Page 15 of Becoming His

"Nope, I will set one up if it's so amazing." I rolled my eyes, and she laughed, linking her arm with mine as we headed for the phone store.

Less than two hours later, I was sitting in my room, surrounded by bags. I had sorted my phone, and Connie had programmed her number so I could contact her anytime, which was nice.

BAILEY:

Welcome to the real world, Anna. I said I wouldn't ask, so I'll just tell you. I'll pick you up at six tonight. You need to live, remember?

He's asking me out?!

My heart raced as I slid my fingers over the screen, trying to get used to the touch screen.

ANNABELLE:

Hey, how did you get my number?! See you at six.

I had no idea how to do the emoji thing just yet, and I certainly wasn't going to send a kiss to Bailey Fenton. I needed to get Instagram and get in touch with Ray to add her. This was such an easier way to communicate, I had to admit. I sat playing with my phone for so long that I didn't realize the time until I saw a text flash on my phone.

BAILEY:

Leaving now.

Oh shit. I had no idea what to wear and didn't even know where we were going or doing. I decided on the dress over tights, rubbing some lip balm on my lips as I heard the ping on my phone.

BAILEY:

I'm outside.

My heart thudded in my chest as I ran down the stairs, hoping to avoid my family.Elijah wasn't around, and I could hear my mum humming in the kitchen as she cooked. I called out to her that I was going out, and before she could respond, I slipped out of the door. The familiar black car awaited me, and I slid into the seat beside Bailey as he gazed at me.

"You've changed your hair."

I touched it self-consciously as I reddened, but then he smiled.

"I like it. So are you ready?"

He wore jeans with a blue sweater, with the sleeves pushed up. He had a watch on his arm, and I realized he had made an effort.

"So, where are we going?" I asked, trying to be bold.

"Well, you said you never been on a date, and seeing as Chase royally fucked up your first one, I thought I would remedy that."

"This is a date?" I gulped, feeling dizzy.

I can't go on a date with Bailey Fenton!

He smirked at me as he drove.

"Yeah, baby. Aren't you lucky? I don't do dates."

"No? What do you usuallydothen?" I laughed as he remained quiet, the smirk gone from his face. I shook my head and gazed out of the window.

"Does it matter?" he asked, his playful tone gone.

Fuck.

"Nope. Thank you for doing this. You didn't have to."

He smiled then and said, "I know. I wanted to."