*Scarlet's POV*
The weather had been turning warmer as July approached but the nights were still relatively on the colder side. I decided to dress comfy and cute in a slim fitting, black high-waisted jeans and a thin cream sweater. Pairing those with 3-inch-high black boots and a few accessories I left my hair down and swiped a bright shade of lipstick to add some color to my basic outfit.
I checked myself in the mirror and when I was satisfied with the result I quickly went down my apartment to where Andrew was waiting for me.
“Let’s do this Scarlet, you need to get done with the first part of our plan,” I mumbled to myself and headed towards him.
He was pacing in front of his car muttering something to himself looking extremely anxious.
He was wearing a white t-shirt paired with simple khaki pants. A black jacket adorned his lean body and white sneakers completed the look making him give off the minimalistic fashion style.
I didn’t know if he was aiming for it or not, but he had nailed it.
I cleared my throat when he didn’t realize my presence. His head snapped up towards me and he stared at me for a few seconds completely stunned.
I didn’t tease him this time in case he got embarrassed and irritated and decided to call this off. So, I let him drink me in while I did the same to him.
His dirty blonde hair was styled to the side like he had spent a lot of time on it. His muscles were rather on the lean side but the tight-fitting t-shirt he wore was clearly working wonders to attract attention.
“You look beautiful Scarlet,” he complimented his eyes sparkling under the street light. It seemed that all his nervousness had faded away in that moment and it made him look even more handsome than he already did.
Giving him a small smile only because I felt that he was being genuine, I cheekily said, “I take your word for that and you take mine when I say that you look absolutely handsome.”
Bashfully smiling he opened the car door for me and gestured me to get in.
Somehow that action didn’t sit well with me. I didn’t like that he was being so genuine and good when I was anything but. Without sparing him a look I quickly got inside the car not wanting to see his happy face but not before muttering a small ‘thank you’ to him.
He jogged around to his side and got inside on the driver’s side. He then proceeded to wear his seat belt instinctively causing me to latch my own.
“So Scarlet, I still don’t know your full name,” He says driving the car towards the cinema.
I turned my head towards him and smiled when I realized that he knows absolutely nothing about me and I can be whoever I want him to believe I am.
“It’s Scarlet Davis,” I answer truthfully and ask, “What about you?”
“I am Andrew Stevens. It’s nice to finally know the woman that has been occupying my thoughts for the last two days,” he says grinning at me and though it might have sounded like a pick-up line from anyone else, from him, it just seemed so honest that I couldn’t help but think that he is speaking the truth.
I am usually not very good at reading people and it’s one of the things I don’t like about myself. If I could, then it would have saved me from so much hurt and meaningless relationships, but then again something about him just wants me to believe him.
For the first time in my life I wanted to be wrong about my judgment because if not, destroying someone good will be a new low for me too.
I try to push these thoughts out. Boys like him are uncharted territories for me. Forever being attracted to the dark and brooding type I have never once dated the good guys but I guess I’ll be changing that now.
These thoughts are definitely because of the therapy session Charlie and Blu decided to give me after believing that I have succumbed to the darkness and all things evil by following through this plan.
Idiots.
He turned on the car stereo and an unknown song started playing. Given that the only songs that I listen to and know of are the ones which Blu listens to and which Alex used to listen to I had no idea about this current song.
His thought caused a pang in my heart but I quickly dismissed it.
The song had a nice beat to it and involuntarily my head started bobbing with the beats while I tried to catch the lyrics.
He must have seen me enjoying the music because he asked me, “You like this song too?”
Giving him a sheepish look, I say, “Yeah I do, but I have never heard of it before.”
“No way! Starboy was a major hit when it came out and The Weekend is one of the best singers in this industry,” He babbled, his voice rising a bit in astonishment.
It was the first actual emotion I had seen on him aside from shy and happy and I was somehow thankful for that outburst, at least he was opening to me and becoming more comfortable.
“Well does it help if I say that I don’t listen to music much, so don’t worry I have nothing against your favorite singer,” I reassured him even though I was laughing at his reaction internally.
My voice must have snapped him back to reality because he immediately looked away and muttered, “Sorry I didn’t mean to burst out like that.”
“Well I am not, because it helped me to get to know you better, but you have to promise me to send me your playlist, I think I like your taste in music,” I teased him and gave him a wide smile.
The outburst really did help me though because every small information about him could efficiently be put to use in destroying him.
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