"I get the metaphor Bran, I'm just teasin'."
Branna rolled her eyes. "Okay, good. Anyway, as I was sayin', if you get with Gavin it will help you move on, and it might just hit home with Nico that you really don't want him and that he should just move on too. Understand?"
I shook my head. "Do you mean really date Gavin or just pretend date him, because I don't think I can do either, I hardly know him."
Branna rolled her eyes. "You said you like him, the like starts the gettin' to know him, Bee. Besides, that's what dates are for, you to get to know one another. You have already secured one date so we can just see how it goes; you never know, you might just find yourself happy with Gavin."
I rolled my eyes. "I don't think anyone can know whether they would be happy with someone after one date."
Branna smiled. "I knew after my first date with Ryder."
I raised my brows. "Really?"
She nodded. "It was a gut feelin' that I knew I could really like him and that we could be good together. It might be different for everyone else, but I just knew."
I whistled then gaped at her. "You don't mean you know he is the one, do you?"
Branna just beamed, and I groaned.
Ryder was her one.
"Why did your one have to be closely related to my nemesis?"
Branna snorted. "Maybe God is findin' your and Nico's situation amusin'. I am for the most part."
I rolled my eyes skyward and spoke to my ceiling. "Can you cut me a break, Jesus? This bullshit isn't funny anymore-"
I yelped as Branna dove on me and knocked me back onto my bed.
"She didn't mean that, she takes it back," Branna shouted.
I laughed at her, which made her elbow me. "Don't curse when you're talkin' to Jesus. That is like askin' to be struck down."
I grunted. "Havin' Dominic in me life is punishment enough, trust me."
Branna rolled off me onto her back and lay beside me. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket; I took it out and seen I had a text from an unknown number.
I opened the text and felt myself flush.
I said to Dominic today that I was taking you out tonight; I'm keeping good on my word. Is eight okay? ;)
He sent me a wink face.
What did that mean?
"Gavin wants to take me out tonight at eight," I murmured.
Branna clapped her hands together. "Perfect, we can start operation get over Nico by gettin' under Gavin."
I looked at Branna and shook my head. "There is somethin' seriously wrong with you. I'm your little sister!"
Branna rolled her eyes. "You're eighteen Bee, you aren't a baby anymore."
I grunted. "I understand that."
Branna smiled at me. "Where is he takin' you?"
I shrugged. "He mentioned the cinema in school."
Branna nodded. "Text him back that eight is great and then get up and get your arse into the shower."
I nodded, texted Gavin back, then looked at Branna while she muttered curse words as she looked through my wardrobe.
I walked into the bathroom when Branna turned and headed into her room.
"What are you doin'?" I shouted.
She grunted. "Your black jeans are good, but you have zero decent tops. I'm pickin' out one of mine."
When she bounced back into my room with a red top that was low cut and made of lace, I stared at her with my jaw hangin' open.
She expected me to wear that piece of cloth?
"I can't wear that, it's practically non-existent!" I argued.
Branna snorted. "Puh-lease, it's only a little low-cut and will look amazing under a cardigan. You need to work your best assets when goin' on a date. Your jeans will hug your arse and showcase your hips, this top will show off the fact that you actually do possess a pair of breasts even if they are small. You will be showin' off hardly any skin and yet your body will be on show, it's perfect."
I continued to stare at Branna like she had grown an extra ear on her head.
She shook her head at me. "I'm goin' to have me work cut out for me, go on and get your shower. I'll iron your clothes and then get my makeup and hair products for when you're done. I'll make you look even more gorgeous than you already are. Gavin won't know what hit him."
I opened my mouth to speak then closed it again before mutely walking into the bathroom and stripping down for my shower. I was nervous; I was nervous about what Branna was going to do to me, nervous about what Gavin would think once he saw me, and nervous in general for our date.
I honestly felt like puking.
Is this how girls felt before every date they had with a boy or did it get worse on the actual date?
I hope not because spitting chunks on Gavin's shoes would seriously mess with operation get over Dominic by – not literally - getting under Gavin.
This operation needed to be a success.
"Gavin is here Bronagh, and he looks hot! No lad notices you for years and now all of a sudden you have two hotties chasin' after you. This is so excitin'!"
Exciting?
More like fucking nerve wrecking.
I remained hidden inside the bathroom while Branna lightly knocked on the door. "Yay, lucky me," I murmured to her as I stared at myself in the full-length mirror on the bathroom wall.
I looked like me but, at the same time, didn't. It was still my face just with some extra makeup on it. My hair was big and curly. Honestly, it was huge. My body looked the same only more outlined; skinnies always hug a person's lower half but combined with a fitting shirt up top, it made me feel naked.
"I can't wear this Bran, you can see all my - barely there - cleavage," I groaned when I opened the door to the bathroom and let Branna come inside.
Branna rolled her eyes at me. "Stop bein' so dramatic, you can only see a little of your cleavage which is normal in that top. You have jeans on, and the cardigan covers up your arms. Some cleavage, a little bit of your neck and face is the only skin on show."