Everett
It's Friday.
Shit, why does it have to be Friday.
I hate dates.
I don't want to go.
"When's your birthday?" Winslow's voice makes me jump out of my thoughts. Thank God.
"Why, you wanna buy me a present?"
"Yeah a bomb with your name on it." She mocks, "I need to sign into a website for it to let me see the community's news."
"Why don't you just sign in with your info?"
"It's easier, you're the leader's son." She says and types something.
"Fourth of June." That makes me realise we know nothing about eachother. I did search her up but nothing really interesting popped up. I know nothing about her personal life. She just appeared one day out of nowhere. Not that I care but it's weird.
"When's yours?" I clear my throat. I don't know why I asked, I don't care but why can she know mine and I can't know hers?
"Fourth of April." Same date? "Why, you wanna sign in a make-up website?" She laughs to herself and I look at her blankly. She catches my gaze and stops laughing. "You're the most boring person I know." She nods to herself and I don't look away.
"You're the most weird person I know."
"I'm not weird, I'm limited edition."
I try to suppress a smile but fail, "You make no sense to me." I shake my head.
"Welcome to my life." She scoffs.
I wish I could just stay here and not go on the date tonight. I don't even know the girl and I'm sure I won't like her. Blonde? Not that kind of guy. Green eyes? I prefer hazel ones.
Generally, of course.
Perhaps tonight will be just what I need to get the thoughts about her that are driving me insane out of my mind.
***
I enter the restaurant when the clock hits eight o clock. Dressed in a black shirt, black trousers, hair slicked back, but still a bit messy on purpose. I didn't have the slightest motivation to come here tonight.
I greet the staff of the restaurant since it's the one my dad and mom visit frequently and head to a table where I see the blondie sitting. She smiles brightly when she sees me and I nod in greeting. She's already sitting so thank god I don't have to be a gentleman and swing her chair for her.
"Hii! I'm Chloe. I actually can't believe I'm on a date with you, this is surreal." She squeals excitedly in her seat and I don't bother smiling at her.
"Don't excite your self too much. My father forced me." Truth hurts. What can I do, being forced to be somewhere upsets me too.
"Oh." The disappointment shows on her face,"Well, wanna order?"
I grab the menu and examine it. When the waiter comes to take our orders, I try to check her out while she talks to him. Blond and straight as fuck hair, round face, small green eyes and lips that don't look natural at all. They look like a duck.
She finishes flirting with the waiter and turns to me, grinning when she realises I've been looking at her. Well, she'll be frowning when she finds out what I was thinking of her.
"Aren't you going to ask me questions?" She leans on the table, trying to flex her breasts but she doesn't have any so the only thing I can see is her silver necklace falling in her v-line blue top.
Winslow's breasts would be so beautiful in that top.
Oh come on can she just go away?
"What do you do for a living?" I ask her in hopes to distract myself.
I don't like this. I don't like having no control of my mind. What happened? Why can't I get her out of my mind? I hate that woman. And I hate her for doing this to me.
"I work at Jasper's wife restaurant."
"So you're a chef?" I sip my wine.
"No, I'm a waitress." She lowers her tone and I sigh. I look at my watch,
20:24
You've got to be kidding me.
This is the most boring date ever. Shoul I spice things up or should I just leave?
Let's eat first. Then I'll see.
"How old are you?" I ask her when the food arrives and she talks with a full mouth, "I'm twenty five."
"Your older than me?" I pause cutting my lobster.
"You're younger?" She swallows.
Yep. Worst date ever.
***
I was back home way earlier than I should've been. I told the blondie there was an emergency at work and excused myself. I couldn't even bring myself to kiss her. She's so dull I was going to vomit. I hundred percent prefer Winslow's annoying ass conversations than that. Imagine.
I walk to the kitchen for a cup of water. I'm never going on a date dad sets me up for ever again. I open the cardboard, get a glass and turn on the sink. I bring the glass to my lips and hear voices coming in the kitchen.
"No baby, I won't let you go alone as much as you fight me." That's Cassius voice.
"I told you to stop calling me baby when we're not alone!" That's definitely Seo-Yeon's voice.
"I call you other things when we're alone, darling."
I almost choke when they enter the kitchen. Seo-Yeon's face is like she just saw a ghost and she brings her hand to her mouth. Cassius places his hand on the small of her back and rubs the spot there, "Don't worry he knows." He whispers to her and I look at them both.
"Why?" Seo-Yeon drops his hand off her body and turns to him, "Why does he know?"
"Oh come on, Winslow knows because of you too." He tries to touch her again but she refuses,
"No! Winslow knows because of the damn hick-" She stops herself and sighs, "Lets just go, bye Mr. Levan."
I don't even get the chance to answer when they leave. I place the glass in the sink and wash it, before drying it and placing it back in the cardboard.
"What a gentleman, washes his dishes." Her voice caughts me off guard and I turn around. Hazel eyes looking back at me.
"What are you doing here?" I ask her, unbuttoning the two first buttons of my shirt.
"I wanted ice cream, I'm having a movie night with myself." She takes some ice cream from the freezer and turns around. She notices my unbuttoned buttons and pauses, but tries to play it off and opens the drawer to get her spoon. "Where were you?" She asks me and spoons the ice cream.
"On a date." I smirk.
"Did you have fun?" She puts her tongue out to lick the ice cream off the spoon.
That tongue should be doing other stuff.
I hate that she's not affected at all. She doesn't seem surprised that I was on a literal date and continues eating her ice cream.
"Yeah, she's hot." I lie.
Why did I lie?
I don't know.
"Then why aren't you having sex with her righ now?" She licks the spoon again and I have to look away. God, she's killing me.
"I don't like her, it was the worst date ever." I lean on the counter.
"Did you even smile at her?" She walks a bit closer and leans on the counter opposite of me.
"I don't smile at anyone."
"Liar." She closes the ice cream lid and faces me, "You smile when you make fun of me."
"I don't smile, I'm just proud of myself." I cross my hands when her eyes drop to my exposed body below my neck.
"Can I ask you a question?" She looks in my eyes again and I nod, messing my hair a bit because it's more comfortable. "Why do you hate me?"
Because I can't fucking stop thinking about you.
"I don't hate you, it's just that if you were on fire, I wouldn't piss on you to save you."
"Oh please, I wouldn't let you piss on me even if you paid me a million dollars." She scoffs and picks up the ice cream ready to leave.
"Good night Winnie." I chuckle and make my way to my room.
I have to stop whatever is going on in my mind. I want to go back to the first days I met her where I didn't want an assistant and hated her badly. I still do, for whatever she's done to me. But I can't allow myself to feel this lost. Not after what happened the last time I opened up or had a person that made me happy.
Winslow doesn't make you happy, idiot.
She's making you fucked up.
Not that I'm not already.
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