Chapter Two- Romantic Night with the Wrong Guy

Every Tuesday, right after school, the gang and I head over to the movies. Tonight was originally my night to choose the movie. I was going to pick that new Lindsay Lohan movie. I wanted to see the parts where she messed up her lines. Rumor has it that she was drunk while filming the movie. How delicious!

I had to lie to them and say that I have some family thing to take care of. In actuality, Zeke is coming over tonight. How could I tell my Friends that our enemy was infiltrating my house? They would think I'm crossing over to the dark side. They would definitely banish me from ever talking to them again. I would do the same thing if the roles were reversed. The best thing to do is to not tell them.

I always dressed to impress, but this is Zeke we are talking about. He saw me in my pajamas before. I don't have to get glamorized for him. I pulled my hair into a high ponytail, minimum amounts of makeup, wore a sweat-shirt and skinny jeans. My school outfit is too beautiful for me to lay around the house in it. I usually change into this every afternoon once I come home.

Zeke arrived on time, in fact, he was a couple of minutes early. I was already working, so it didn't matter. My notebooks and French journals were sprawled all over the living room. What most people don't know, is that I wear glasses. Zeke already knew this though so I put on the glasses and had my head buried deep down in work.

"You actually look normal," commenté Zeke as my mom went to the cuisine to get some snacks. He placed his brown cartable, sacoche on the ground suivant to me. It had pictures of famous writers and rockers.

"We have a lot of work to do," I replied without glancing up as he sat suivant to me. "Ms. Francis a dit we had to pick either economy, history, language, culture, ou landmarks to do our rapporter on. I think it should be on language since I speak French. That will be a breeze."

"No, landmarks is much easier," argued Zeke. "The Eiffel Tower is a hugely known landmark that will give us an easy grade." he leaned in closer to me to make it point. I however, won't be giving in so easily.

"Last time I took orders from toi is like never."

He laughed which wasn't the exact response I was hoping for. "Princess, toi haven't changed a bit."

"While you've changed a ton," I said.

Afterwards, we picked culture for the report. It was the seconde easiest and the sooner we got this done the better. We started joking and playing around like old times. We barely got any work done because he was always distracting me a d chatting about funny moments we had together. At first, I didn't want to reminisce with him, but I soon forgot my dislike and distrust of him.

My mom called us to dîner when we were still laughing about when his mom bought him a poney for his birthday. I still have the picture of him whacking the poney with a stick believing that it had Candy instead of organs stuffed inside.

"It is good to see toi two are Friends again," cooed my blonde haired, cooking loving, Martha Stewart mother. "I thought high school broke toi two up."

"It did," replied Zeke with a smirk.

I didn't say anything. Mom can turn anything into an awkward situation. Wait till my dad sees him.

My dad, lawyer and business owner of a huge technology company, came bumping down the stairs in his to tight suit. Everything he wears is formal and everything he says is formal.

He took one look at Zeke and broke into a bug toothy grin. "My, boy, toi have grown!" He ruffled Zeke's hair with one of his oversized hands.

"And my, toi have grown too," Zeke commenté as he poked my dad in his large gut. If anyone else would have a dit that to him, my dad would have gotten them arrested in a heartbeat. Zeke is different. Zeke is loved here.

No one else knows outside of my family that Zeke use to be my best friend until the beginning of high school. We did everything together. We even live right suivant door to each other. Everyday we would be doing something together. My parents use to joke we would grow up and get married. Things change.

"Are toi staying for dinner?" asked my dad.

"I probably shouldn't. My mom is suppose to be here par now," he answered nervously.

"Oh stay, boy, you'll be hurting my feelings and Riley's feelings too if toi don't stay."

"Um, I guess I can stay," agreed Zeke.

"Riley, go help your mom in the kitchen," demanded my dad. "Zeke and I have some man to man business to discuss."

I dashed to help my mom with dinner. I didn't know what they could be talking about. The walls are too thick for me to hear a thing and the only way I will be able to get out there is if I bring food. I stood suivant to my mom to rush with the food. Eventually she gave me a salade bowl to place on the table.

I strolled out the door with the bowl. It was too late. They were already down with their conversation. Zeke seemed a little edgy and ready to leave. I wonder what they discussed. Was it about me?

The rest of the dîner went well except for mom dripping hints about us dating. Can I have a boy over without my parents thinking we're an item?

It was time for Zeke to go and I almost didn't want him to. With him around, I didn't have to impress him, I didn't have to constantly talk about the latest designer clothes. I was just me. I won't get that feeling again.

I walked with him to my front porch. He seemed nervous and ready to leave. I think he almost wanted to say something.

"So this time Thursday?" I asked.

"Yeah, that is okay," he answered.

I might as well not beat around the bush. "So, uh, what were toi and my dad talking about earlier?"

He smirk at me and all nervousness seem to have left him. "Well, it was about you."

"And," I prompted.

"And," he leaned in and whispered in my ear while grabbing my hands and wrapping them around his waist. "I'm not tell you."

I removed my hands and playfully punched him in the chest. While he laughed his butt off. "Jerk!"

"Princess!"

Headlight flooded the entire porch. His mom stuck her dyed platinum blonde,tan faced out the window. "Come baby," she called. I hid my smile as Zeke flashed a smirk at me. Just like old times.