Pinky Swear

Chapter 39: A Picnic To Remember

The park was almost empty at this hour, just an old couple sitting on a bench, feeding seeds to birds and a middle-aged man taking a stroll left.

The trees’ green-colored leaves were turning orange and some brown before falling and covering the walkways and grasses. It was almost difficult to even see them, only dried orange leaves forming a carpet above them. And maybe because it was evening and the sky was also colored in orange, but it all seemed so beautiful.

Or maybe it was because my object of attraction was standing in the middle of it all, standing tall and confident with his left hand in his pocket and his right holding a blue rose between his fingers.

I hesitantly came down from the car, my eyes fixed on him, and the scenery before me. A picnic blanket was laid on the floor beside him, a picnic basket placed on it, an insulated cooler, some flatwares, and a bouquet of blue roses. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion, taking it all in before glancing back at him.

Was this all for me? Was this why I had rarely seen him at school? But what about Jenny? I had seen him grab her hand and walk away with her.

He had a nervous smile on his face even though he seemed confident as he watched me from afar, beckoning me to come closer with his eyes.

“Yo, Adams! Thanks for the card. Now, I’m gonna go get myself some meat with it.” Alex yelled from her car, waving a credit card at him. Now I understood where she got the money to pay for this dress and makeover.

He sent a small smile at her before snapping his eyes back to me.

“My work here is done, gotta go. Oh, and here.” She threw the tiny box I wrapped for Ryan’s birthday at me, and I quickly caught it. “You might need that.” She suggested before revving up the engine while I stared at her in disbelief, holding the tiny box. I thought I had left that at home after we went home from school.

“What? Don’t look at me like that.” She shrugged. “Not to worry, I’ll inform your parents you’re on a date.” She winked at me before driving off.

I slowly turned back to Ryan, whose eyes were now roaming around my figure, taking in my outfit. I took one step at a time towards him, trying to seem composed, but his eyes were making it difficult as they roamed my bare legs. I could feel goosebumps forming on my thighs and legs at how intense his gaze was before they snapped back to my eyes.

“What’s all this?” I asked blankly, trying not to show any emotions as I gripped the box tightly in my hand. I was still mad about all that Jenny stuff, but secretly throwing a party in my head because of what I was seeing.

He was quiet for some time, just gazing at me, and I, him. The wind blew around us, making the trees dance, and some strands of my hair fluttered about my face too. He quickly reached out to pull them behind my ear, still gazing intently at me, making my cheeks tinge pink. Why did he have to be so darn cute?

He had on a pair of grey track pants and a black shirt with black and white trainers on his feet. His dark hair in a side fringe almost covering his eyes, and his left hand adorning a wristwatch retracted back into his pocket while the other still held the blue rose up to me.

I reached for it plucking it off his finger, remembering the day he asked me to be his girlfriend. He had used a tulip then, and I had thought it sweet then since it meant true love.

“I tried looking for flowers that would match your eyes, but found none. So I had to settle for dying white roses. They still, however, aren’t as beautiful or bright as your eyes.” He whispered between us, his eyes never leaving mine.

His compliment was making me blush the more as I diverted my eyes to my feet, trying to hide my red cheeks. I forgot how good he could be with words. I only started to see that side of him after we started dating.

“Will you go on this date with me, Samantha?” He asked, gesturing to the picnic he had laid out. Well, I couldn’t say no, so I nodded. He smiled and took my hand, leading me to the blanket and helping me sit. Then he took out some votive candles, lit them, and placed them at different corners. It was already darker than when I came here, and the street lamps came on.

He went to take out a red wine bottle from the cooler and poured it into two different glasses before handing one over to me. I placed the rose into the bouquet and my gift beside me before reaching for it. I watched him take a seat too and faced forward as I sipped from my wine. We both were silent for a while, me watching him as he stared far away.

“I’m sorry if I ever made you feel any less important than you’re to me.” His eyes snapped to me as he spoke, and the candles made his brown eyes shone more.

“I could never pick anyone else because I don’t even have a choice. No one can make my heart beat faster than you do. It hurts that you would even think so.” He stared at me with heavy-lidded eyes in disappointment, which irked me.

“Well...you weren’t making it easier by always spending time with her or letting her tag along all the damn time!” I burst out in anger. He made it sound as if I was the wrong one here when I wasn’t. I had the right to do what I did because I was his girlfriend.

“I know that. And I’m sorry for being so blind and not notice she was faking it all. Alex told me about your locker incident and how she used to threaten you. Why didn’t you tell me all this before?” He stared accusingly at me.

“Would you have believed me?” I cocked an eyebrow at him. He hesitated before answering.

“Maybe.” He shrugged while I rolled my eyes at him. “I would have at least known you weren’t lying. You only had to trust me.” We both were silent once again before I broke it.

“And...what about Jenny? Where did you both go to today?” I fidgeted with my glass, dreading the answer. He didn’t say anything for a while, only following my actions with his penetrating gaze.



Angela Omozojie (Sky Angel)

#7 in Young adult
#3 in School

Story about: romance, teenfiction, highschool

Edited: 24.08.2020

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