I straightened the last section of my hair before running my fingers through it and then unplugging the flat iron. I sighed and then went outside and grabbed the dress, changing quickly. I sat down to slip my heels on when there was a knock.

"Who is it?" I called out, knowing already it was Noah.

"The devil!" he answered.

"Give me two seconds!" I laughed. I quickly pulled on my heels, grabbed my purse which was already packed to go, and sprayed some perfume on. I speed walked to the door and pulled it open. "Holy shit," I mumbled under my breath.

"I'm here to pick up my angel," he smirked.

I cleared my throat, forcing myself out of it. "Hi," I cleared my throat.

"Hi," he grinned.

"You look amazing," I chuckled.

"Thanks, you look really beautiful," he replied.

"Thanks," I smiled.

"Shall we?" he asked, holding his hand out. I placed my hand in his and he led us to the elevator which we used to get down to the lobby and then had Mr. Jenkins drop us off at the restaurant.

"Pick up?" he asked.

"No pick-up tonight, Mr. Jenkins, goodnight," Noah sang.

"Enjoy yourselves," he smiled before driving back.

We entered the restaurant and he walked up to the front. "A reservation under Noah Hudson, please?" he asked politely.

"Right this way," the waiter smiled, leading us to our table.

Noah pulled out my chair for me before sitting on his own. I then realized what he called me earlier. "You called me your angel?" I frowned in confusion.

"What?" he laughed.

"Back at the hotel. You called me your angel, right?" I chuckled.

He nodded, "Yeah, so?"

"Nothing, I just didn't realize it when you said it," I shook my head, smiling.

"Yeah, you were gawking at me," he smirked.

I rolled my eyes before skimming through the menu. "You look good," I shrugged.

"You look stunning," he retorted. We then placed our orders and while we waited, we got to talking. "I feel like I don't know enough about my girlfriend. Tell me more about you," he nodded.

"What do you wanna know?" I replied.

"Start from the beginning. Childhood maybe?" he shrugged.

I nodded, "Okay," I leaned back. "Um- I did ballet." His eyebrows perked up in surprise. "And I left after six months because I realized how much I hated it." He grinned. "I did photography for two years, worked for our yearbook team but then that got boring too," I rolled my eyes.

"I remember seeing you taking pictures at games," he said, "I thought you were obsessed with me or something," he smirked.

"Sure you did," I laughed. "Hmm, what else? I used to draw, I took art up until sophomore year, then that became way too difficult, I can't paint for my life. I used to swim competitively up until sixth grade, I used to run track up until fifth grade. My dad wanted me to try soccer but team sports aren't really my thing," I shrugged.

"Oh?" His eyebrow quirked up.

"I like playing for myself, I don't like working with or for other people."

He nodded in understanding, "That's the businesswoman in you," he smirked.

"Maybe," I shrugged. "What about you?" I asked. Our food was brought in so we thanked the waiter before resuming the conversation.

"Let's see, I did choir in middle school," he shrugged.

My eyes widened, "Choir? You were a choir kid?"

He nodded sheepishly. "We don't talk about it. I started soccer in fifth grade. In freshman year I met your dad at a dinner that my parents were hosting or something. I found out he was coaching the high school, I started taking lessons from him-"

"In my backyard," I smiled.

He nodded, "In your backyard, and I still never said hi to you," he chuckled, "Then I tried for the team captain and got the position. Since then it was always soccer. And business. It's the one subject I actually try for and I was dedicated to," he explained.

"Is that why Berkley was the goal?"

"Sort of," he shrugged, "I mean, I'm only into business because of my dad. He's a businessman, he wants me to follow, all that stuff," he rolled his eyes.

"Don't you genuinely want to do it?"

"I'm not sure," he shrugged. We fell into silence and I eyed him warily. "I'm not even sure if I wanna go to Berkley," he admitted, staring at his plate.

I took a deep breath, "Me neither."

His head snapped up and his eyes clicked with mine. "You're not going?" he asked.

"No, I- I don't know. I don't know what I want. The whole college thing doesn't set a spark in me as it should. I don't think it's what I wanna do. I can't say, I'll have to talk to my parents when we get back," I explained.

"Yeah, I think that talk is well overdue for me too. I don't want to do something that big if it isn't for myself. My dad won't be the one taking pressure and suffering through college, you know?" he asked.

I nodded, "Yeah, I get that." We fell into a heavy silence that settled over us like a dark cloud. I hated it.

"You'll tell me though, right? If you're going? Or not?"

"Yeah, of course. Of course, I'll tell you." I offered him a small smile.

"I mean, I don't want to pressure you or make you feel like you're obligated to tell me everything, just- I wanna help you if I can." I watched him carefully. "Everyone has that one person, I wanna be yours," he shrugged gently.

I grabbed his free hand, giving it a squeeze. "You are. I don't ever feel like I have to hide something from you. I didn't tell you about the Berkley thing because, until this morning, I had no idea where we were headed or how serious we were, you know?"

He nodded, "I know." We fell into comfortable silence after that and I started getting curious. Genuinely, curious about his past relationship. We didn't really know anything about each other as lovers or how we've been.

"Noah, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, of course."

"This is going to sound so weird, but what kind of boyfriend are you?"

He looked at me weirdly, "I'm not following," he chuckled.

"Just tell me a little bit about your last relationship," I laughed.

"Hmm, what do I get in return?" He narrowed his eyes at me.

"I'll tell you whatever you wanna know about mine," I shrugged.

"Okay," he nodded, "What would you like to know?"

"Wait a minute, you don't have to talk about this if you don't want to, okay? I hope I'm not-"

"You're not forcing me or making me uncomfortable, don't worry. Shoot," he chuckled.

"How long were you with her?"

"Almost a year and a half, I think. Give or take."

"Did you ask her out or did she make the first move?"

"She asked me, there was word going around that she liked me, I didn't really care for it."

"But you said yes?"

"No," he shook his head, "I said no. Then she asked again. And I said no. Again. I guess third times the charm. I gave in," he shrugged.

"Because you started liking her or because she got annoying?"

"A little bit of both," he chuckled, "It went really great for the first half, but after that... you just know when someone doesn't feel for you anymore."

"Don't you feel angry? That she did that to you?" I asked.

"I did when I first found out, but I can't say it was all her fault. Yes, she should have told me, yes we should have broken up when we wanted to, but why would she want to stay with me? I never really felt for her the way she felt for me. She was fully into me, I wasn't. Why would she wanna stay?"

"Then why be with her in the first place? If you don't like her? If you never did?" I lifted a brow at him.

"I don't know, I wasn't thinking, I guess."

I hesitated to ask the next question because it's something he may not know the answer to. "Why didn't you like her?"

He grinned, "I was a little infatuated with someone else," he answered.

"Who?"

"You."

"Me?"

"Yes, you," he nodded, "I was never nice to you, I never said hi to you, never acknowledged you, but that doesn't mean I never liked you. Even if it was just a little. I'm pretty sure the entire team had a crush on you at some point, I was no exception. Take this as a compliment, you were the coach's hot daughter."

"The coach's hot daughter?" I laughed.

He rolled his eyes, smiling, "Coach came in for practice every other day after school, you'd come along, bring drinks for the team, snacks for the team. You would sit there, looking pretty-"

"I would read, Noah," I deadpanned.

"And you looked damn good doing it," he smirked.

"So, I was the coach's hot daughter?" I rolled my eyes, biting back a smile.

He nodded, grinning. "And now the coach's hot daughter is all mine," he smirked.

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