Chapter 17

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*Catherine's P.O.V.*

A week had passed since the... incident at the park, but Tyler hadn't mentioned again anything about our upcoming 'date'.

Sure, he talked to me at school and tried being sweet to me... Like for example, one day, he showed up at my house in the morning and offered to drive me to school. We was kind along the ride, asking me if I liked the songs he put on and everything and at school he carried my backpack, which was a bit unnecessary, but okay.

It was now Saturday again and I had almost lost my interest slash excitement.

"Have you finished cleaning the bathroom? I need to pee!" Jake said, and crossed his legs.

"But I just cleaned the freaking toilet!" I frowned pointing at the freshly cleaned toilet.

"Come on! I'll pee my pants if you don't let me in!"

But then I would have to clean them...

"Run!" I shouted at him and pushed him towards the toilet.

I went out, closing the door behind me. Thankfully the bathroom was the last thing I had to clean for the day. I sighed feeling the pain in my back like a stabbing knife.

I went down the stairs and towards the kitchen where Hayden was happily cleaning.

I really don't understand how this guy is so cheerful when it comes to helping with the cleaning.

"Are you done?" I asked him while pulling a stool back for me to sit on.

"Yeah, I only have to take out the garbage," he answered, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

"It's okay. I'll take them out after lunch."

"What are you cooking today?" he asked sitting down on the table too.

"I was thinking of making honey BBQ chicken wings with some salad," I shrugged.

"You're always making fancy dishes," he pouted. "Your brothers will hate me for only making lasagna or beef with rice." I laughed at that.

"Aww, don't be sad. Maybe I'll teach you how to cook one day," we both laughed at that.

"Thank you so much!" he said dramatically, putting his hands on his heart.

• • •

After lunch -which was amazing by the way- I went in my room to relax. I was watching an episode of Friends, when my phone buzzed on my nightstand.

I unlocked it and saw that I had a message from the one and only 'idiot who asked me out'.

The idiot who asked me out:
Hey, what are you up to?

Me:
Not much. I'm just watching reruns of Friends...

The idiot who asked me out:
Wanna go somewhere?

Me:
Where?

The idiot who asked me out:
It's a surprise ;)

Was that going to be our date?

Me:
Can I even say no?

The idiot who asked me out:
You have already said that you will go on a date with me ;)

So this was our date.

Me:
What should I wear?

The idiot who asked me out:
Nothing? ;)

Me:
...

The idiot who asked me out:
I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Just wear your casual clothes. Nothing too fancy.

Me:
Okay :)

The idiot who asked me out:
I'll be there in half an hour ;) bye

Me:
See you soon :)

The idiot who asked me out:
Can't wait

I turned off my TV, sighing.

I went in the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I made my hair into a nice looking messy bun and walked back in my room.

I took a pair of black shorts and a sleeveless red top.

I was putting on a bit of mascara, when my door swung open. Hayden came in, jumping up and down like a five-year-old.

"Cat, Cat, Cat!" he shouted.

"What, what, what?" I laughed, mocking his tone.

"I won!" he came towards me and picked me up. I squealed and laughed.

"What did you win?" I asked him when he put me down.

"I won two tickets to Germany! For the Oktoberfest!" I jumped again.

"You're kidding!"

"No! I swear! But it's in two days..."

"You have school, you idiot," I slapped the back of his head.

"I know," he said with a sad face.

"Why don't you give them to your parents? They would love it," I smiled.

"Ugh, why do you have to be so good? We could keep them and skip school and go together," he pouted.

"No way. You should thank your mum for letting you stay here, anyway. Now go tell them!"

"Fine," he sighed. "Where are you going?" he asked, looking at me up and down, confused.

"On my date with Tyler."

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