Chapter Eleven
It's Alright, It's OK

The second I stepped through my apartment door, Audrey was somehow already there.

She had dragged me to my room, sat me down, and went makeup frenzy on my face. I was confused for a second until I realized that it was probably for that date which must have been tonight.

"What's this?" I held up a colourful stick.

"Lip-liner," she answered as she dabbed my cheeks with this cool brush.

"Why don't you just use eyeliner?" I ask her her.

"Because eyeliner is for you eyes. Lip-liner is for your lips," she replies.

"But you could save money by using one for both," I tell her like it's obvious.

"Good for you," she says while tuning out of our conversation, clearly not listening to me as she applied for makeup to my face.

Minutes later she drags me over to my closet and pulls out a dress she once bought me which I never had the decency to wear because its very exposing.

"Put this on," she shoves the dress in my arms and I know better than to pick a fight, so I grudgingly changed into the tight, black dress which went down to about mid thigh.

I tugged at the end of the dress, trying to bring it down lower. "You know if I tried to do the splits or something it'll expose my entire butt."

She shrugs. "Then don't do the splits."

I scowl at her as she pulls me into the living room where my brother is sitting, watching ESPN.

"Whoa," he gapes when he sees me, his mouth full of grapes. "Did you get a job as a stripper and not tell me?" He stands up and walks over to us, looking furious.

He points a finger at me, "Because I swear, if you did-"

"Shut the hell up, will you?" Audrey playfully slaps his arm, snapping him out of his rage, "she's going on a date."

The fire in his eyes (literally) is back and he balls his fists. "That's even worse!" He roars.

"Well then..." Audrey grabs my arm and tugs me towards the door, "we'll be off."

We're soon sprinting down the hall to the elevator, Drew hot on our heels (literally. Again. If I were to look back his whole body would be on fire.) chasing us down the hall.

We both stumble into the lift, and Audrey starts spamming the close button, muttering "close, close, close, close," under her breath repetitively.

Drew sprints, trying to reach us in time just as the door closes and with a loud 'thud' and a 'crack' I'm pretty sure he face planted with the metal door.

"Ouch," the two of us say in unison, and I cringe at the thought of breaking his nose.

"He better not interrupt your love life no more," Audrey declares.

"Speaking of my love life, what about yours?" I wiggle my eyebrows at her and her eyes widen but she avoids my state.

"What about you and Dakota?" I sing his name and get up all close in her face.

"Your breath stinks," she grunts, still avoiding my graze.

"I didn't think it would since you forced me to brush my teeth twice," I tease her with an amused smirk.

"Ugh," she lets out an exaggerated sigh, "when we saw him at DQ that wasn't the first time I met him. I know him from somewhere else."

"Oohh," I tickle her and she fails to surprise a smile.

Before we can continue our conversation the elevator door slides open and we step out.

***

Audrey pulled into the parking lot of an expensive looking restaurant which got my nerves going. I mean, I haven't even bothered to worry about how the guy will be. Will he be cocky? Arrogantly hilarious? Handsome?

So basically will he be Static? My subconscious adds and I scowl.

No! I am not! Never would I ever admit to him being attractive! I don't even know what he looks like!

That jaw line though. Mmmm.

"Everything alright?" Audrey asks me as we enter the restaurant.

"Yep. Perfect. Everything's perfect," I tell her and she leads me to a table.

"Holy shit," I turn to face my date and my expression masks his once I spot him.

"Noah?"

I'm about to say something when Audrey shoves me into a chair before running out of the restaurant like a mad woman earning glares from waiters.

I turn my attention back to Noah, and the awkward tension between us grows.

"Well," he coughs into his dress shirt, "you, uh, you look... Cool," he awkwardly gestures to my dress and I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Is that supposed to be an insult or a compliment?" I ask him with a laugh and he joins in.

"Take it how you want," he tells me and I decide to take a look at the menu.

Steak, steak, and more steak. These people must love steak.

Soon enough the waiter comes around and takes our order. Noah orders the steak and I do too since I didn't really have an option.

"So?" I ask him, "what are we supposed to talk about?"

He shrugs. "I have no idea."

"How about we talk about how Audrey Is so dead?" I suggest and he nods with a laugh.

"This was so uncalled for," he adds with a smile.

"Absolutely," I agree.

"How did Audrey even ask you? She just came up to me and told me I was going. I had no say," I tell him.

"Well she first approached me and asked me if I was free tonight," we both laughed at that, "and I thought she was asking me out so I was like 'I'm flattered and all but you're just not my type' and then she went ballistic on me, calling me an idiot and claiming she's everyone's type," he sighs, "long story short she ended up in persuading me into going on this blind date who turn out to be you."

I laughed. And suddenly I wondered if I was the one to ask him, what would he say?

"What if I asked you out?" I blurted for some reason before I could stop myself, "what would you say?"

He opens his mouth to answer but before he can the waiter is placing our food on our table.

I politely thank the waiter and turn my attention back to Noah who opens his mouth again to answer but this time my eyes narrow at something in the distance behind him, causing my jaw to drop and my anger to flare.

Noah raises his eyebrows in Confusion.

"What is it?" He asks me and turns around to see for himself and visually stiffens at the sight.

Both of our exes, seated a few tables away from us.

"Is this possible?" I demand him in a hushed whisper.

"Oh it's possible," I he grits his teeth and grips the table ledge.

"I'm not even upset anymore," He tells me, "just enraged that she would ever do such a thing."

"Same here," I find myself agreeing, and I realize that it's true.

If Grayson had came to me with a valid reason for cheating, and an apology, I would have forgave him. If he would have been able to convince me completely then I would have taken him back. Call me an idiot if you wish, but I wouldn't be taking him back for cheating on me, I would be taking him back because of all we've been through, because of all the love we shared.

But clearly the love from our relationship was one-sided since he didn't even care enough to at least apologize or show that he cared, and for that I will never be able to forgive him.

"It's karaoke night," Noah states and a loo at him.

"They have karaoke? Here? In this fancy-shmansy restaurant?" I ask him and he nods.

"So what does karaoke have to do with them being here?" I nod my head in the direction of the cheaters.

He shrugs with a knowing smirk. "We could put on a show?" He suggests and I finally pick up on what he's saying.

"Oh, you mean we should—ohhhh," I nod and smile like an idiot at his plan.

Noah waves a waiter over and whispers something in his ear, and the waiter nods.

Noah gets up and gestures for me to follow him so I quickly get up and chase after him.

He leads me to a small platform and the waiter comes back with a book full of songs and hands it to us. It's still hard for me to believe that such a sophisticated restaurant would actually have something such as karaoke.

I pick out the perfect song and hand it back to the waiter and Noah just smirks and shakes his head at what we're about to do.

Suddenly the music starts playing and I get nervous. I can't sing. Hell, so doubt Noah can sing either but that's the least of our problems.

The music seems to catch everyone's attention, including Grayson and Katrina's, and I try to stifle a laugh at their reactions.

"You told me, there's no need to talk it out, 'cause it's too late to proceed. And slowly, i took you words and walked away," I make sure to keep my eyes on Grayson's who looks utterly terrified.

Noah starts to sing and I try not to laugh, "no looking back, I won't regret, no I will find my way back. I'm broken, but I will stay,"

The chorus starts and we start singing together despite the odd looks we're getting, "it's alright, OK, I'm so much better without you, I won't be sorry.

Alright, OK, so don't you bother what I do, no matter what you say.

I won't return, our bridge has burned down, I'm stronger now.

Alright, OK, I'm so much better without you, I won't be sorry."

We continue singing the song and I start singing my part again, and I can't help the huge grin on my face.

"Don't waste your fiction tears on me, just save them for someone in need. It's way too late, I'm closing the door."

To finish it off, Noah and I keep our eyes glued to our exes as we sing together.

"Its alright, OK, alright, OK, without you, no matter what you say.

It's alright, OK, I'm so much better without you, I won't be sorry"

For some miraculously reason, the crowd erupts into cheers after we finish singing with out terrible vocals. We probably just disowned Ashley Tisdale.

Noah and I share a high five and I look back with a satisfied smirk at the couple's reaction.

"Let's get out of here," Noah laughs and I agree.

We rush down and pass out table, me picking up my clutch and Noah leavings hundred dollar bill on the table and we skedaddle.

"Oh my god!" I shriek as we run out of the restaurant. So far tonight has felt nothing like a date. It honestly feels more like two friends helping each other out.

"Their faces!" He laughs and I join in as we walk into a park.

I shake my head. I would have never expected for my so-called date to go so well, but I didn't expect my date to be Noah either.

We sit down together on a bench, and I look up at the stars.

"I wonder where the Supers are," Noah speaks and I almost react.

"Yeah," I nod and dumbly play along.

"Want some hand sanitizer?" I ask him in a pathetic attempt to change the subject.

"Sure?" He laughs and I open my clutch and pull out a stress-relieving pocket back that I carry around.

I squirt some into his open plan but then playfully drag the bottle to the shirt. He jumps and he sends me a teasing glare.

"Ew," he used his hand to wipe it off. "I'll be back, now I have to wash my hands."

"Dude," I called after him, "it's hand sanitizer. It's not gross," I laugh.

"But my shirt is," he calls over his shoulder, "I haven't washed it in three weeks."

I scrunched up my nose in disgust and sat seated on the bench, waiting for Noah to return.

"Who the hell was that?"

I whip around and shriek. "For fuck's sake, Static! What the hell are you doing here?"