Page 27 of Accidental Proposal

The longer I stared at myself, I couldn’t help but wonder what Liam saw in me to make this deal. I wasn’t close to being as pretty as the other girls I bet he had been with. With a face and body like his, there was no way he didn’t have supermodels as girlfriends. I was so average with plain blonde hair, green eyes, and an okay body. That must be why he can’t look at me without hate, without glaring. Maybe it’s because he knew I was too ugly to be by his side, that no one would believe this. I knew I wasn’t his first choice, and the thought didn’t really hurt. If I were in his shoes I wouldn’t choose me, to be honest. No exceptional good looks, smarts, and too much baggage. I would have definitely looked for someone else.

Starting to depress myself, I pushed all thoughts of Liam to the back of my mind and went to get dressed. With only less than ten minutes until Garrett arrived, I need to get going. Grabbing a pair of blue jeans with a rip in one of the knees and an old black tank top, I also slid on a my old pair of black converse before going to brush my hair again. After brushing my hair and my teeth, I put on a little mascara and called it good. My blonde hair hung down my back in loose waves, and my green eyes stood out a little more with the mascara. Smiling at my reflection, I collected my bag and cell phone before heading out the room to see if Garrett had arrived.

As I walked into the living room and past a window, I saw the black sedan pull into the driveway. I opened the front door and headed to the car, making sure the door was behind me. I still hadn’t gotten a key to the house and was glad it locked two minutes after it was shut. Without waiting for Garrett to get out of the car, I opened the passenger’s side door and slid into the seat.

“Hey.” I grinned over at him. Knowing that I was getting out and actually doing something made me happier than I had been earlier. Just sitting around locked inside was making me weird.

“What’s up with you today? You’re happy,” Garrett said, looking at me with a raised eyebrow. I noticed today he was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a red and black plaid shirt with the sleeves to his elbows. His brown hair was styled into a small front mohawk. He looked really good today. If this were any other situation, I probably would be blushing and peeking at him from the corner of my eyes. He was cute, in a boy-next-door type of way.

“What, I can’t be happy?” I questioned, looking at him.

“You, happy? No.”

“Hey!” I punched his shoulder. “I can be happy whenever I want,” I said, folding my arms across my chest. Garrett grinned at me before turning to the front and starting driving down the driveway to the street.

“So where are we going?” he asked a few minutes later.

“Some kind of hardware store that would have paint, paintbrushes, a tarp for the ground, stuff like that,” I said, shrugging.

“Okay. So why all the paint equipment? Painting something?”

“Yeah, I found an empty room/office that I am going to remodel. I need something to do,” I stated.

“Does Liam know about this?”

“Nope, and I couldn’t care less if he did.” I had already made up my mind that I was going to do this, whether Liam wanted me to or not. It was going to be kind of hard, but I wanted a challenge.

“I hope you know that if he asks me, I will tell him. He is my boss, after all.” I rolled my eyes at him. Liam asking about me? Now that was hilarious.

“Trust me, he won’t ask.” During the rest of the ride to Home Depot, we gabbed. Garrett told me about his college classes and how he had so much homework. Hearing about that didn’t make me feel bad about not going anymore. I hated homework in school. He knew about me meeting Liam’s family and asked how that went. When I told him about Liam’s behavior, he just shrugged. He didn’t really know him other than what was put on the internet, magazines, and the news.

We pulled up to the store a little bit later, and I motioned for Garrett to follow me.

“You want me to come with you?” he asked, getting out of the car.

“Duh. Why else would I bring you? You’re going to help me decide on a color.” I grinned and headed to the entrance. Garrett reluctantly followed me.

“Jenna, you know you are so weird, right? “Garrett asked, walking alongside me as we headed toward the paint section.

“What gave you the impression that I was normal?” I fired right back, turning and raising an eyebrow at him.

“Touchè.” We grinned at each other and came to a stop in front of a huge wall of different colors of paint. “It’s going to take a while to choose a color,” Garrett commented.

“Maybe I’m actually thinking of a certain one.” I walked over to a row of reds. “I was thinking a red. What do you think?”

“It’s not even my room. Why do I have to help?” he said, basically whining at me.

“Because you’re my friend and that’s what friends do,” I stated with my hands on my hips.

“Fine, a red would look good.” Rolling my eyes, I turned back to the colors, grabbing a few that ranged from bright red to an almost brown.

“Whoa, look at that hot girl over there!” Garrett suddenly whispered in my ear. I looked up at him and followed his eyes toward a girl standing there with another guy, talking about something. Suppressing an eye roll, I turned back to Garrett.

“Sorry, dude, but she’s taken.” I patted his arm.

“You don’t know that.”

“Garrett, they are holding hands,” I pointed out, gesturing to their hands intertwined.

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