my bed, my face still throbbing from my dad's punches. I took my phone from my pocket to see it's 2:46 pm. 
                          
Spencer isn't picking me up until around six o'clock so I guess I had time to take a little nap. Just in care I over slept, I set an alarm for five and burried myself in my covers, closing my eyes, and falling asleep. 
                          
*Sunshine. My little sunshine. Cotton makes me happy when skies are grey. Ain't no body fucking with Cotton* 
                          
Besitos by Pierce The Veil started blasting throughout my room, waking me from my slumber. I didn't want to get up but the thought of actually going on a date with Spencer made ,e sigh heavily and drag my self out of bed, turning off my alarm in the process.