[Bellamy and the Brute 01.0] Bellamy and the Brute by Alicia Michaels

Author:Alicia Michaels [Michaels, Alicia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Young Adult Fairy Tale Retelling
ISBN: 9781634222310
Amazon: 1634222318
Barnesnoble: 1634222318
Publisher: Clean Teen Publishing
Published: 2017-03-13T06:00:00+00:00

Saturday night came way too fast. When Tate had first asked me to go out with him, it had seemed so far off—several days spanning between then and now. But as I stared at myself in the mirror, critiquing my outfit and wondering what the hell I could be thinking, I wished I’d had more time to prepare. Or at least talk myself out of it. I didn’t have any delusions about myself. Being the kind of girl who prefers Converse over heels and books over boys, I didn’t typically attract the high school male species. But Tate wasn’t in high school anymore, and our situation was anything but regular.

Yet, here I stood in a dress, wearing makeup with my hair down, experiencing the worst case of the butterflies. Tate had seen me in frizzy ponytails and ripped jeans. He’d seen my face contorted into expressions of terror and streaked with tears in grief. Why did it matter if my lipstick was right, or if my curls lay in perfect order?

Because this was the first real step toward taking us out of the friend zone, that was why. I couldn’t seem to make myself settle on an outfit or make a decision about how my hair should be styled.

Grabbing a large butterfly clip from my dresser, I gathered my hair in the back, twisting it and allowing a cascade of curls to fall forward, sweeping the rest off the back of my neck. Securing it with the clip and a few bobby pins, I studied myself. The updo showed off my neck and cheekbones. But Tate had seemed to like twining his fingers through it, so maybe I shouldn’t have restricted it with a clip.

Sighing, I plucked out the pins and the clip, shaking my head to loosen the curls. Much better. Or was it?

“Ugh!” I grunted, frustrated with both myself and my wayward hair.

Turning away from the mirror, I realized I didn’t have much more time until Tate would arrive to pick me up. I had offered to meet him at the theater, but he’d insisted on coming to get me himself. Going into the closet, I grabbed a pair of black flats—cute enough to match my dress but still comfortable enough that I wouldn’t be tripping over myself all night. After sliding them on, I grabbed a jacket in case I got cold in the theater.

By the time I made my way to the living room, the headlights of Tate’s car were shining through the front window. Glancing up from the TV, Dad raised his eyebrows.

“You look pretty, munchkin. Tonight’s the date, right?”

I fumbled with the strap of my purse and avoided his gaze. Not long after insisting Tate and I were only friends, I’d found myself forced to admit that we were possibly going to start dating. Dad had seemed okay with it, though, so I was glad he didn’t intend to give Tate a hard time. He seemed content to let me make the decision on my own.

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