Chapter 20


    Brielle


    7:02 AM


    "How did the talk go?" Sam asked, as she stopped the car in the school parking lot.


    "It went really well!" I beamed, therge smile on my face showing my excitement. "I told him how I felt,


    and he has now made it his personal mission to," I used air quotes, "woo me."


    Sam raised her eyebrows suggestively, causing me to whack her in the arm.


    "Ow!" she exaggerated, rubbing at her arm. "What was that for?"


    "That was for your excessively dirty mind," I scolded, slinging my backpack over my shoulder and


    hopping out the car. "But seriously, how do you think he''s going to woo you?" Sam asked as we made


    our way into the school.


    "Well he already took me to this really prettyke on Saturday, but we were both busy yesterday." My


    eyes zed over, remembering when we had a pic on the shore. "So, I''m not sure what he has


    nned."


    My thoughts were interrupted by exaggerated gagging sounds from Sam. "Sorry, all of your lovey-


    doveyness is making me sick."


    I yfully rolled my eyes at her. "You know as my friend you''re supposed to be happy for me, right?"


    She let out a huff. "I know, just all of this rtionship talk is making me feel lonely."


    I ced my hand on her shoulder. "I''m sure that Christopher can find someone on the football team for


    you."


    The gagging sounds returned. "I would rather cut off my big toe than date a high school boy. I need


    someone more mature and refined."


    "Sam, for thest time, you are not going to marry Derick Shepherd or Mark Sloan from Grey''s


    Anatomy!"


    She crossed her arms, "A girl can dream," She let out a soft sigh. "They sure know their way around a


    body."


    "You mean bodies that are in surgery!" I eximed. "I swear sometimes I worry about you."


    "I know, that''s your job."


    She stopped at my locker and waited for me to get my books out. However, as I opened it, a gold


    balloon letter "D" flew out with a card attached. I grabbed onto the paper, reading it aloud.


    "Day One: Chocte."


    Both Sam and I''s face scrunched up in confusion. "What does that even mean?"


    Sam grabbed the card from my hand, inspecting it herself. "Maybe you read it wrong?"


    "Sam, it was three words." I deadpanned.


    "Well do you have any clue what the balloon letter "D" means?" I shook my head, biting my lip in the


    process. "The only thing that I know is that Christopher is behind all of it."


    I took the letter from Sam and ced it back inside my locker along with the balloon. "Come on, I don''t


    want to bete to first period."


    Halfway through my first ss, I was nearly asleep thanks to the most boring teacher on the, Mr.


    Brown. Just when I was about to give up fighting to stay awake andy my head on my desk, a knock


    interrupted our ss.


    Mr. Brown opened the door and was greeted by a freshman football yer holding a heart-shaped box.


    "Is there anything I can help you with?" Mr. Brown questioned with his usual monotone voice.


    "Yes, I have a delivery for Brielle."


    I felt the entire ss turn their attention on me as my face turned beet red. The football yer made his


    way to the desk and dropped off the box before quickly shuffling out of the ssroom.


    Mnie turned around in her chair, her eyes shooting daggers at me. "I''m really happy for you! It''s not


    every day that a girl like you finds a boyfriend blind enough to want to be with you!" She said fakely, her


    voice oversweet.


    I rolled my eyes and flipped her the bird before redirecting my attention to the box in front of me. I lifted


    the lid off the container and was greeted with an assortment of different bite size choctes. A note


    written in Christopher''s handwriting sat on top.


    Let the wooing begin.


    ~~~


    It was halfway to the end of the day, and I already had more than enough chocte than I needed.


    Every single period, another freshman football yer would bring me boxes. At this point, I already had


    ten different packages.


    Everyone was wondering who was sending me them, but no one truly knew. I know it sounds weird, but


    I liked the fact that me and Christopher were still a secret.


    As I made my way to lunch, my thoughts were interrupted when a handtched onto my wrist and


    pulled me into a closet. Before I could even process what had just happened, I was face-to-face with a


    smiling Christopher.


    "How has your day been?" he asked, pulling me closer to him.


    "Interesting, to say the least."


    He arched his eyebrow, "Good interesting or bad interesting?"


    "Chocte is never bad." I let out a huff. "But are you going to exin to me what your nning


    because I''m really confused."


    His mouth pulled into a cheeky smile. "Nope," he said, popping the ''P''.


    "Why not?" I whined. He reached out bopping his finger on my nose. "Because you''re cute when you''re


    confused."


    I looked away, hoping that he didn''t see my cheeks turn a light pink. "All I can say is that by Friday it will


    all make sense."


    I leaned my face closer into his. "There''s nothing I can do for you to even tell me a hint."


    "Maybe..." he trailed off, his eyes focused in mine. He ced his hand on the side of my face before


    leaning down and pressing his mouth to mine.


    Even though we had kissed before, it still felt like the first time. My breath hitched in my throat as our


    kiss slowly turned from slow and gentle to faster as we got caught up in the moment. When we finally


    pulled away, we were both breathing heavily.


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    "Yeah, I''m still not telling you anything."


    "Hey!" I said, pping him on the arm, "You tricked me!"


    He rubbed his arm, feigning hurt. "Why are you always pping me in janitor''s closets?"


    "Why are you always pulling me into Janitor''s closets?" He was about to give a response before


    stopping himself.


    "Touché."


    "Seriously though, thank you so much for today." I wrapped my arms around him in a hug,ying my


    head down on his chest. He rested his chin on top of my head, massaging the base of my neck.


    "Trust me, you haven''t seen anything yet." After a few moments he pulled away from me, nting a


    kiss on my forehead. "We should probably go before someone finds us."


    "And what would be so wrong with that?" I mocked.


    "I can''t let people know that I''m the one sending those gifts. It would ruin my street cred."


    Iughed. "Street cred?"


    "Yes," he huffed, "And it''s very difficult to get. It''s taken me years."


    "And what did you have to do, break a rock with your bare hands.?" His face stayed serious. "Who told


    you about that?"


    ~~~~


    It was Friday, and the entire week had been a whirlwind. Each day of the week Christopher changed


    the gift that he gave me, so Tuesday was flowers, then stuffed animals, gummy candy, and today he


    sent me different kind of desserts. All the balloons put together from each day spelled the word drive.


    However, I couldn''t help but feel sad that the whole thing was over. While he still had a surprise for me


    tonight, I was going to miss all the gifts that he dropped off. Attached to the cupcake that he gave me


    during myst period of the day, he told me to wait for him by my locker.


    Suddenly, someone behind me grabbed onto my shoulder, causing me to shriek and jump in shock. I


    turned around, only to be faced with aughing Christopher.


    "Did you see how high you jumped!" Heughed, almost letting out tears.


    "Well I''m happy that my extreme terror was entertaining for you."


    His face fell. "Well when you put it that way it''s not as fun anymore." We made our way to the parking


    lot, and I was surprised when we stopped in front of a cherry red pick-up truck. I was going to ask him


    why he always had different cars, but I thought better of it.


    After twenty minutes of driving he turned towards me. "Close your eyes." He instructed.


    "Why?"


    "Because I want where we''re going to be a surprise." I let out a huff before I closed my eyes. My leg


    jiggled, anxious for what he was nning.


    After a few more minutes of driving he parked and hopped out of the car for a little while longer. By the


    time he came back, I could barely handle the anticipation. He led me out of the car and onto what I


    assumed to be grass.


    "Can I open my eyes now?" I asked impatiently, sounding like a kid on Christmas.


    He chuckled. "Yes, you can open them."


    As soon as I did my jaw dropped. In front of me was the cutest thing I had ever seen. "You didn''t have


    to do this," I reminded him, leaning into him for a hug.


    "I know, but I wanted to."


    He had filled the bed of his pick-up truck with pillows and throw nkets and lined the sides of it with


    fairy lights. The bed faced the movie screen in-front of us, as other cars parked around us, wanting to


    enjoy the drive-in movie as well. Suddenly, the balloons spelling drive made sense.


    I climbed under the covers as Christopher followed suit, wrapping his arms around me. "I have to


    admit, I doubted you at first. However, you really did woo me."


    "Really?" He said a prideful smile stretched across his face.


    I nodded. "I don''t see how it could get any better." He looked at me sheepishly. "Well, I do have one


    more thing to give you." He reached from his pocket and handed me a long ck-velvet jewelry case.


    I turned towards him. "Christopher, I can''t ept this, especially after everything you''ve already given


    me this week."


    "No, take it," he insisted, pushing the box back towards me. "I want you to have it."


    After trying multiple times to give it back, I gave in and opened the box. When I did, I felt my eyes begin


    to water. Inside was a silver ne with a single ballerina charm hanging from the center.


    "Do you like it?" he asked, searching my eyes for approval. "I thought that it could bring you good luck


    for the showcaseing up soon."


    I felt a tear roll down my face and I quickly wiped it away. "Yeah, I love it." He took the ne from


    the box and unsped it. "Do you want me to put it on for you?"


    I nodded my head yes, and I felt him sweep all my hair to one side of my head. He wrapped the


    ne around my neck and gingerly secured it.


    He nted a kiss on my neck beside it. "Perfect."


    And as I looked up at him, I couldn''t agree more.